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Poetry

A thought on Flight

#Poetry #Flight #writeclub

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like a host of enthusiastic raindrops

passing the window with colour

like an apple and pear

racing to reach the grass below

like that fruit

falling into a copper pan and resting on a pie crust

like a host of travelling blossoms

moved along by the wind

like a worm dropping

from a newly owned nest

like a bird hopping off a roof

to catch that worm

like a suitcase on a travelator

on a brand new expedition

like a new adventure

under sunny skies, off across the sands

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Garden Nature

Breeze

Dandelion Seed Clock

They’re off on a journey

Travelling by air

Through skies of blue

The destination – yet unknown

That depends on the breeze they chase

The arrival time – when the wind drops

Then they’ll take a siesta, in

The nearest spot of soil

Till time awakens them all and

Their new flowers appear

They may be called “Weeds” but

There’s more to these wildflowers

They’re Bright yellow Dandelions – watch them roar!

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Health Poetry Travel

Waiting for the ferry

#wdys

Something strange in

these sun covered streets,

there’s no one around but the locals

the medicine man said stay at home

so in centrally heated houses

they stay

away from the sun covered shores

the artworks and postcards

sit solitary

while cafe sombreros

swing in the soft summer breeze

with no one to hear the tower clock

but the shopkeepers

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Food Poetry Transport Travel

Thinking of Breakfast

#writeclub #breakfast

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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 Prose Transport Travel writing

Car

#writeclub #adventure

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A car is not an Adventure

though it could just get you there

saving you the shoe leather

or even the bus fare

It gets you there from A to B

using the various road and track

Travelling down endless steel railed paths

and buckets of flattened tarmac

It’d be great – if it got you to places

without needing a top-up or three (to be frank)

but it just gets you to the nearest station

on a single tank

so as you head down the highway

in search of your seaside abode

your chariot is eating your fish and chips

as it burns down the road

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Beach Childhood Holidays Travel

Adventure

#writeclub #listpoem

Adventure comes

from a small leather case

stepping onto the plane

and heading to a place

well out of normal reach

definately not your

normal nearby beach

imagining how happy you will be

sat with your mum on dad – on a spot by the sea

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Food Holidays Poetry Tradition Travel

Stifado

#Food #Greek #Dish #Beef #Cinnamon

An acrostic, written in honour of a dish i enjoyed a lot of during my travels to the greek islands.

Stifado

Served up in a traditional greek pot

Traditionally cooked up with beef, tomatoes and onions

It’s usually served up with some sort of pasta

Fresh bay leaves, cinnamon

And all spice give it its authentic flavour

Dry red wine goes as a good accompanient

Of course – if you want it with chips – the chef will be happy to provide them

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Holidays Memories Travel

Trinkets

#fowc #trinkets

Trinkets / pin badges … by inky

Tiny little things

reminding you of places

in the UK or abroad where you

navigated towards on holiday

kept mementoes of

events in time

tallied together

so you don’t forget them

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Outdoors Parks Poetry Sport

Slope

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The golf pro landed the ball

downhill

all seemed well

that was until

aided by the grass or on its own

perhaps by wind it was blown

down the slope , and into a trap

into the sand, in a moments snap

the ball was rescued by his sand wedge

only to find its self back on the ledge

and on this slightly windy day

he watched, as his ball down the hill, rolled away

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Poetry Transport Travel

Waiting

#MLMM

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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.