to decelerate - to stop eating celery in your diet
Sunshine/Black hole poetry foundation
About being alive
Monday, 20 July 2026
Joke 55
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Friday, 17 July 2026
North Sea Seal
I'm a North Sea seal
I need my meal
I want my fishes as my dishes
I'm a North Sea seal
I'm sealing the deal
No North Sea oil
For my fishes will spoil
No North Sea oil
For my fishes will spoil
Stop taking my skin
It's mine to begin
And I'll wear it, fair it
Like a sea faring ferret
I'm a North Sea seal
Making a deal
I'm making a steal
It's a cinch, it's a stink
At a pinch, in pink
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Tuesday, 14 July 2026
Corncrake girl
She was a corncrake girl
From the Western isles
On Canna she scanned
The horizon
Just a Corncrake girl
Looking for a new moon rising
Talking about :
Corncrake, cheese cake
Make no mistake
It's a hard baked
Cornflake
Corncrake girl
The corncrake is a bird with a most unusual call
It goes - rickety, rachety, rickety rachety
Like a rattle at a football match
I'm talking about a corncrake girl
Corncrake, cheese cake
Make no mistake
It's a hard baked
Cornflake
Corncrake girl
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Monday, 13 July 2026
Cosmetics
The trainee beautician
enrolled on a course named cosmology
But she thought was cosmetology
Then she discovered the beauty of the universe
and manicured the arms of spiral galaxies
She massaged the figures of a neutron star
And waxed the legs of a nebula
Then she came home to ma and pa
And said I want to be an astronomer
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Sunday, 12 July 2026
A love entire
I was out
Out of touch
I needed you and your love
I was near
But not near enough
And I missed you
and your love entire
It was dark
But I saw the light
I was on fire
You were the spark
You showed me the way
Through your love
It was a love entire
Anytime
That I turn around I don't see you
But then when I'm not looking
I find I'm near you
You must be a magician
You've got me bewitched
Anything you wanted
It would be my wish
And the heart beats
But skips a beat
Like in a foreign country
I'm in a strange heat
I don't know if it's the truth
Or if I'm a liar
I just know the proof
Is in a love entire
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Thursday, 9 July 2026
see through
I am a ghost in this place
Change my name, same face
About turn
Black to white
Shades of beige
into grey stone
Belated birthday kite
Lies on the floor
I am ever alone
How can I endure?
Swallows are swallowed
Up by a sky
So blue
It hurts my eyes
I am lost in a vast ocean
Like them
There's only one homing
Beacon
It's a construction of when
A false memory of the past
I've built a castle of it in my mind
Recently it's been so far away
I thought I could cut the bind
But it frightened me to lose my dream
I cannot live without it
So it seems
I suppose it is escapism
But don't wish to live
in this British live strem
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Tuesday, 7 July 2026
Phoenix of the hedgerows
I saw a Phoenix in the hedgerow
Unfortunately, it did make me head grow
I thought well, I must be an amazing twitcher
To have spotted such a blazing picture
Well unfortunately as well as this
This Phoenix he burst into flame
And set alight the whole bloody lane
Oh the hedges they were burning true
And the farmers they came out swearing blue
What on earth have you done there me lad?
I asked you to cut them hedges, not turn em bad
You turn em all so black and blue,
burning embers through and through
Oh what am I to do?
I said but father, all I did,
was I went along with me shears and snid
And snipped and snead
And then I lost me head
I saw a phoenix in the hedge
I thought he was but a pheasant (overfed)
Ah but that is me own fault
I was mere peasant
I thought: "What a kingly bird
Could come amongst us ere?
I doubt he is anything so queer
He probably is but merely a pigeon
And that proved wrong
For more than a smidgen
He flamed and fired right up from the ashes
And the hedges clattered down in their stashes
Oh the oaks were in smoke
And the willows did billow
And the alders they smauldered, and smildered
Smoldered and pillowed
But the Phoenix he was bright as a button
He flew up high above em like cotton
And floated in the air, oh those cotton bud clouds
If only they weren't the smoke of all them hedges so proud
Oh me father he was sad from that day
He said son you disturbed the phoenix of the hedge lay
You should always give thanks to the hedge laying birds
And never cut them hedges down after April has turned
For the fact is that birds, they do like to nest in em
You can't blame em for being blessed in em
That is just how it works and you cannot say neither
There's nothing else to say about it, you must say dither
So you never should disturb the phoenix of the hedgerow
And you should always give warning to the pheasants so they know
And don't go snipping beyond the verge
Unless you've found out about that phoenix bird
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.