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Salford at sunset

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1 - Office at dusk

Blue and orange

romantic hue

Salford aglow

train slithers past flats

can't wait to go

thinking of you

 

2 - Friday afternoon

Golden glow

setting sun

another week

of life’s work

done

 

3 - Block of flats

Monolithic tombstone

slender church

Signs of life

and death

in
both

 

4 - Bosom

traffic lights hold back the tide

a king’s fantasy land

but only for seconds

the white-eyed stream

angrily

throbbing

for the bosom

of family

or of anybody

 

5 - Emptying car park

work drives us together

freedom drives us apart

free to reunite
with those who broke our heart

I know the picture is not of Salford, but it will do. The poems were all written this evening during the lovely sunset.

 

◄ Scottish angels

Time to leave the playground ►

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Jeff Dawson

Sun 7th Dec 2008 20:21

Hi Tony, I'm just catching up with stuff. I really like this and if you look at my latest offering you will see why! I wrote it a while back but have come back to it and amended it now that my writing is a bit better! Cheers

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Mon 1st Dec 2008 21:11

It sounds like a lovely sunset indeed with such poetry flowing from your heart. :)

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Andy N

Mon 1st Dec 2008 00:00

interesting stuff, tone.. is this going to be a nice style for you? if so, it is a lot more fragmented and sketchy - i know a few people who wouldn't like this but i like it!

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Malpoet

Sat 29th Nov 2008 18:39

Nice one Ant. Good summary DG except that the third line from the end doesn't scan. Glennon would have done much better. If Dermot wasn''t dead he might even have had something to offer.

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DG

Sat 29th Nov 2008 12:52

Face it, it's a shithole - here's my contribution:

Lowry painted matchstick men,
and matchstick dogs and cats.
Now they all take steroids
and eat saturated fats
and mug you in an alleyway
with knives and baseball bats.
You lie there when they've finished
wondering where your wallets gone
with three fat northern bastards
blocking out the setting sun

<Deleted User> (4446)

Sat 29th Nov 2008 11:43

Really enjoyed this poem. Nice one!

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Chris Dawson

Sat 29th Nov 2008 00:25

I ldo ike my work - but sadly I don't have very much of it. I'm self-employed and work is sporadic - especially as I spend so little time chasing it.
Cx

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Chris Dawson

Fri 28th Nov 2008 18:46

Really like the whole thing but especially the last couple of lines .... I no longer have a 9-5 job but there are plenty of other times when I feel both the pull and push of home! And I do miss Manchester, sometimes dreadfully.
Thanks for your comment - as for revelations ... he deserves so much more than he'll get!
Cx

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