Edge of your seat stuff

Tenterhooks

Old Trafford, Manchester

3rd December 2017

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They’ve been doing this for years

Sat in the arena watching the gladiators

Facing off against one another

Spectators nails chewed to the quick

as the clock ticks down to the 90th minute

cheering every tackle

calling every decision

applauding every header

and jumping for joy if their team wins

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Open

Open

As the competition began to place

The audience and judges shivered in their space

As a young guard, who’d never done the job before

Created a draft inside on the competition floor

Now this might not be bad for contestants so bold,

But judges observing were getting a cold

Said head judge to colleagues, as he spoke to all

I think next year, it’s summer not fall

And sending out messages to stewards away from floor

I know it’s an open…but someone please…shut that door 🚪

 

Wind

Wind

force of nature

turning tides

moving sails

of mighty mariners

 

coming from all directions

moving.ears of corn from left to right

making musical sounds in the reeds

heard by animals in the fields

 

Force harnessed by the sportsman

taking the tide as a challenge

riding the wind with colourful silks

and cutting through water on board with sails

 

Ode to a Kite

Northerly and westerly

Olympia Landed

Some place, Some where

It began on a field of green

on a soggy spring day

 

And as the rain fell

muddy puddles splashed

as damp feet advanced

 

The grey soon disappeared

as speeds increased and

coaches unleashed new hurdles

 

Soon young minds engaged

beating Ra to the punch

and clock times were smashed

 

Leading to a moment

a time in the sun

where medals were gained, by leading from the front

Puncture

Puncture

A poem by Brian F Kirkham

14/06/2017

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Perhaps it was fate intervening

Under the lights of the one – on – one run off

New champion releases a breath – as old one curses release from a tyre

Cut by something sharp on the road

Taking the title away from him

Until then, the pressure to succeed was all on him

Reflections of what could have been – expected

Even now. he’s giving a cursing glare down the tarmac road

 

Thoughts of the long distance runner

Salford, 12th May 2017

Down the long stretches of Tarmac he goes

In darkness, fuelled by apples and bananas

Some call him crazy, but others they smile

Taking to the deserted road, to break down his time

All for the prize, of reaching that line

Nice shiny medal and Achievement awaits

Could records be broken this year ? A possibility

Expect a great smile as the target is reached