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Acrostic Poetry Transport

Engine

Salford, 6th April 2020

#fowc, #engine

Every mechanic knows – it’s

Not the wheels , but the engine that

Get’s a driver from A to B

It’s truly – the heart of any transport

Naval, bus, car or motor bike

Exception – if you’re reliant on foot or pedal power

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Poetry

Street

Salford, 5th April 2020

#Discoverprompt #DiscoverWP #Street

Another tail from inky

I think of it like a branch of a tree

follow it back long enough and you’ll find

the grocers , the bakers, the butchers

schools and doctors

maybe a theatre or gallery

and houses tall and small

and a much larger branch

pointing off to another part of town

perhaps even – another town

if you have a set of wheels

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Music Nature

Song

#DiscoverWP #Song

Saturday afternoon – and beyond the double glazing

On tune, northern birds are belting out one hell of a tune

Note – this isn’t the female humans here – but the

Graceful sounds of our feathered friends singing above.

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Poetry

Indigo

Indigo paint powder – image from wikipedia

#cyw #indigo

It’s a colour known for its position on the rainbow

nestled between its brother , blue and its sister, violet

definately making a statement on the home furnishings front

in fabrics, curtains, sofas and carpets

garments too – brought to life by this deep dark purply blue

only – don’t call it blue – its got its own character

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Acrostic Poetry

Together

Sun bobbing down the horizon – photo provided by sue vincent

#Writephoto #together

They’re quite a team – the Sun and the Moon

On the whole they’re quite phenomenal

Giving the people that live on Mother earth, summat to look at

Each day they work either side of this blue jewel

The Sun giving light to one half while the Moon shines on the other

Helping fishermen land their catches, and Night workers to find their way home

Earth helping both by turning around

Rotating to catch the light

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Animals Poetry

Takeover



Goats taking over llandudno (print by inky from original photo by A.Stuart)

Salford (Via Llandudno) , 31st March 2020

A tale of Goats in the welsh town of Llandudno, written by inky,

inspired by an ITV News article :

The Goats are taking over

and they’re heading into town

they’re happy to play, no-one to chase them away

for their shepherd’s gone to ground

The cars have abandoned the tarmac

so they’re running down the road

chomping on box wood and flowers

in their new abode

The goats are taking over

whilst the people are indoors

they’re coming down from the mountains

the pastures and the moors

The humans are all in their houses

so the goats have left hills for their tea

munching on grasses and heather around

as happy as can be on the ground

Categories
Poetry Politics

belligerent

#fowc #belligerent

Statesmen like ? hardly

sat by his plinth, like

someone had confiscated his toy basket

all they wanted, was the facts

all they got was bluster to the max

as the virus spreaded, and reacts

reports he wasn’t listening to

positions he stuck himself like glue

his collegues wandering what to do ?

Till one day he took to bed,

and had to listen to what the doctors said,

deputy took charge, and up to bed, he fled.

Categories
Childhood Food Growing up Schooldays

Amount

#Fowc #Amount

I remember when i was little

you could get a whole load of jelly beans

for a single silver coin

but as i got bigger

while the rainbows remained the same

that silver coin lost its sheen

as the silver coin you handed over

got you half the bag you got a year before

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Religion

Confession

#fowc #Confession

Cleansing of

Oral admissions

Noted by the angels

For the day of judgement

Expressions of remorse

Said in private but always

Said honestly and in receipt of penance

In an attempt to show an element

Of contrition for the time we

Next meet our maker

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Acrostic Poetry

Wistful

#writephoto #wistful

A wistful scene

She returned to the moor

every hill a passing memory

veils of tears ran down her face

each time she remembered the angry rant

now she had thrown the ring back at him

she was returning to her cottage – in pieces