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Poetry

Morning Battle

#Morning #Battle #writeclub

Head stuck under the pillow

Feet reaching for the floor

Toes feeling the cold tingle of wood floor

and making a retreat for the duvet

Rumble of morning traffic

passing by the close by road

engaged in a battle to reach their destination

Formula 1 – but without the engine

Perhaps it was a good idea

Maybe it had to be done

But sticking your head under ice cold water

couldn’t be considered much fun

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Poetry

Porridge

Salford, 27th July 2020

Winter warmer ?

fills the tum at any time of year

bringing a glow of contentment

with every loving spoonful

tasty treat at any time of day

perfect with honey, cinnamon, or even chocolate

keeps your “inner bear” happy

and brings a glow from your nose to your toes

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Acrostic

Start of a New Day

Greeting me beyond the curtains

long bright line of sky

of course, the sun isn’t full in the sky yet

when it is look forward to seeing the blue

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Poetry

Monday Morning Word

When you think of the humble raindrop,
Altering its shape by gravity
Taking the form of a clear wall, or corona in the stream
Each little drop, falls, chasing the others
Round drops and Rainbows cascade,
Falling into a pool down below.
Always constantly moving
Lovingly powered by the
Lakes and streams and clouds from above.

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Animals Cats Character Poetry

Rolling on in

Salford, Monday 4th May

It’s early morning, as i rise

and the street is busy to my surprise

for waking up the chorus (Dawn)

a pussy cat, a little forlorn

He’d spent his time, with his pals last night

playing around under the street lights

but now Ra is up, it has to be said

this furry old cat wants in for his bed

His stomach is full, thanks to a friend on the street

corned beef from a can – a most tasty treat

but his thoughts turned to breakfast, as on street he did play

so off to the garden , he began to make way

And up is his owner, so he’s through the back door

and slowly he goes off to his bed on the floor

so while humans are out, with meetings they keep

our furry old pussycat, is in bed, sound asleep

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Nature

Wake up call

Salford, 23rd April 2020

#Napowrimo #Nature

No computer required

as up on my window ledge

there are feathered friends residing

until their chicks are fully fledged they’ll be

residing there chirping from morning till night – I

expect to be up early when the sun pops up

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Acrostic Food Fruit Life

Breakfast

Salford, 7th April 2020

#Food #Morning #Breakfast #Napowrimo

A prompt from Writerswrite.co.za – cheers to the promptuarium for providing the list of prompts

Best meal of the day, some people call it….

Ripe tasty bananas slapped between two pieces of buttered bread, or

Egg, boiled and salted, and served up with bread soldiers

A hearty breakfast – they say, is fit for a

King….Bacon, Eggs, sausage, tomatoes….

French toast is an alternative if you don’t like chasing your food

As are cereals….but don’t forget toast and

Strawberry jam….its a crowd pleaser

That’ll please any fussy eater (or cheese if they don’t like the sweet stuff)

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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.