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Animals Poetry

(Wild) Life

#SoCs #Animal #Sounds #Salford #Manchester

I

Friday night in the Manchester Air

the birds are out for the night

in certain spots where the birdseed flows

and the neon lights paint the town

Sometimes Red, Sometimes Blue

II

Cats are out, and on the prowl

kings of their own domain

out in their preened green jungle

playing with their catnip toys

Sounding out a evensong

before tucking in to impromptu lunch

III

Down by the deep

under the shade – sound of feathered bridge

canard and his friends enjoy their grub – discussing the days events

keeping close together

so they keep their little ones warm

IV

four paws return from patrol

result from the hunt ? minimal

no chance of a fishy surprise – so he lets out a wail

but whats this ? something meaty awaits

by the cat blanket

V

who’s this coming up the garden path

playing in the snow and rain

big paw prints heading for the door

tail in the air, big wet nose on the floor

grown up puppy asks – Hello ! Time for Tea ? I would agree

Categories
Poetry Seasons Winter

Sounds of Winter

#ice #snow #winter

Early morning wake up call

the winds are bawling

“Jack frosts been calling”

Dancing with the frost fairies

all across the land

And underfoot, the fallen leaves

have hardened up and stood their ground

deciding not to be pushed around

defiantly cracking as you tread

a sign they’re sleeping – and not dead.

The crunch of frosted grass – like ice

is enough for some to think twice

for as you make your way to your house

creeping into warm like a church mouse

in a nest under tiles, their covered up thrice

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Poetry

Saturday Morning, 8am

Early Morning (Image by Brian F Kirkham)

A half opened eye toward the window

streaks of pastel cloud pepper the sky

local aviators practice their morning manoevres

before caged tigers are released into the wild

and rumbling wheels pass down the road

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Home Life Poetry Transport

Early Morning

Salford 23rd August 2018

Squeaky doors

are better clarion calls

than any alarm clock

on the market

 

Slumbered silence

broken by a cistern

attracts you to the noise

of the nearby main road

 

Luna’s departure

allows Ra to announce

“The morning is here!

it’s time to get up”

 

And motorised monsters

or kings of the road

make their way delivering boxes

either side of the tarmac

 

Solitary Swallow

converses with the neighbours

on a nearby roof –

tweets the news – no laptop required

 

The rumble of early morning traffic

cascading through the windows

is followed by the crack of an egg

falling into sizzling bacon fat

 

Kettle whistles through the concrete

up through the bedroom floor

your first cup of the day is ready

milk and two sugars ?

 

 

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Acrostic Learning Music Poetry

Fret

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Salford, 17th April 2018

 

There’s plenty of space to rest your fingers

On the neck of your average guitar

Notes are sounded by the position on the strings

Excellent sounds can be achieved if you put them in the right place

 

(! and if you get it wrong the first time – you can always try again – Don’t Fret !)

Categories
Acrostic Cities Cityscapes Life Poetry Science Weather

Echo

Echo

Escaping a Salford Subway

Carrying call of the person rebounds

Hopping around the chamber – to and fro

On its way to the other exit

Ears pick up what seems like a choir

Cacophony travelling down towards the ear

Happily, sending the message

Or fading away into the distance

Each word bounces around as the

Call travels down the tunnel

Hastily , it makes its way to be heard

Or disappear, into the fog

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Cities Cityscapes

Dark and Light

Darkness

Satellite in the earths sky
lights up the darkness
as one half swaps the sun with the other
casting its shimmering net over the water
And out of the darkness
from behind the trees and bins
furry shadows are sharpened
by the dusting of light from the moon
Pawprints disperse in the dockside puddles
as suppertime treats await
from the fisherman’s throwaways

 

And Moonlight skips over dock and quay
passing over gardens and trees
creating a eerie midnight scene
where once the great ships had been

As moonlight skips over marshmallow clouds
light flickers through the velvet of night
silence only broken

by the nightshift coming home

And as felines feast
Luna keeps watch
till the sound of the cockerel
and return of the sun

Categories
Life

Late Night Listening

Twenty to two

you’re wide awake

listening to the sounds

that the night owls make

The rumble of goods

from factory to store

the bells of the crossings

as the train tracks roar

Cool cats wail out

their tunes on the corner

sounding like a group

of funeral mourners

And the horns and the boombox

from some blokes passing car

Make you wonder why you

left your window ajar

But soon there is silence

tween fall and rise of the sun

till the birds bring the news

that the mornings begun.

Categories
Childhood Family Life Memories Schooldays

Sounds of home

#Blogging101 #Napowrimo #Day18 #Home #Memories

Woken by the familiar sounds of childhood

the morning freight rolling down the Trafford Road

Clock radios alert you to the time as

Water runs in the bathroom

to the fizz of bath cubes creating bubbles

 

Thump of the morning news

follows letters on the floor

as the chirp of bluebirds

cuts through a chorus of cats

 

Local radio follows the sound

of Sausages sizzling in a pan

and the snap crackle pop of morning cereal

Crunch of feet following autumn leaves or virgin snow

on their way to school lessons.