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Birds Poetry

Four Calling Birds

Salford, 28th December 2019

#Birds #2019 #Christmas

A couple of days into the Christmas season

I thought the birds had all gone somewhere sunny

I would have joined them (if I had the money)

but who should arrive on a Saturday morn

feathers all winded, ruffled and torn ???

Sat on the nest resting on the drain

covered by leaves , protected from the rain

snoozing away without any fear

happy to stay there – until next year!

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Poetry

Saturday Morning, 8am

Early Morning (Image by Brian F Kirkham)

A half opened eye toward the window

streaks of pastel cloud pepper the sky

local aviators practice their morning manoevres

before caged tigers are released into the wild

and rumbling wheels pass down the road

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Poetry

Wednesday Morning, 6.30

#Octpowrimo #Morning #Sunrise

Wednsday morning, 6.30 am : Image by Brian F Kirkham

An early morning piece from inky.

In twenty four society, there’s no time for beauty sleep

There’s parcels to be delivered from point A to B

and piles of paper to be rounded up for recycling

rolling down the main road – the recycling van rumbles

trying his best not to rouse the resting citizens

having run a race with Ra, and won

as the victor , returning to the depot sees the runner up

rise slow above the horizon – reward for the crew ? Breakfast.

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Animals Birds Colours

Canary

#CYW #Coloryourworld #Canaryyellow #Canary #Yellow

A piece for tourmalines Color your world challenge

Could it be said, this bird is

as bright as the morning sun ?

noted for its bright yellow plumage

and as chirpy in the afternoon as he is in the morning

rise and shine folks, the morning is here! the little

yellow bird sings out.

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Poetry

Shirt

9th July 2019

#Promptuarium #thenightbefore #prompt #question #girl

She walked around the room

picking up her things

the night had been great

but it was time for serious work

breakfast could wait

as she straightened her skirt

and watched as you woke

and all you could ask

as you shared a smile

“Is that my shirt?”

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Weather

Floating

Salford 9th April

Like a Marshmallow
on a freshly brewed coffee
they float through the sky

Shifting slowly over rooftops
Drifting across morning
over field town and meadow

Swirling through the Morning Sky
moved by winds east and west
strings of candy coloured cloud move

Early morning Sun
Turns pastel blue into Sunrise yellow
As clouds travel toward the hills

Wisps of Water 
Moving across Manchester
Heading for Hilltops

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Photography Seasons Weather

Challenge 30 – No.26

“Weather”

5th February 2019

Red skies at Night, Shepherds Delight…..

Red Sky at Night, Shepherds Delight - an example.

This old phrase is still around today.

It was the shepherds way of telling fine weather – a red sky at night normally foretold of fine weather next morning

Whilst a red sky in the morning, normally was followed by grey clouds in the skies above. It gave the shepherd time to get his flock onto lower ground and avoid an immediate drenching 🙂

We’re not out of winter yet in the UK, no matter what the met office say, and I’ve known it snow in March, despite it being technically Spring.

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Acrostic Chocolate Poetry

Chocolate (Acrostic)

#Octpowrimo

Crafted from the cocoa bean and

Hot steamed milk

Out of the cold autumnal morning

Comes something warm and satisfying

Only your tastebuds can truly tell why you

Like it so much

As you send a biscuit in

The sweet smelling brew, for a bit of an

Explore

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Birds Nature Poetry

Feathered Cacophony

Salford 26th September

What happens early morning…when someone’s been generous with the birdseed!

It begins quietly enough,

the graceful movement of flapping wings

stopping at an observation point

whilst they check out the opposition

The seed scatters , bouncing on the tarmac

and feathered friends, in an instant

become mortal enemies – as they nip and scratch and barge

to enable the best pickings

Noises increase from roof to tree

and Mums and dads say whats for tea

the little ones sit and wait

for something to fall on their dinner plate

Resident cats look from a distance

as the birds scrap on

unaware of

the dangers ahead

And with one sight of fur

feathers fly in a blur

as they think its best

to return to the nest

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Health Poetry

Early morning blues

Woken up by waterworks

On the mark of quarter to five

Kept awake by the familiar sound of

Excited cats finding food on the

Night prowl

Unless my head hits the

Pillow soon, i won’t be good to anyone

As pins and needles bite my feet

Golden slumbers seem far away

Aching bones rest on a thousand pocket springs

In a vain attempt I’ll sleep through the rest of

Night time