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Acrostic Toys

Magnetic

Many of the tin toys seemed to want to be near the new guy

Arriving as he did out of the box, like a bolt from the blue

Gravitas – you might call it

Noted from day one –

Everyone wanted to be near him

Though in truth – they didn’t know why

In time, his popularity would go away , but for now they’re

Collected around him

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Collecting

The bears move house

The new residents

As regular readers of my blog will know, I’ve been shifting things around to accommodate my new bits of aerial artwork, namely my quickbuild planes from airfix

They’re now all happily parked on the top of my bookshelves, so when little paws show up with my sister…they won’t get accidentally broken

However, this has meant the little Disney toys I picked up from the Disney store in Manchester have had to find a new spot to sit.

Pooh bear and chums, in their new home

They’re now sat on a lower bookshelf looking after the books, which they’re sat in front of. This means my nephews can pick them up and play with them as they want, without disturbing any of the squadron.

P51 Mustang chasing Messerschmitt

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Poetry

Standing tall

#Octpowrimo

He’s the height of my thumb

and small as can be

dwarfed by my mug of cocoa or tea

but he’s happy as can be

among the toys and bricks

putting together those coloured ones that stick

and exploration is fun, so he’ll spend his time

climbing that mug, mentioned in this rhyme

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Character Poetry Toys

Back together again

The Hero of our tale! (with accompanying support from Inky)

It’s not easy being me….

I took a fall from a window

and went into flight

aided by the northwest wind

I went to pieces, without assistance

My head and legs went different places

I thought – “that’s it!” – and went to bits

as i thought i’d played my aces

But from the kerb and the grass

i saw a hand pass

and head and body did rise

(to my upmost surprise!)


I looked up at the lad,

as i went good from bad

and we headed back home

a new place to roam

So i sit on the shelf, thankful for health

with other model toys – oh joy of joys

enjoying my place – in my safety of space

and spending time as i can – a new lego man.

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Poetry

Middle

Piglet in the Middle , (Image : Brian F Kirkham 2019)

#fowc #middle

Top shelf of life ?

hardly!

reality is it might look like he’s in the middle, but

everyone knows he’s the one they want to

engage with.

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Christmas Holidays Life Poetry Schooldays

Five more days of Christmas

Salford 2nd January 2019

#christmas #newyear

If you find this post a little scrambled, there is a reason

Six hours kip doesn’t do much for the festive spirit

But just what do you do after new year ?

Back to work or school after two weeks away

If you’re a kid all you want to do is play

With all those toys you pulled with name under tree

And played all week , your time is free

But now clock has chimed…schools calling for you

And work says mum and dad is needed too

While all the time the tree is in the corner with toys

That gave you a surprise, and some extended joy

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Christmas Poetry

Ransacked

Salford 16th December 2018

Morning after the night before

The scene….reminiscent of a burglar

Objects festooned across living room and kitchen

But there’s not a window smashed

Or door broken

Instead, two happy little faces are found

Among brightly coloured carnage

Playing with the toys

That Santa has left behind for them

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Photography Poetry Toys

Things people play with

#cffc #thingspeopleplaywith #octpowrimo

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Puzzles

perplexing

confusing

trialling

three words to describe an imagine puzzle

they arrive at the recipients house…fully completed

seems easy doesn’t it ?   The simplest of objectives

dismantle and reconstruct

my advice….leave them in the cellophane

if you value a shred of your sanity

for once opened….it’ll take it bit by bit.

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Childhood Memories Poetry Toys

Toy Story

#Toystory #Memories #Childhood

Salford 6th September

I can see them now

scattered around on the floor

those little bricks that stuck together

some square – some rectangles

some red, some yellow, some blue, some green

we made trees and houses

for the little lego people

that rode around in the cars

on the stubbily green grass outside the house

we’d just built

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Christmas Poetry

Christmas Tree

Salford 5th December 2017

A poem originally wrote by inky for Allpoetry.com, now making an appearance here as the christmas embargo is officially over!

(wrote on St Andrews Day….)

I’m writing on St. Andrew’s Day,
to make a festive plea.
Don’t neglect mother nature
for the sake of a Christmas tree.

Now, before you all yell “Humbug!”
at my festive rhyme
consider if you will the subject
that i’m spending the time.

yon Scots pines have been up in the highlands,
where its taken some time to grow
for some forester to swiftly chop it down
with one or two axe blows

“Its tradition!” I’ll hear the hardened
who don’t listen to my plea
they say it’ll thrive – its not even alive
as the needles fall from the tree

So get yourself one in a bucket
one wi fresh branches and shoots
after chrimbo and snow – it’ll continue to grow
in a place where it’ll spread its roots

and you’ll see it in garden each winter
as it grows upon year after year
and the children will play, wi the toys on the day
the tree brings the Christmas Cheer