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Childhood Poetry Schooldays

Pint Sized Sheriff

#Writeclub #poetry #Nursery #Playground #School

Note from Inky : I’ve used the english terms for the younger end of school here, i realise they might be different elsewhere!

In response to the write club prompt “I am the law”

Written in a moment of insomnia by inky.

The posse in the playground are all taking cover –

there’s a new sheriff in town

Rolling into the playground on his wheeled silver horse

he’ll take on the bad guys (and raiders of course)

new hat, new leathers and britches

he’ll sort out the wild west of this dry gulch school

They took out the last sheriff in a high stakes duel

he landed on his bottom in the paddling pool!

And covered in sticky and given a fright

his deputies were in soapy suds for most of the night

The bandits they raided the tuck shop and all

till the leader of the playground sent out a call

Dressed in his boots and his one gallon hat

he yelled “i’m the sheriff!” and that was that

Water cascaded from east to the west

and the soaked bandits gave up to the sheriff that was best.

So to supersoakers in playground there’s a new kid in town

armed with his water pistols he’ll take them all down.

Post Note: When all of this happened teachers were in a muddle

on a bright shiny day the playground was a puddle!

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Poetry

Tag

#fowc #tag

school of fish …. image by inky

down in the deep

where the water is warm

young fish come out of school

to play among the coral

going west and then east

following tide and current,

and as one fish catches the other

he calls he calls out in bubbles…..you’re it.
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Childhood

Slide

#fowc #slide #childhood

Childhood joy

summed up in a single word.

Something to play with

than swings, see-saws or roundabouts

Ascending to the clouds

with each big step

And then travelling at speed

to your mum and dad below

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Flowers Romance Romantic

Fragrance

fragrance
Salford 25th July 2017

 

For centuries, the makers of perfume have made

Romantic smells from the humble garden

Animated – and captured with oils wine and water

Girls grab their latest favourite – in an attempt to

Reach out – without a step – to the lad of their dreams

Attraction can be immediate – turning heads

Never think that it’s the scent alone that does it –

Cupid’s arrow is fickle at times – but

Every girl knows – to get his attention – it’s a start!

 

 

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Childhood Fun Poetry Schooldays Tale

Billy the Conqueror

Conquer

 

Could it be fate, that

at 11.06 a new king of the schoolyard was crowned ?

In a Hastings school conquest with the town folk watching

Harry saw his hopes and dreams shatter

into a hundred different pieces

over the tarmac floor

But unlike his namesake – he didn’t get any in his eye

Putting the bootlace back in his pocket

he sought reflection, under a nearby Horse chestnut tree

Maidens hearts fluttered as the crowd jumped and cheered

whilst lads in the playground greatly revered

the conker as hard as a diamond….

and its owner – William – the Conkeror!

A small note from inky…readers might be curious on the time in the piece….1066 transposed on a digital clock…and there’s 60 mins in an hour😉

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Childhood Poetry

Jump!

Jump
jumping in the air

Free as a bird

Light as a feather

Or so I have heard

Just don’t attempt it

After lunch or your tea,

Because of the effects

Of Gravity.

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Acrostic Childhood Growing up Learning Life Poetry Romantic Schooldays

Firework

Unpredictable

A proper little firework

ready to burst or explode in a moment

to get full attention

in the playground from

someone they’ve had their eye on in

the lunch break

(some one – get the sand bucket – she’s about to go off!)

 

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Accidents Creatures Finite Life

Keeping an eye on the clock

Keeping an eye on the clock

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Finite Creatures.”

The realisation I wasn’t superman…

Could have been when I was five, at my first fall in the school playground

each cut knee – a badge of honour…

Or later in my teenage years when some eedjit pushed me off a wall and I ended up concussed

Or Perhaps when I had my IV shunt replaced to save my life (that was a biggie)

They say a cat has nine lives…this cat has lost three.

So I keep an eye on the clock – Time’s Precious.