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Acrostic Photography Poetry Rail

Carriage

#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

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Birds Life Poetry

Canary in a Cage

Salford, 16th April 2018

A tale of life down the pits – and a very clever bird

canary
Canary (P) Brian F Kirkham 2018

They closed all the pits

they say it wernt safe

we were digging out the props keeping land up

They said

The Gas were strong

and sending our mates

off to dreamland

forever

But as well as hammer and pick

we had a new trick

up our sleeves

to look out fer stuff we couldnt see

Bright little bird , wi

Feathers o’ yellow

Chirped away – when safe, and quiet when not

Clever little fellow

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Acrostic Poetry

Look Out!

Warning

Salford, 1st April 2018

When you’re walking through the meadow – its

A good idea to watch out for any signs you might see

Roads and paths tend to merge – and even in

Normal hours – the unexpected can appear – so

If you see a sign – saying men at work

Never ignore it – or you’re

Going to fall down into a great big hole

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Acrostic Fireworks

Taper

Taper

Take care, all, and stand well back

As the organiser lights the long fuse on the fireworks

Perhaps its inevitable to

Expect sparks, that’s why he lit the fuse so far away

Reactions from the crowds, amazed as the display rises up and cascades in the air

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Character Poetry Politics

The road cones lament

#Blogging101 #Napowrimo #Day16 #Almanac poem

Hi readers!  Today’s Almanac challenge on Naprowrimo.net has given me the perfect opportunity to pull out of my notebook box, a character piece set in Manchester’s Piccadilly Gardens…during the time of recent anti-austerity protests.

(A tale not told of any human, but a road-cone!!!)

The Road Cone’s Lament

It’s really windy today!

I feel so cold

Autumn’s leaves below me

in red , brown and gold

 

And here I sit here, today –

up high in the air

on a nobleman’s head

does anyone care

 

I’m supposed to protect people

round the holes I can see

but those public around

are now staring – at me!

 

As I’ve turned the enobled

into a figure of ‘fun’

would the builders who left me

know just what they’ve begun ?

 

The people who lifted me

having taken their chance

now sing round the marble

as they wave and they dance

 

And those men of importance

pass by with a glare

As I wobble on the statue

in the cold air