Salford 16th December 2018
Morning after the night before
The scene….reminiscent of a burglar
Objects festooned across living room and kitchen
But there’s not a window smashed
Or door broken
Instead, two happy little faces are found
Among brightly coloured carnage
Playing with the toys
That Santa has left behind for them
#birds #nest #poetry
The mercury retreating was a sign
Restless mums and dads
Feeding their offspring
So flying lessons could begin
Up in the nest
They flapped their wings
Facing the worst
The weather could bring
And out from the nest
They jumped and they flapped
Heading for a tree
Their mum and dad mapped
Leaving the nest
For sunnier climbs
Hoping to return
After the winter time
Thursday 6 December 2018
A rewrite of a poem i scribbled back in August 2010, the view inspired me to share it with you.
The moon plays hide and seek
as the air drops
casting a line of cloud
on the dark satin sheet of night
On occasion, peeking through
the sheet of cloud he yells peek a boo
joining his neon friends, painting the night
shades of pink, yellow and white
as hours follow minutes as seconds pass by
and animals make noise on the land and the sky
as to this day, we bid a fond goodbye
Sunday 2nd December 2018
#advent #candle #christmas
Creating light out of darkness
A sign of new things to come
Now that advent is underway each
Decorated candle will be
Lit bringing light to the house and as
Each candle is lit, Christmas comes closer
26th November 2018
I Composed this piece after reading fellow poet Luna’s Poem #93
You can find that piece here
Sent it to her first, then i thought i’d share it with the rest of you all…enjoy
If you want to comment, feel free to post – Inky.
I watched from the other platform
the girl with the not so happy smile
she let the express go by her
and was sat by the tracks for a while
sat on her own – as the trains went by
something began to question why?
so over the platform I started to walk
and sat by the platform – and the two of us talked
Sunday 25 November 2018
It might seem a bit funny – but I’m starting to miss the warm weather
the sun and its friend, mercury seem to have beaten a retreat
nights are drawing in, and furthermore – so is the cold
looking out of the window, it doesn’t even look like night
but the sun has taken its leave – and outside its not bright
perhaps i should have appreciated it when it was in town
when people were sat on the beach – getting brown
For now , i’m not sat by the beach
The warmth has gone – its out of reach
So i’ll sit by the heater with reading planned
and a Mug of hot cocoa – ee thats grand!
A poem by inky, originally appeared on Allpoetry.com
Feel free to tell us your thoughts.
They created a crossing
over the river, that bended, bobbed and weaved
gave it nice hot shiny rivets, to hold it together
ending with a lick of paint to make it shiny
then as the builders worked on their plots
houses and houseboats appeared by the canalside
even a big ship or three
resting by the side of the water, so
when a new road was needed
over the water a new crossing went, the
road going over the water with ease. Opened by the
king, queen or some other noble, they noticed the
incredible way the bridges worked aiding
naval ships and big trading vessels to
get from a to b with ease
Salford, 16th November 2018
Sat in the dental chair
With a little bit of trepidation
Each square ivory, wiggled, scraped, and prodded
As the dentist checked for excavation
Reaction to the prodding….censored
It’s not as if they could see the hole or
Nerve they hit
Got to admit, you could hear the cry from beyond the surgery
Who am I, life’s Charlie Brown ?
For she catches my eye, and I’ve fallen down
Tongue tied with her beauty, so close at hand
Even though the words in the head I’d planned
a wonderful sight, with a beautiful mind
sometimes she’s harsh, but on the whole she is kind
Catching me out with those dark brown eyes
Occasional glances catch me by surprise
Heart rising by a beat when she’s so near
No more than friends, to me that is clear
Talking shop on the backyard, sharing an occasional smile
With the girl with the red hair, I want to stay awhile
Sometimes my mind goes wondering
Bright shiny things distract it
And it goes off on a wonder
It’s like a little puppy dog 🐶
And like every small animal
Dog cat or bird…it needs training
So I do my best, to keep its eye
Instead of letting it fly high in the sky
Breaking tasks into manageable things
Before it wonders off and spreads its wings
