Tag: Street

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Animals Cats Character Poetry

Rolling on in

Salford, Monday 4th May

It’s early morning, as i rise

and the street is busy to my surprise

for waking up the chorus (Dawn)

a pussy cat, a little forlorn

He’d spent his time, with his pals last night

playing around under the street lights

but now Ra is up, it has to be said

this furry old cat wants in for his bed

His stomach is full, thanks to a friend on the street

corned beef from a can – a most tasty treat

but his thoughts turned to breakfast, as on street he did play

so off to the garden , he began to make way

And up is his owner, so he’s through the back door

and slowly he goes off to his bed on the floor

so while humans are out, with meetings they keep

our furry old pussycat, is in bed, sound asleep

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Poetry

Street

Salford, 5th April 2020

#Discoverprompt #DiscoverWP #Street

Another tail from inky

I think of it like a branch of a tree

follow it back long enough and you’ll find

the grocers , the bakers, the butchers

schools and doctors

maybe a theatre or gallery

and houses tall and small

and a much larger branch

pointing off to another part of town

perhaps even – another town

if you have a set of wheels

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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

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Autumn Nature Poetry

Rush hour III

The trees are bending

moving to a western tune

played by coming wind

rolling autumn leaves

around tarmac cul-de-sacs

to the alley’s end

follow the brown leaves

and you find them piled up high

by a pelican

some decide to rest

whilst others run the gauntlet

towards the river

final resting spot ?

answer to question – unclear

floating down river

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Life Sport Sports

Playing in the side street

Salford, 25th September 2019

#Salford #Children #Parking #Gardens #Street #Sports

In order to save themselves some pocket money

the sports fans find convenient side streets

parking off the main road on the way to the stadium

One by one, they move on to empty paving

ignoring the call of the parking charge

plastered on the nearby wall

Playing fields and abandoned land

Perfect Places for those with a nose (and Permit)

to Place a spot for incoming visitors

Kids sit forlorn – as their playspace

finds itself taken over for 48 hours

by hawkers with money on their mind

Traffic jams – a certainty

as kids take over the abandoned tarmac

for an impromptu game of rounders

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Poetry

Churlish

#fowc #churlish

Salford, 30th August 2019

A response for fandangos prompt, taken from a memory

Now that’s a fine way to act,

as you sit with your arms crossed

on the corner of the cobbled street.

throwing a strop and

calling people names

is really lady like – isn’t it ?

I’ve seen you pull that face

a hundred times before

you can come in now – its time for tea

your face will soon change when pudding is served

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Poetry Space

Illumination

Salford, 8th April 2019

LED Lighting – Outside the house (Image BF Kirkham)

It’s not as if an alien were

looking for a landing spot or

leading lights of theatre were performing outside

under portable stage lighting –

moon looks on in awe – as halogen lighting casts

instant brightness down the street

night time glow falls over housing

as orbs of light create silhouettes and shadow

the sky seems brighter somehow

its like the brightness has hidden all the stars

overhead – outside, some place there’s satellites flying

note though – with all the light – you can’t see them

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Photography Poetry

Challenge 30 – No11

“Shadow”

Shadow in the Street

Sun light has a wonderful artistic temperament

Holding images from objects below it

As the suns rays fall to the floor,

Drawings of things around and about appear

On the ground nearby

When the light goes, they disappear till the moonbeams appear

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Buildings Poetry

The Wall

Chapel Street, Salford 2018

They reclaimed the bricks and numbered each one

as the diggers did their thing

the builders saving a theatre wall

you could almost hear them sing

 

artwork by the cathedral doors

in colours you’d never expected before

bright neon on the way to town

spread across bricks orange/brown

 

numbers alive – a wonderful dream

a sight like Neapolitan ice – cream

and for four days – the bricks were talk of the town

before the builders tore them back down

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Acrostic Garden Home Seasons Snowman Weather Winter

Snow 🌨

Salford 28th February 2017

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Winter ❄️ returns to Salford (c) brianfkirkham 28/2/17

So, here it goes

new Year and January have left the party

old father times moving on to spring

winter ❄️ you would think 💭 is getting ready to take a nap 😴

somebody didnt read the script at the pole

northern winds have delivered something, covering

over the terracotta tiles of the towns terraces

white, and fluffy and wild in places

spring seems to still be in hibernation

nice to look at the falling snow … clinging

on to every green branch in sight,

what i want to know, is could we build a snowman ⛄️?

sticking like glue while the mercury stalls,

nice to look at behind heated walls

overcoats needed as the white stuff falls

with only the hardiest making house calls