night skies

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

Candle

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

Three Purple And One Pink As A Catholic Symbol

A Poetry Response

Steam Locomotive

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.

Loco 673, a steam train at National Railway Museum, York
Loco 673, at National Railway Museum, York

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

COLD NIGHTS

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!

Bridges

A poem by inky, originally appeared on Allpoetry.com

Feel free to tell us your thoughts.

Mariners Canal Bridge, Salford Quays
Mariners Canal Bridge, Created with my old OLYMPUS Digital Camera

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

Prodding around

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

Charlie

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

The attention puppy

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

Ascending II

Manchester (Via Rhodes) , 5th November 2018

As the fire took hold of the wood

I watched magical trails rise high in the air

Releasing colourful patterns in the sky

Rhodes ancient buildings painted

Over by Beautiful light

Created by Ignition – rising over walls and

Keep of the old city , bringing smiles to

Excited children and adults alike

Taking vacations on the island