This may be my last blog post for a short while as I’ll be unable to access the net.
Today’s prompt is ‘paper’ so I’ve based it on our new SAP system.
Computers planned, reduce paper mounds
Save the lumberjacks’ felling rounds
No longer need to print A4
Much, much less than a book store
New system demands total opposite
Print everything twice, secure in black white
Huge change from creating barcodes
New SAP system process overloads
New supplier forms, thick and fast
Checking, printing, a pile amassed
E-mail, confirmation, approval, boom !
Filing cabinet please, we’ve no more room
Tonights poem is not work related. It’s from the daily prompt.
Birth to death, an eternal loop
Treadmill of life, jumping through a hoop
School, work, retire, exist
Repeating circles, God’s waiting list
Day by day, life gets hard
Constant struggle, battle scarred
Up’s, down’s, as life goes round
Like a ride at fairground
I should’ve posted this yesterday but I ran out of time last night. I’d also calmed down after yet another day where things are getting worse on our new system. Let’s hope today is better, but I’m not holding my breath……..
Another day, heat and confusion
This way, that way, no ways of working
Extended meeting, can’t get our point across
Talking stick, one at time please, boss
All day updating our log
Had to post this on my blog
At some point there must be direction
Otherwise there’ll be so many corrections
Ignore implications, little training, tunnel vision
Car crash awaits, head on collision
Following last night’s poem about unearthing old photos I’ve concentrated tonight’s on the first holiday I remember. There are a few black and white pictures showing how we enjoyed it ?
First holiday photos
Holiday snap on Rhyl beach
Sandcastles, flags, a pound each
Sea front photo, pulling a toy train
Watching kites fly, like weather vanes
Holidaying, a cramp caravan
At only four, a was little man
That was over 50 years ago
Cruise holidays now
The seas ebb and flow
Tonights poem is from a prompt provided by my work colleague, Nicola Hulme. It’s Nicola you need to blame for my poetry and blog. She’s a ‘soon to be published’ author of a childrens book and she’s my inspiration. Please check her blog out.
Today’s prompt is ‘old photos’.
Bundles of photos, an old suitcase
Faded pictures, almost lost without trace
Faces of family, no longer here
Memories, they bring a tear
Evidence that they existed
One or two were tight fisted
Some horrendous fashions
Passing phases, some peoples passions
Holiday snaps when I was a child
In adulthood, these photos I’ll stockpile
A happy day
My parents, the wedded pair
Mum and Dad gone
I sit and stare
Carrying on the weekly Northern Soul history. This week it’s Wigan Casino.
On September 23rd 1973 the world famous Wigan Casino opened its doors. Previously known as The Empress Ballroom this cavernous place became the heart and soul of Northern Soul. Numerous iconic records were discovered and played here. From 600 people on the first night the club rocketed to over 100,000 members. Eventually I became one of those. The doors opened at 12:30 am and closed at 8:00 am. An all nighter. Many DJ’s still have cult followings. One such being Richard Searling. If you can please listen to UK local BBC Radio Stoke on every Saturday evening from 6- 8pm. Wonderful memories.
Tonight I’ve selected a few classics.
The first two records played there.
Put your loving arms around me – The Sherries
Afternoon of the rhino – Mike Post Coalition
Run for cover – The Dell’s
Stolen hours – Patrice Holloway
Suspicion – The Originals
Dance, dance, dance – The Casualeers
In orbit – Joy Lovejoy
Hit and run – The Contours
You hit me where it hurt me – Alice Clark
Some famous footage from the dance floor at the Casino on this next single.
What – Judy Street
Super rare single next at the time.
Cry your eyes out – Dottie Cambridge
Now a few smooth soul tracks.
Something new to do – Bobby Sheen
In 1976 this next single cost £170. That was the most expensive at the time.
Seven day lover – James Fountain
This is beautiful.
Just loving you – Ruby Andrews
Last one for tonight. The lyrics are outstanding. So beautiful.
I go to pieces – Gerri Grainger
Hopefully part 2 next week or the week after. Enjoy these classic tracks.
Today’s poem is based on today’s prompt, ‘bottle’.
It made me think how quickly our life’s could change.
Transformed from a respectable businessman
Summer months, Riviera life, Monaco, Cannes
Luxurious life, home, family, fast car
Debt called, falling from his star
Alcohol soothes, obvious answer
Downward slide, the bottle cancer
Sort time, one extreme to another
I’d do anything, if this was my brother
After such a warm day I thought I’d write todays poem whilst sat outside. There’s nothing on the TV anyway. I’ve taken my inspiration from the daily prompt – ‘Blossom’. I only had to look around me.
A Delight to the Senses
Pen in hand, writing this ode
Sat in the garden, around me, floral colours explode
Blossoms with shades of pink and white
Catching the sun, dazzle in daylight
All around new growth, fauna and floral
Signals early summer, almost choral
Long shadows painted, by early evening sun
Cross freshly mowed grass, striped one by one
Shrill birdsongs fill the air
I appreciate this
Sat in my chair
A break from my usual style of poetry. Tonights poem reflects on the London high rise tragedy.
Why create these monsters
Someone, somewhere had a vision
Create a monster, build up not demolition
Multiple floors, reaching the sky
Each a death trap, far too high
Built before emergency procedures
Cost prohibited safety features
Who’s to blame?
Gift of hindsight finds a name
Public to the rescue again
Kind donations, so humane
So many losses, there’s an uproar
Please God, disasters no more
Change of style to tonight. A move away from a work related poem. There’s one written that I may publish later.
As youngsters we’re taught English and Maths
My school, teachers were psychopaths
Taught how to do our sums
Counting on fingers and thumbs
Other subjects at school, around total
Some stories I could tell, anecdotal
Strange school trips, I’m not scarred
Great times, alcohol, being barred