Mallet

Mallet

Maybe

all those in power would

like to sit back and contemplate, their

local populus might appreciate some gentler thinking than

extruding a nut with a heavy instrument

take some time, think things through

 

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Circle

Circle

Could this humble little shape, be a metaphor for life ?

It’s strange – how i watch people

Running around like those

Cartoon characters you see on Saturday morning TV

Like there’s no tomorrow

Expect chaos to ensue – at holiday season – it gets worse !

Cacophony

Cacophony

It begins quietly enough

the sound of birds waking from their nests

and perching themselves on the sculpted columns of buildings

the sound sweetly moves past the windows

joined by a wail of a cat and a dog

arguing over the stray beefburger

dropped the night before

the rumble of tyres – joined by their horns

as products make way from a to b

kids on the march from home to school

noise from records in an aim to look cool

the birds fly away – soon to return

and you have to get up – as your ears start to burn

 

 

The Old School tie….

Uniform

schooltie

Our Lady of Mount Carmel RC High School, 1987

Stood inside the “New” Amalgamated school by Buile Hill Park, in Salford.

Two sets of kids awaiting to go off to lessons – but first – the set up of forms

The classes had to be put together – Cathedral with St Lawrence’s.

you couldn’t tell them apart – similarity with the standard kit – Black/Charcoal Grey Trousers, White shirt/blouse (light Blue was allowed), Navy Blue jumper….

and of course…the school tie.

The boys would always do something with their jumper – round the shoulders or tied round the waist

The girls on occasion would do the tomboy thing – wearing the school tie whilst messing with the regulation skirt

In the crowded school hall , friends wave to one another that they recognise – How?

The School Tie was ever so slightly different in the way the light blue stripes landed on the dark blue….and till the new stock came in – that’s the way it would stay.

They wore them like badges of honour.

Home

a piece of poetry written by inky back in October 2011.

its had a bit of a brush up….inky.

empty windows, front and back

This old terraced house has seen an attack

lined up un boarded on a desolate street

overgrown garden weeds under feet

But park yourself a minute..in that old iron chair

take a few seconds to take in the air

theres life in those bricks, and down the whole street

with some plan and attention it’ll all be a treat

fix up the windows, paint the walls, add some seats

clean up the wood floors adding rugs to be neat

throw in a cooker, a table a bed

not forgetting kitchen where your family is fed

add in a telly, some stuff that is yours

with a lovely bathroom wi waterproof floors

plant your own flowers in garden and see

the return of the wildlife in form of the bees 🐝

this unloved old place, can soon be called home

as many a family, spreads out and does roam

it’s the people in the building that make it their own

which confirms that saying ….a house ain’t a home!

Relief!

Relieved

The message responded to,

the seed of panic begins to grow

old faces from the past

you haven’t seen for years

 

Contact – thin on the ground

Telephone – no obvious sound

haven’t seen many of them around

feeling like a lost and found

 

As day grows near – you wander more

what you want to be there for ?

ghosts of past – appear no end

enough to drive you round the bend

 

You go to the place – and to your surprise

a friendly face – you’re recognised

nerves begin to ease a while

as old chums welcome you with a smile