Friday, 23 October 2026
The Demon Buzzard of the Marchy Moor
It's 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.
Saturday, 13 June 2026
Young Crow
Young crow in the chimney flying away
Come down my chimney
Fall down
Don't fall down
Come down my Chimney tonight
I know that you never intended
To spend so long trapped there
Your nest wasn't best
So it crumbled down
Who are they to say you don't belong
In this town
Oh crow, crow
Where did you go?
And how did you come to be here?
Oh crow, crow
Where did you go?
And how did you come to be here?
Well you started up on top and then you fell down
Well that is just really queer
I think you should have already left town
So how come it is you're still here?
Oh crow, crow
Where did you go?
And how did you come to be here?
Oh crow, crow
Where did you go?
And how did you come to be here?
They say a crows flies straight as arrow
and never meanders no never
Even through the gaps straight and so narrow
He flies like a bird of the feather
Oh crow, crow
Where did you go?
And how did you come to be here?
Oh crow, crow
Where did you go?
And how did you come to be here?
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.