Tag: New

• Bus Station

  #Promptuarium #Travel Under the bus station wails of an ancestor could be heard crackling away as buses left for their destination spirits of old tramways coming to life happy at the forthcoming news their great-great grandsons network was about to be extended.

  inkdropk

  13 Feb 2022

  Poetry, Transport, Travel

  Bus Station, Dirt, LRT, New, Promptuarium, Trams, Tramways, Transport, Works

• Fault

  #Fowc #Fault For years you’ve been doing this a chase to grab the latest OS off the shelf upgrading your hardware – so it looks “Futureproof” thing is – that upgrade you’re installing – is kinda out of date.

  inkdropk

  17 Jun 2021

  Poetry

  acrostic, faults, fowc, New, Old, Operating systems, Poetry, Technology, Updates

• New Year, New Day

  The first post of 2021. I The hour past The bells chimed One year confined to the history books One year to look forward to II Late Nights Laced with wine, food, drinking and song Leads to a long nap under the duvet Lying in on the downward strait to twelth night III Promises made […]

  inkdropk

  1 Jan 2021

  Poetry

  Bells, Celebration, Change, Chime, Christmas, Midnight, New, Party, Partying, Past, Poetry, Present, Resolutions, Sales, Shopping, Sleep, Time, Year

• Click

  #Octpowrimo #Photography #Digital I remember when photos were stored away on rolls of brown film and getting the picture required alchemy Magic paper bringing scenes of colour to life onto white backgrounds with square borders Trips to the chemist a necessity for those precious memories of a warm summers day to be brought to life […]

  inkdropk

  20 Oct 2020

  Photography, Poetry

  Black, Card, chemical, chemist, Colour, Computer, Digital, Film, Memories, New, octpowrimo, Old, Paper, Photography, Picture, printer, White

• Old & New

  #SoCs #Old&New #OldandNew #Photography When it comes to the Old and the new, i always go to the subject of photography for a comparison. When i was little i used a Kodak Extachrome camera to take photos of Mum and Dad and my little sister it had a cartridge that looked like this You knew […]

  inkdropk

  3 Oct 2020

  Poetry

  Advantix, analogue, Camera, Cameras, Card, Cartridge, Digital, Film, New, Old, Photography, Roll, SD, Secure

• Glimpse

  #fowc #Glimpse Getting a short eyeshot at the latest upgrade to the tech in your pocket is like playing with dynamite, for you’ve seen maybe one or two features – and now, your portable friend’s shine seems to have lost its brightness some say – its good to see what’s coming ahead except for those […]

  inkdropk

  6 Jul 2020

  Acrostic

  acrostic, current, fowc, Garden, Glimpse, Lockdown poems, Look, mobile, New, Old, Phone, Poetry, redundant, shed, Technology, upgrades

• Cash

  #Fowc #Cash I remember as a kid collecting the copper coins in an old tea caddy Ten penny chocolate drops your average spend for a little lads pocket sweets switched for comic books saving enamel for copper and a weeks reading funnies Hello Mister Twenty Pence Farewell Mr Pound Note Miss Shiny Pound has Arrived […]

  inkdropk

  23 Sep 2019

  Inspiration, Life, Memories, Poetry

  Cash, Coins, Collecting, fowc, New, Notes, Old, Paper, Plastic, Saving, Spending

• Hourglass

  Salford, 30th December 2018 The seconds tick on by With each single grain of sand Falling softly into the hourglass Each second passing Moments in history As the grains keep falling And Father Time watches As his birthday approaches And it’s time to shave the beard off

  inkdropk

  30 Dec 2018

  Poetry

  beard, eggtimer, End, New, Old, passing, Poetry, shave, Time, timepiece, Year, young

• Old Shoes

  Salford 23rd September 2018 I remember the day i first bought them, fresh out of the box and smelling like they’d just come out of the factory They fitted my feet nicely, but i’d been told i needed to break them in so over the next few days – i wore them in the house […]

  inkdropk

  23 Sep 2018

  Character, Clothes, Poetry

  Character, Hard, Leather, New, Old, Shoes, Smell, Soft, Time, Walking

• Nineteen Eighty Four

  Nineteen Eighty Four In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “1984.” Orwell got it wrong in that novel of the same name. Why ? I hear the humble reader ask… It’s quite simple – unless its of a medical nature – nothing can be as fearful to a young mind more than your first […]

  inkdropk

  3 Nov 2015

  Life, Memories, Schooldays

  Experiences, Fears, New, School, Schooldays