1st November 2018
Somewhere out in the northern skies
There’s a little blue man
Aiming to communicate…he’s
Really far away, but
Sends you a signal from off in the distance
Space
Moon Man
Poetry, SpaceSalford 12th September 2018
#promptuarium #Visitor
When the men from the rocket
landed on the moon
they weren’t expecting
a reception committee
The locals hadn’t seen Astronauts
and invited them to tea
they looked a little different
but acted like you and me
And they helped the men collect
rocks and soil from the ground
as the bosses from earth
wanted to know – if there was life around
And after the ‘nauts had left for home
the moon people to earth would go
to learn about their next door neighbours
in their fancy UFO
Spacekid
Astronomy, Childhood, Growing up, Poetry, Space
Salford, 22nd August 2018
Another piece inspired by the #Promptuarium
Many thought you a funny kid
On most nights they’d see you staring into space
Overlooking the positions of the stars and the zodiac
No other subject interested you more
Destiny ? to be the first man to live – on a base on the moon
Until then – you sit out in the garden – plotting your way there
Satellites floating in zero gravity over your head as you
Track your course with telescope, pencil and paper
Depleted
Poetry, SpaceThey pulled the plug
took its power away
all communication
stopped
Now floating in space
a toy for the little green men
floating in space
with little to do
Organise
Acrostic, books, Poetry
Over time, the
Reading material on the shelves begin to
Grow, taking over the library
Act Now,
Nip it in the bud – and sort out them shelves
If not, the books will take over the space – Be
Zippy about it – for space is at a premium
Everyone knows you’ll run out of it
Wondering….
Life, Nature, Outdoors, Parks, Roman wallIn response to the prompt
My Home town has plenty of green space to go at…
Two canals, a river network that runs up northern tributaries to Lancashire, and south towards Cheshire
These canals and rivers meet up near the old dock at Salford Quays, formerly “Manchester Docks”, I walk that way when I either head for the tram bound for Eccles or when i’m on duty at the Northern Branch of the Imperial War Museum
Narrowboats at Castlefield’s Canal Basin – Part of the Canal Network
The Canal itself leads on through Manchester and other parts of the county.
The opportunities by the waterside have seen the waterways cleaned up and provide leisure for people all year round. Narrow boats are a regular sight on the canal network, and moorings line the route all the way to the point where the Irwell and Mersey meet
Roman Wall, at Castlefield, Manchester
Opposite the Canal Basin at Castlefield lie the Forum where open air events take place, The Museum of Science and Industry, with its Engines, Cars, and Aeroplanes and the Roman Wall, where the Roman Fort remains are in situ.
The Lowry in Salford – Topic of the poem “The Musical Place”
Home
Buildings, Home, Life, Poetrya piece of poetry written by inky back in October 2011.
its had a bit of a brush up….inky.
empty windows, front and back
This old terraced house has seen an attack
lined up un boarded on a desolate street
overgrown garden weeds under feet
But park yourself a minute..in that old iron chair
take a few seconds to take in the air
theres life in those bricks, and down the whole street
with some plan and attention it’ll all be a treat
fix up the windows, paint the walls, add some seats
clean up the wood floors adding rugs to be neat
throw in a cooker, a table a bed
not forgetting kitchen where your family is fed
add in a telly, some stuff that is yours
with a lovely bathroom wi waterproof floors
plant your own flowers in garden and see
the return of the wildlife in form of the bees 🐝
this unloved old place, can soon be called home
as many a family, spreads out and does roam
it’s the people in the building that make it their own
which confirms that saying ….a house ain’t a home!
Visitor
Astronomy, Poetry, SpaceA tale of Constellation – first told on Allpoetry.com
The great relation of the sky
decided today would be a good day
to pay his sister a visit
He moved quite fast
for a constellation his age
as he travelled unaided through the stars
The Young whippersnapper
also known as “the red planet”
nipped at his edges – he wanted to play
And news from the rest of the family,
made his stars shine bright
in his mass of gas, chemicals and rock
A word with his brothers
out beyond the rocks
and then he moves off – to look after his flock
the family of planets
who’s father has died
and the small little planets, who often have cried
Deep Space (Darkness)
Astronomy, Colours, Poetry, Time#coloryourworld #cyw #black #space
During the night
as the earth turns
the sky turns black
distant stars
appear as mere pin-pricks
in a velvet sky
whilst the other half is at work and play
the half cast in midnight
sleeps soundly away
Outer Space
Art, Colours, Poetry, Science, Space
#coloryourworld #cyw #outerspace
Picture created with Colorfy
looking out into the night sky,
it’s difficult to tell what colour outer space is
we paint it black – like a sheet of silk
and those far off dots in the fabric ? far off mystical worlds
we gave them names – and put them in stories
myths and legends, told many moon rises ago
Aries to the Huntsman we follow with pride
through telescopic lenses or newspapers inside
and the robots we send to examine these stars
landing on the moon, and venus and mars
are the UFO pilots playing hide and seek ?
Its a question the scientists ask every week.
