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Poetry Sport Sports

Skeleton Bob

A winter Olympiad poem, inspired by the Gb team

I watched in awe as off they flew

Down the run of ice clear blue

On a craft to generate speed

Carving through ice quickfast was the need

As excited crowds they passed on by

They cheered them on as athletes did fly

And they did this more than once or twice

Navigating track all covered in ice

Aiming to make the fastest time drop

Running through finish line before they did stop

And repeating the task to achieve bronze thru to gold

To beating the clock in the ice and the cold

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Memories Sport Sports Volunteering

Cogs in the Machine

Written by Brian F Kirkham in response to the Daily post
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Manchester 2012 – The Olympic Year

They turned up in their hundreds

to serve those landing in the city

to train, prepare and take part

in the pursuit of Gold, Silver and Bronze

 

Each with their individual role

A happy audience – the ultimate goal

Making sure the fans made their way to the game

Safe with a smile – that was the aim

 

Colourful characters – lining the street

a parade of marshals – who could not be beat

as fans from the world – arrived at a ground

and wanted to know how to get around

 

Cogs in the machine – with pointers and maps

Happy as one – helpful ladies and chaps

Treating the fans as welcomed guests

A team of vollies – that were the best

 

other vollie views :

https://inkdropblog.wordpress.com/2015/11/03/what-do-you-do-all-day/

https://inkdropblog.wordpress.com/2016/01/23/waves/

https://inkdropblog.wordpress.com/2016/11/20/memories-of-london-2012-paralympics/

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Dreams Greece Poetry Sports

Flame of Hope

 

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Every four years, the torch guides the way

for sportsmen and women to come out and play

joining up countries, some new and some old

whos athletes are aiming for medals of gold

 

Created in Athens, the Olympian way

the Ancients in Athens, called out to say

we’ll meet you in Rio … now go tell them all

and out went the runners receiving the call

 

Flame passed between runners, across the sea

a symbol of hope for you and for me

passing through countries far and wide

spreading the nations Olympic pride

 

Through London and Paris in Olympic Squares

celebrations of the flame take place here and there

Passed along Spritely by the old and the new

As excitement builds … expectations do too

 

So, come on and watch, as the sun shines ahead

and cheer on the athletes who’s ambitions are fed

by support of the nations, supporting their team

Welcoming heroes …. fulfilling their dream

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Sport

Golden Moments

In another place, whilst I eat my tea

Our brave athletes are going for victory

flying round tracks and fields of all kind

focused on goals in body and mind

Prepared for the task – with targets in hand

strategies made – and races planned

Zeus watches on as the events unfold

as Britain goes hunting for Bronze, Silver or Gold

And as world meets in Rio to follow the race

The athletes are focused on the first, second, third place

So as flame it burns – give the athletes a cheer

as medals are won and old records – disappear.

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Poetry Sports writing

Maybe…

Maybe

The chance to gain the prize

you’ve done the training

improved your stats

gathered composures

and pinpointed your faults

 

The prize is in your reach

fame and fortune a short distance away

your competition studied

its just you and that distance

in your way to the gold

 

will you make it

maybe….

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Cities Football Life Poetry Space Sport Sports

A Martian Landed at Media City

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A Martian he landed at Media City

He took a look round, but thought it a pity

That attracted by all those colourful lights

He landed his craft where he couldn’t see sights.

He saw a Man in a uniform sat behind desks

turning young adults to nervous wrecks

saying ‘this isn’t a place for you kids to play’

‘come back wi’ your teacher – on some other day’

The visitor saw the kids walk sadly away

as his eyes behind visor began to stray

as bustle behind windows , created a story

on some news worthy gossip, from Lib Lab or Tory

And on other desks too – tittle tattle from grounds

as footballers antics in town they’ve been found

and the camera’s flash on some sportsmans head

the latest transfer that’s been put to bed

The Martian he watched – as the screens switched to war

now and then stopped by the flash football scores.

It’s a funny old place this earth he did said

as news of the olympics flashed overhead.

And the lights they did change – as he saw the rings

and saw all the cheering and singing and things

as a scene from old stratford shone out a light

making the quayside shiny and bright.

So he entered his spacecraft and crafted a star

something that could be seen from near and of far

and he let it go upwards leaving trails on its way

lighting the sky for the others to play.

I wrote this tale during my time as An Ambassador for London 2012. The BBC had just moved in to their home on Salford Quays and this was my response to some of the overbearing security in that area…I thought, what if…hope you enjoy it© 2 years ago, Brian F Kirkham life • media • olympic • sport • alien • life2

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People Sport Sports Volunteering

Waves

Another poem with an Olympic theme, seeing as we are approaching the Rio Games in Brazil.

It was basically a write up of the build-up and expectation, over the time i was helping out as a spectator services team leader during the Football Competition in Manchester.  I’ve put it into some kind of verse!

Waves

by Brian F Kirkham

August 2012

 

Olympic fever landed on Northern Shores

As a flame from Olympus passed every town and city

And it Came in Waves

 

We watched as excitement slowly arrived

Anticipation of what was to come

And it Came in Waves

 

Small Children – drawing in th’street

pictures of all the worlds athletes –

performing superhuman feats

and they came in Waves

 

From Lands end to John O’ Groats

People on Bikes, Cars, Planes and Boats

Landed in Britain and based themselves around

Britain’s cities, villages and towns

Building the waves

 

And as Team GB did their Best

Wearing that now familiar vest,

Every country became a guest

as they arrived in waves.

 

Spectators All, raised a cheer

and family members dried happy tears.

As athletes showed – they had no fear

and Bronze, Silver and Gold appeared

In Waves

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Football Memories Poetry Sport Sports Volunteering

Final Whistle

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A piece written during my shifts as a Volunteer Team Leader at Old Trafford, Manchester when London 2012 came to the Northwest of England.

As we couldn’t be biased – I wrote it about the one person the fans always moan at – the referee! (Added a few lines to the 2012 version for build up)

It’s a funny old thing is football.

You wait for what seems forever

for the man in the middle

to blow his whistle

and the action to start.

But then as he does

and ball gets kicked back

you lament the official in yellow or black.

But observe him closely – he observes the rules,

his assistants the same, and they are no fools.

So the whistle gets blown – the games underway!

and the ref and his team want to see some fair play.

If Midfield’s on Striker and he goes in too hard

He’s there to give a warning with a bright yellow card.

The offender knows better, to look out instead

as the last thing he’ll want to see is a red

for what that’ll mean is an early bath

and a meeting with manager and his angry wrath.

So when match is over – and his alarm does chime

The Ref whistles out – its the end of the time

And Whistle is a sign, to players, watchers and all

“The Match is now Finished – You’ve Kicked the Last Ball!”

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Museums Sport Volunteering

What do you do all day?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Million-Dollar Question.”

It’s a similar question to “Why do you blog?”

The impetus to start writing the blog came as a device to bring all my writings together with the drawings and photos currently stored on my humble little laptop.

My attempts to get my writing out so far has proved to be successful to a limit – as I’ve appeared in lots of publications, but it hasn’t brought untold riches – do to the nature of the presses I work with.

I’m due to appear in the second edition of the Great British Write Off – having entered and had accepted my poem I wrote on Sunsets

Example of the publication I provide pieces for!
Example of the publication I provide pieces for!

It’s satisfying to know I’ve had some success – as the boys and girls at Allpoetry.com and Forward Poetry continue to accept my work in their publications

Meanwhile I continue to subscribe to the boards…as well as help out at sporting events around Greater Manchester.

 

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Back in 2012 – I deputised for London 2012’s Ambassador Team, where I was given a position of Team Leader.  It was fortunate I was there – Brazil’s Paralympic Squads for the Sitting Volleyball and Wheelchair Basketball were staying at Manchester during their training and the gaffer in charge of the venue was appreciative of my help.  I’d previously helped out at the world cup event for both events in the run up to the Paralympics – and knew about the rules of the sports and running of the court…so I hit the ground running – organising the court crews.

In addition – after a well earned dinner – I wrote a piece or two for the storytellers project for BT.

As a reward – we received a celebratory baton as a thank you.

After the Games I got involved with Sale Harriers, and have been helping out between Sportcity Manchester and IWM North ever since.

My vollie role at the museum also sees me running about (a bit) – I’m a guide on both the ground and first floors! Fortunately I don’t have to do both at the same time.

I also help answer questions on using the family history section on the ground floor.