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Poetry

Commute

#fowc #transport

We’re all trying to get somewhere

from point A to point B

Cupboards have to be filled

while young minds are filled

Putting your feet first

is the simplest option

but then pushing those pedals

might get you there faster

Its rare to see a horse in the city

but i think they’re hiding

miniature horses pushing

their owners down the road

and heading for a new town

a local thunderbolt

picking up passengers

on stops down the street

An electric rocket ?

snaking through the city

cleaner than his big brother

but shorter distance to travel

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Food Poetry Transport Travel

Thinking of Breakfast

#writeclub #breakfast

Photo by Valeria Boltneva on Pexels.com

Up all night

travelling in their magnificent chariot

making their way to their destination

Thinking of breakfast

Driving to Penzance

from John – o – Groats

looking to fill the stomachs and throats

Thinking of breakfast

Dropping off cargo, at a rendezvous point

all the time thinking, of a roasted lamb joint

or bacon or sausage – a hash brown or three

washed down with Orange juice or perhaps ice tea

Making the regulation breaks on the way

in the services he’ll sit and he’ll stay

Bacon and sausage on plates – can they do?

No, so tween four bits of wholemeal he’ll chew

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Poetry Transport Travel

Waiting

#MLMM

Image by George Natsioulis

She’s Waiting

She’s Waiting by the platform

She’s Waiting for a Train

She’s Waiting for the train

She’s Waiting for a particular train

but for now – She’s Waiting

She’s waiting to get to a place on the coast

a place as a child she enjoyed the most

a place that was way off from metropolis rain

a place in the sun that you travelled to by train

tickets all booked,

bags all packed

waiting on the platform – relaxed

listening for the sound of the choo-choo horn – Maxed

While waiting.

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Poetry

Jostle

Salford, 15th August

It’s crazy days

In a time of a virulent bug

Increases in the mercury and

Isolation for many – It’s

Indescribable how

Individuals can ram themselves

Into carriages of an LRT

In a quest to get to their destination

If they were thinking – they might see the measures

It’s keeping them away from catching the bug

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Poetry

Round in Circles

#Circles #roundabout #Salford #Fowc

Roundabout, Pendleton, Salford – Image : BF Kirkham

Heading off on a journey ?

enjoy the trip

a ride you haven’t enjoyed since you were young

driving round and round

in a vain attempt to find the right road out

noted you thought you knew the right direction –

going to be dizzy when you finally find the right exit

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Poetry

Platform

#Fowc #platform

Lancaster Railway Station (Print from Stock Image by Inky)

Perched on a bench – sat by a

line….waiting

as the station announcer

tells you over the tannoy, that your train isn’t arriving

for another forty minutes

on the plus side….the cafeteria is nearby so you can

ravish your teeth on another British Rail Pastry

moment to enjoy while you wait….

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Acrostic Museums Poetry Transport

Engine

Salford, 6th April 2020

#fowc #engine

Engine, outside the power hall at Museum of Science and Industry, Manchester

Every mechanic knows – it’s

Not the wheels , but the engine that

Get’s a driver from A to B

It’s truly – the heart of any transport

Naval, bus, car or motor bike

Exception – if you’re reliant on foot or pedal power

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Poetry Prose Transport Travel

Six words – Waiting

#Sixwordsstory #waiting

Sat out of the weather, Waiting

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Poetry

Rumble

#octpowrimo #pantoum

An attempt at the pantoum format, for octpowrimo

Monday, 28th October 2019

Who needs a wake up call

As the deliveries drive In

Lorries, cars, bikes … one and all

Dropping parcels with a grin

As deliveries drive in

You can hear the wheels a moving

dropping parcels with a grin

As people come out of their snoozing

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Poetry Transport Victorian

Penny Farthing

#poetry #victorian #transport #wheels

A penny farthing, Passing the lowry in Salford. Stock Photo by Alamy – Messed about a bit by Inky.

Look at Me!
on a Victorian street,
a marvellous thing
that’s hard to beat

I rest by a wall
where I stand up tall
I can be seen by the noble
the Blacksmith , and all

My rider sits down
on th’seat – wood and brass
Awaiting a whistle
Allowing him to pass

And as I pass toy shop
the children all cheer!
As adults enter hostelry
picking up beer

And as I pass neighbours
on pavement nearby
Pigeons on Barbers roof
begin to fly

As the rider moves off
I begin to wobble
with my wheel catching corner
of raised shiny cobble

But my rider is careful
– or else he would fall
so he keeps his head high
and body straight and tall