to decelerate - to stop eating celery in your diet
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.
Sunday, 5 July 2026
The Crows of Shepton
The crows are coming round again
And I'm sitting in the bower
The knives are drawn behind our backs
But the parliament's in power
A murder is a ripening
The time is coming soon
But who knows death
Is a harbinger bird
Who's crying out at the moon
I held a leaf
Like telephone
A nautilus shell alone
I talked to the sea
And my mother was there
In spirit but not in the bone
The flesh of the fish
Jesus was a skipping stone
He stepped so fast and far
It seemed
But then sunk when I got home
When I think of Jesus
He is a promise I have to keep
He is the others in the meeting
Who face me, lay their bets
That life is at stake
Will you take the wager?
The older you get the more you must play
But the higher becomes the ante
You need to join in or else you have lost
You must join before it's too late
The crows still sit on the rooftop
Crows are so human I think
When night closes in they want
The company, of another shoulder
next to them,
Another body, in a group
I don't know what it is about sharing
But you must speak to unburden yourself
A trouble shared is a trouble halved
But that is not even what it's about
It's about building a community
A communion of voices and spirits
Who see in each other similarities
Like the flap of a wing or a preening with beaks
The crows have flown off now at nightfall
To the safety of their treetops or chimney pots
Humans are much like crows I think
We each need our gatherings around
hot spots
Candles, or fires or sunsets
Company at the dying of the light
Courage in togetherness
Serenity in the night
Wisdom to let the day breathe
And let a new dawn bring a
new hope and fresh flight or fight
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Friday, 3 July 2026
Hang to the left
Hang to the left
Do you hang to the left
Or to the right he said
My father that is
And then he said
If you are a man then
Or that is what I heard
That is the gloss, the filter I put on everything he was
Back then
It was because I was trying to be a man
Whatever that was
When I was twenty something
So I drank and smoked a pipe
But I was just finding out who I am
Or was
But even that is always changing
Or perhaps never is
Because you can never see your whole self
The hand that holds the mirror
Is always hidden
Only in glimpses and snatches of other people
Can we realize who or what we do
Or are
That is why we must keep sharing
Stories and experiences
And keep listening
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Thursday, 2 July 2026
Seal of approval
It was a Saturday afternoon when I heard you
You were calling from inside my wall
I thought at first how absurd to
Be stuck inside a place and then call
But of course that's what it is to be human
And I was a child once too
I climbed to the top of an apple tree
And then didn't know how to
Climb back down for before tea
So I just waited up there for hours
Until my mother came looking for me
Then she encouraged me to climb down
The same way I got there
So I thought crow, crow what do you know
We can all get stuck in places we don't want to be
So Crow, crow what do you know
I'm going to try and rescue thee
Well it didn't work out quite like that
I actually sat down in my chair after gardening and
Then heard it cheap cheap
I thought oh no there's a bird stuck in my chimney
What am I to do?
So I phoned up Shepton Vets
They suggested I phoned up Secret World
So I phoned up Secret World. They weren't in
So I left a message: there's a bird stuck in my chimney
Saturday afternoon about 4 pm
I should before going any further
That I've never had a fire in the fireplace
It's a rented property and they told me
I wasn't allowed to, which I thought was unfair
I kind of see why now, but really it would be
nice to.
Anyway the chimney, I was told was sealed and
I couldn't open it. So I never tried
I never even used to come in this room
Well actually I did at first
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Nice people
Hammon was an ex dominatrix
Used to like to dominate
Now only in the Matrix
Cool dude
Shades
Jacket like a Rapper
All wrapped up in himself
Like a Christmas Papa
Ama was a suplimatrix
But they were both really nice people
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
living death
There are some things
I can't live without
Some Things slide off my spoon
And somethings I can't give any doubt
You know I want them like the moon
Oh but if you you've gotta live
Live now
Because
It's gonna be over too soon
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Takeaways
Give me the end
I want to know how it ends
Girl in the Chinese restaurant
I want to give you what you want
I want to know your name
I have a flame burning for you
The spring rolls too
Screw into the chop suey
And where am I left in
The whole milieux
I ask you how to be a writer
Send in your work
You seem to know what I'm saying
Without me needing to speak
I like that intuition
In one so young
I think we could do things together
Beyond the sun
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
And Another
After some weeks of sobriety
I feel more on the level
Life lacks the variety
But I can live like a bevel
Sharper. more crystal
But life is dull as shit
And I long for losing control
Just to forget it
The fact is out of mind
Out of space away from myself
In a hidden place
It's better Ifind to have this
clarity of grace
The AA meetings were a hoot
Well they were great shares
Of dispairs and cares
And powerful stories
Of rising up from the boot
From the bottom of nothingness
Desperation
That is the hell of an addiction
I do not wish to follow that route
So I keep shovelling coal on my stomach
To keep in suit
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Windmill creak
Corncrake by the lake
Corncrake, Corncrake
Hear them quakers quake
Corncrake by the meeting house
Corncrake under the window
Where the widow weeps
Corncrake, Corncrake
Corncrake under the willow
Where the peat sleeps
I know you must be near me
For I can hear your call
But I'm trying just to
eat my cereal
Snap crackle and pop
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
God save the Queen
Oh they threatened to kill me
Oh yes they did
They said it was a mercy killing
Then they said if I didn't want to be dead
They'd put me in witness protection
Well I said that would be thrilling
I'm too tired to be witty you said
And I said I was too
But really what that did
Was kill the conversation
Because you said my stories were too long
You can die boredom if you like I said
But I'm going to finish what
I was saying to you
Then you took the gun
And pointed at my head
And you said 1 and count two
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Mandy
Oh Mandy, you came and you gave me a warning
And then you did it again
Oh Mandy then you banned me
From the academy of all your lack lustre friends
Oh Mandy pour me a shandy
I'm through with whisky and rye
Oh Mandy your artless bank needs a banksy
But he's already run dry
Oh Mandy, I'm thirsty, for the first tea
of the day in a dog worn afternoon
Oh Mandy it's like stealing candy
From a baby for you
Oh Mandy you make it look so easy
Can you teach me how you do?
Oh Mandy
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
After the flood
Well I couldn't wait for the rain
And now it's so dry
I want it to start again
In a biblical manner
On the bibliotech panner
I'm sifting gold nuggets from the clutter
And the debris
It washed away all I said to you
It doesn't matter
Nothing matters
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Before the flood
I can't wait for the flood
My mind is so cluttered
Like a drainpipe that's spluttered
I'm muttering things
I can't begin or end
I need a friend or a win
But I've only got sin
And I need a purge
From God's lavatory
I need to be flushed out
Of this purgatory
It's a water closet held above my head
I know someone will pull the chain
Dead ringers in the land of the dead
We're all Zombies here
We're all walking around
Like some fungus
Has affected our brains
Oh for the rains
To wash us clean
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Unfinished Jerusalem
I'm in an un-tied kingdom
It's one step above a fiefdom
The pandemic was sunny
We all dripped honey
Of good intentions
Towards one another
Because we were all in the same situation
Let off the shackles
And we're free to the rugby tackles
We have no way to relate other than
One-upmanship
I must do better than my neighbour
We must rise above in rank
Or order
We must fit back into the class
borders
Keep the King at the top
But what you need is money
Look at these whores
Go after it
Jostling for position
But I am no better am I?
I am as greedy as the next son of a bitch
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Southern
Yes we're southern
Southern chickens
Southern humans
Southern slaves
We're not northern
No we're southern
Southern living
Southern waves
Southern people
Southern ways
Give us white bread
In the morning
Give us fried eggs
In the day
Give us white legs
Without warning
Give us brightness
Of the day
Yes, were Southern
Southern living
In the sunshine
Making hay
Come the sun down
Finds us yawning
How to rake in
What we're paid
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
time goes
I don't know where it goes
I don't how it goes
I just know the river flows
From me to you
I don't know how it grows
I don't know how it shows
I just know your garden grows
In greens and blues
I don't know where it goes
I don't know how it flows
I just know time it flies
When I'm with you
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Football season
I went to sleep in a living home
And woke up oh so dead alone
The compressors switched
And whirred around
As the confessors twitched
their words were found
All used like crisp
bags in the town
I believed housed
loved ones
But they were
lost aground
As ships the land
Had swallowed whole
Like Spring, like Summer
And my soul
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.