#fowc #carriage
Sat by the platform
it waits for the sign as
gentlemen and ladies alike
now make their way to their furnished cabins
a wonderful journey to places wonderful
lakes mountains and streams – but they have to wait for the flag
#Octpowrimo #Fowc #Derail
Days are funny things
Everyone plans what they’ll be doing
Running through – so nothing goes wrong
And everything goes the way they want – but
Instead – something gets in the way
Like a delayed bus, train or plane
#fowc #Delay
What is the Rush? Train Stopped
As it sits on Tracks, Locked
I am sat in the station cafeteria
Taking in a tea and cake
In expectation that the
Next locomotive is
Going where I want to go
#Fowc #Track
Sunday 14th April
Two lines of sturdy steel
Rolling down the road, from point a to point b
A thing for the engine to be able to travel
Connecting people and places across this isle
Keeping people moving
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
Salford 23rd August
a tale of Manchester central, which I knew as G-Mex when I were young (sic)
I
It’s the place
where mighty wheels
rolled over lines of steel
to take you north and south and east
to wonderous places where stress released
II
Slap bang
In the middle of town
The rail network changed – they shut it down
Exciting times lay ahead,
Sport and music from the railways bed
III
Conferences held under railways arch
Entertainment and sport – set among trees of green
Next to connections set up for the place
Travelways and walkways, Roman Wall, Air and Space
Rolling on to Altrincham, Bury and the Quays
And new lines to the home of Man city and the Beeb
Leading to th’ airport and parks and the trees
IV
and just by the tramstop – in the place by the field
the stations old tale is all but revealed
showing the vehicles that stopped at this place
before changes to the line – Piccadilly replaced.
A tale of the city I live in…enjoy
It started as an outpost
a place so far from Rome
people soon put down roots
and began to call it home
Waters ran from rivers to well
and before the flush toilet – O what a smell!
Horse and Cart instead of the car
brought goods round from near and far
Inventors improved things – bringing light to the night
burning a gas that burned bright white
Theories exchanged – via great schools of thought
as on the dockside , commodities were bought
But as things changed – so did life
Entertainment phased out trouble and strife
Theatres and Football if you were in to sport
as visitors came visiting this brand new port
Museum’s taught the tales of the place
and seeing the objects – they thought they were ace
learning about engines, tractors and trains
that went over rails crossing valleys and plains
But still city grows as the minute hand moves
as new companies settle and start a new groove
As water still passes down canal it does go
passengers visit on boats as it flows.
