Enjoying the Christmas Lights

Christmas, Holidays, Outdoor Pursuits, Poetry

Salford 23rd December 2017

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Christmas festivities have been going on a pace this week, and as a typical Salfordian Male – i made the error of letting it wash all over me till This week

Strange as it may seem though – i’ve covered everybody’s christmas presents (even dad’s)

The Nephew’s will be getting their Merlin Passes renewed – the largest purchase – and i’ll leave that till after boxing day

Mum and Little Blister have their chrimbo pressies sorted as have Dad and B-I-L but i’m not bringing up what i’ve bought them less they read this blog.

Will no doubt be meeting up with Uncles and Aunties over christmas – and purchases will be made post boxing day and delivered in the run up to new year

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Happy Christmas everyone…..If it seems i’ve gone ‘off grid’  for the next few days – its because i have….this bear will be hibernating….love christmas….cant stand the cold!

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Midnight Blue

Acrostic, Astronomy, Poetry

 

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Salford Quays Holiday Inn, taken Late evening (p) Brian F Kirkham 2017

 

Maybe its the colour of the night sky itself

Its only when the sun goes to bed – does it appear

Dozens , no thousands of stars peppering the dark blue

Night after Night, showing planets and constellations

Inky coloured skies, occasionally diffused by sodium lights below

Great gods from Aries to Orion , telling tales in the sky

Heavens Above! It’s a great sight to watch

The constellations moving in the night sky.

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Home, Life, Places, Poetry, Transport, Travel

Salford Quays and Manchester Piccadilly, 25th June 2010

 

The wheels of the tram roll in as

the sun descends over Ontario Basin

The moon sits proudly in a northern sky

shining on the remains of a fallen earth

 

Moonlight casts its light like a net

over water, concrete and glass

rainbow lights flicker on the waters edge

as glitterballs twinkle

 

Music played from off afar

buskers collect tips in their hats and jars

sirens cut the peace as peacemakers go cross the town

and cleaning crew vehicles cover the ground

 

And maidens of the day

make their way in the coloured light

as moon shines brightly

and stars guide through the night

 

The final buses are making their way

no more time to go and play

so its drinking a beverage in the late night caff

talking with mates and having a laugh.