Sunshine/Black hole poetry foundation
About being alive
Friday, 23 October 2026
The Demon Buzzard of the Marchy Moor
Its no use closing your door
He will come tapping at your window
You're never safe
Always look over your shoulder
You might see a black shape circling in the sky
It might seem quite innocuous just a regular birdie fly
But look in your binocular, take a good look at his eye
He has a demon green sparkle in it, he knows you'll have to die
You might be out late one night returning home from the boozer
You might walk down the straight long road and be ready for a snoozer
You'll be wrong when hear his song, like a screeching upon high
Don't be long, you better run, because tonight might be your turn to die
Oh look over your shoulder, look back you better beware
Just watch out for that attack, never think that he's not there
But now he's got the taste for human meat,
Perhaps one night he robbed a baby from a pram
Unattended down the street
And now he knows the tender flesh crunching in his beak
He wants to take your head in his talons until you cannot speak
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Thursday, 22 October 2026
2020 visions
Ah well you married for love
Well it matters not just what you've done
Because it's better than being alone
There are two worlds full of fire
And there's a land of the rising sun
Well it matters not who you desire
Unless you're the man who's holding the gun
Well I watched you in the window
That night when you should have gone home
Well who was that you were with babe
While you left me here all alone?
The dogs bark at midnight
The fireflies dance to the light
And blacks birds peck
At the wooden deck
In time to sea shanties songs
Life's just a dream that we all must
Live through alone but it's the fool
Who makes his world cooler
For the price that they put on his bones
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Saturday, 17 October 2026
Long Sutton Cricket club open Mic night -Silly point poetry
Long Sutton, Long Sutton
You've treated us so kind
Though we may be legs of mutton
Our roads to you still wind
We all wish we were still lambs
You see for they are fair and kind
And yet the beat of iams
Still gives us our peace of mind
Your cricket team, they are a dream
But to me only a figment of my mind
For I always arrive at close of day
And the players having left I find
I wish one day to explore your moors
Oh amore a moor amore
Like those Romans of ancient times
Their feet walked on mosaic dimes
Each step a shining ducat or talent find
Like us pining to say fuck it valentine
They explored the world of gluttony
Using a feather to induce a vomit
Loved pleasure like Cleopatra and Anthony
Loved comedy as Wallace and Gromit
So not too different except for tragedy
They had a few mad despots
But let's not split hairs, ours not theirs
We've still got these open mic spots
So thank you Long Sutton Cricket club
For your haranguing and arranging
Now we've paid the ticket price for the night
The venue, hall rental and even more far ranging
Paid for the privilege of reading our rhymes
in a space defined by performers
Just mind you keep well away from the crimes
Of pushing the boundaries of ex-reformers
For then like the Roman invaders who imposed
Their will upon the Britons
We hope our rhymes are better composed
And fill up the chairs we sit on
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Thursday, 15 October 2026
Freedom notes
I met her at a party
I didn't know she was your wife
I only kissed her partly
It was once and never twice
She was leaving as it was ending
But the dancing carried through the night
I thought I was expending
So much energy on living this life
All the parrots they are flocking
Across the rainforest canopy
I can see it now my head unlocking
That I just wanted to be free
I saw her much later on
And she recognized me
But I had already sung my song
Like a bird trying to be free
She was sitting up at the bar
She looked lonely to me
What was it that had gone wrong so far
She said the night was setting her free
I regret I should have spoken some more
I should have helped unlock her with my key
But I was already heading for the door
And my momentum was carrying me
There's a place and there's a silence
You must find within yourself
If it comes it ends the violence
And it's a key to your mental health
I can't be the one to save you
You must rescue you
But the world is full of charlatans and fools
Who will try and lead you away from truth
So what was she doing there
Hanging out in a crowd like that
They were all lost in their own way
Playing at life's blackjack
I want to tell her not to gamble
When she's feeling so vulnerable
The road is long and you must ramble
Along it, but it's understandable
I caught a feather in the air
The bird had already flown
I wish I knew if she was still sitting there
While I had already walked home
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Wednesday, 14 October 2026
Frog chorus of the river bank
Coming out of the blue
I saw you in red
Coming out of the fog
I raised my head
And leaping onto logs
I said
I'm out I'm alive
Don't make me go
Back down that pithole
I don't want to work underground
It'll destroy my soul
But likewise
I don't have the energy
To rise above this dull chorus of frogs
Who ribbet and bekekex bekekex
koax koax
croak their throats
At river boats
passing over
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Coming out of the blue 2
Couldn't hide my hand as I was talking to you
I said I'm coming out of the blue
I had no idea on earth what I was going to do
I was just coming out of the blue
And I needed you, do you need me too?
Well I'm coming out of the blue
And I hope you find your peace of mind
As I'm coming out of the blue
I held my hand up to the sky
As it was coming out of the blue
I can't find the words or even try
As I was coming out of the blue
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Another world
In another world we could have been fine
In another world you could have been mine
In another world and time
In another world we crossed over the line
In another world of music and wine
In another world and time
Oh why can't that world be like this
All I ever wanted was your kiss
All I ever seem to do here is climb
Into another world and time
I'm in luck there's heart I can find
another world and time
I got stuck up in a grape vine
about another world and time
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.