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Poetry

Round in Circles

#Circles #roundabout #Salford #Fowc

Roundabout, Pendleton, Salford – Image : BF Kirkham

Heading off on a journey ?

enjoy the trip

a ride you haven’t enjoyed since you were young

driving round and round

in a vain attempt to find the right road out

noted you thought you knew the right direction –

going to be dizzy when you finally find the right exit

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Poetry

Bend

#Fowc #Bend

They played with the roman road

so the horses and carts

didn’t bump into the temples

shrines and colosseum

The long straight road

now looked a lot like

Cleopatra’s serpent

as it bent and turned and coiled

But with progress, came problems

for as the engine replaced horse

the nobles noticed in their new chariots

they couldn’t see what was round the bend

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Acrostic Poetry Travel

Map

#map #fowc

many a sailor or perhaps

a buccaneer has used one of these in

pursuit of treasure

many you will find,

as a guide for potential explorers

putting their feet across peak district peat bogs

most are a guide for weary travellers

ambling across the uk road network

perhaps they could have taken the train ?

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Poetry

Rumble

#octpowrimo #pantoum

An attempt at the pantoum format, for octpowrimo

Monday, 28th October 2019

Who needs a wake up call

As the deliveries drive In

Lorries, cars, bikes … one and all

Dropping parcels with a grin

As deliveries drive in

You can hear the wheels a moving

dropping parcels with a grin

As people come out of their snoozing

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Acrostic Poetry

Delta

Salford 3rd March

The engineers who design the roads

have really outdone themselves this time

in the middle of the road, the raindrops fall,

nestling in sunken tarmac pools – they look like a map of

great lakes….

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Architecture Buildings Photography Poetry

Spire

spire

an acrostic on by inky about Stowell spire on the corner of Trafford Road , in Salford

Soaring up to the heavens

Perhaps it be fitting – the old church spire be

Illuminated – lighting up the

Roads and pavements around it

Everybody knows it as a local landmark

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Nature People Places

Devastation

Devastation

25th January 2017

They’re chopping down a field of trees

in the name of education,

they need the wood you see

“For the pencils!” they all plea

 

but its not just education

but houses and furniture too

there’s plots of brown compacted soil

where once – a lush forest grew

 

And passing through the area

down a freshly tarmacked road

you can see where JCBs dug up land

to build some new abode

 

But Parents children and Grandparents too

don’t like losing the plot of their trees

so they’re stood outside the entrance

hoping someone will hear their pleas.

 

For what is the sign of progress ?

clogged roads and towers – they’re not keen

they prefer their homes nice and quiet

in their oasis of green.

 

 

 

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Character Food Industrial Transport Travel

Hole in the Road

Alternate title – “An Ode to Roadworks”

A hole appeared from nowhere

the size of a cricket ball

Test match players denied

they sent a ball there

I watch out of a window

as vans pull up

and men in orange overalls

share a thermos – the first of many

they’re guarding the hole

Some say the hole – has the power of atlas

as it halts mighty juggernauts

travelling down the main road

Supermarket shelves – lie barren

Lorry drivers watch in despair

as men from the ministry

stand with umbrellas, motionless in rain

waiting for the magic machine – to fill the hole

And as tailbacks form – the rain fills the hole

and drivers diverted to diversions of a teacup

a place to rest the wheels

halted by the hole

So drivers slow down

and come to a stop

as transport café sausage barms

for luncheon they pop.

Travel decisions secondary

whilst people stand like horse

more important decisions here

onions and brown sauce ?

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Nature

Gods Green Carpet

They took a mechanical pair of scissors
To God’s green carpet
Sticky black runways linked city and town
Whilst up in the hills, mountain sheep frowned
Till one day men held their pride
Railway restored, roads no longer seen
All that were seen were lakes and valleys green
Feet travelled gravelled paths
As local wildlife took their bath
Wildflowers in arrays of colour
Created colourful scenes of life and fuller.
And large lorries made their way
As on another transport the goods did play