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Friday, 20 December 2024
Fem ale
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Monday, 16 December 2024
Lizard Tale
To cut a long tail short
The lizard bought a new tail
In a tail sale
For her own tail went pale
And dropped off
For me it was beyond the pale
So I had some curly Kale
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Magpie versus Jay
Jay
I'm a colourful crow
I'm in the know
I'm tuned in to the wind
I'll go where it goes
You're out of range Magpie
You're Dr Strange
Your signal is on the blink
When I see you it's just static
Fuzz, white noise,
Black night, no joys
Magpie
I'm a dancing devil
You better know my name
piebald, no I'm lucky that's my fame
I'm full of joy, boy, I'm on top of the world, girl
What if I steal a little, I only borrow
That never brought so much sorrow
I've hammered my tree house up top
While you bury your Oak nuts in an antique shop
You think you're a clever fella?
Well you've been storing your acorns
In the wrong lawns, gives you false dawns
You're nothing but a squirrel with wings
And the way you scream it makes my ears ring
You like to mock, well the laughs on you
Copycat,
can't you come up with anything
More original than that?
You've got nuts on the brain
You must be a forester
Planting oak trees everywhere
You dig a hole and drop an acorn in
Then you can't remember where you've been
Spend the rest of the spring on the hunt for the thing
You could have just caught your meal instead of squirreling
Jay
Yo Magpie, you turn the day into night
Little black and white kite
Sailing against the wind
Bad Omen, makes a Sad Roman
Probably caused the fall of Rome
Blame you for all and a broken home
Flitter like the litter
Outta my sight
I ain't saluting nothing
You're like a puffin
Mouth full of silver
Always thievin
Can't trust nothing you say
You see a flash and you're away
Trying poach a gold chain
Why don't you try earning a living
Like me, I'm an honest bird
Earn an honest day's pay
Haven't you heard? Jay's a grafter
You're a grifter and a shifter
I only have to look at you
And I fall around in laughter
Magpie
You a grafter? That fills me with laughter
Especially after, I hear you chatter away
You never shut up, chump
You're in the bushes with your pals
Shooting the breeze chatting up gals
It's Jay, they say, he's not a serious bird
You lack my gravitas, you're just
a gimmick, cheap as chips, you chirp
and chat, you're like the chaff
And I'm like the grain
You'll be gone with the wind
Washed down the drain
You're only good for mopping up spills
Jay cloth, with your silly big bills
Jay
Well hey there sausage you can be my pork pie
You've come to the right meat shop
I'm the butcher with his carving knives up
Whats up? You've seen something you don't like huh?
I can cut you into rashers like a pork chop
Fry you in the pan like bacon
I aint makin some kind a joke
You gonna be smokin
Like a pig in a poke
Chokin' on your words
You silver tongue bird
Forked tongued more like, double crossing
Snake in the grass, go collect your bus pass
You're old news, I'm the new bird on the block
And it's a chopping block, I'm sharpening my knives
Magpie
Hey Jay, keep your greedy beak shut
I've got the upperhand
I'm like Big Ben, gonna give you
The golden gong
Pound your head with my song
Don't you know you better doff your cap to me
I'm the devil in disguise
You're caught between me and the deep blue sea
I'm the hard place you can't get through
You're running into hell and I'm selling you shoes
I've got your soul in my pocket too
You've been Jay-walking and I'm gonna sock it to you
I've got the policeman's punch, I'm in the black and white bunch
I'm the boys in blue and I'm coming for you
Woo, woo, calling the police
Jay
I'm the Jay dog, it doesn't take a road hog
You'll be road kill, just a meal on the bill
Come to my party, we'll be dining on you
You're gonna pay the Jay, with your pound of flesh
Magpie I'm gonna slice you up, like a pie chart fresh
Meat is the thing on the bone or tip of the wing
You can tip me too, I'll be waiting on you
So come dine in my restaurant Magpie stew's on the menu
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Saturday, 14 December 2024
A sailor's carol
The bells are ringing in the rigging
From the mast they toll
Scotty's up in the crow's nest
Christmas time's on his soul
Hanging up the bunting
Safe and warm at home
Out here a storm's a blowing
Far out to sea they roam
Christmas ghosts move the sails
Christmas memories snap the ropes
All are filled with year-end tales
Tailing off in Christmas hopes
They hope they'll make it back for Christmas
Before the loving fire's embers
Have glowed in a reddened pulp
In the heart of late December
How does your love keep burning
In the hearts of Captain and seamen
Out amongst waves outrageous
To put out the bravest lights?
Hold fast men of Truro's ageless
Sentinels of land and sea
See the burning lighthouse wageless
Fight fraught and dauntless be
Until the tide rings in the changes
And brings your boats back to me
Oh come all ye faithful sailors
Make it back to hope's town free
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Friday, 13 December 2024
Egret versus Swan
Egret:
What you want to beat your wings for you lapping labrador
You lolloping lady of lake
Gliding graceful like a rake
Sucking up all the algae
Filtering through leaf
Sifting spattering beak
Gurgling and gargling
Like a kid at MacDonald's
Really beggars belief
And you call yourself a classy bird?
The King's own bird indeed
Well I think you need a reality check
This rhein ain't your own private beach
Get on over to the other ditch
You go and swan it up with the rich
This here patch is Egret land
You slippery bacon flitch
Swan:
Well, never in my life have I heard
Such words issue from the mouth of a thief
You come over here from Africa
And think you can steal my reef
Immigration indeed, I say
Well white is right, but then I say
I'd rather have a cormorant anyday
Than this bull ass biting beast
Go and huddle with the cattle
Go on an peck up their fleas
These banks are ours I say
This ain't the Mediterranean sea
You could have landed anywhere but
You chose the Wetlands of Shapwick Heath!
Egret:
Listen here my swanee whistle
you've been blowing your hot air
If you could blow like a thorny thistle
Why don't you go blow over there?!
We Egrets have been migrating sure
From many a foreign shore before
But here we've camped, and here we've stamped
Our mark like a proud cow's hoof
Indeed if you need to hear the proof
We live in the trees see we can build nests
Hidden in the branches for we are blessed
By the Egyptian God Osiris
And it's in his footprint that we walk the Iris
You'll be flagging on the flag stones
And I'm making no bones
About it
We've got skills you can't kill
Or ever hope to match
Hopping over stepping stones
Looking for a fish to catch
If you want to lily pad
You lily livered beast
Then go along and motorhome
You know it's best at least
Swan:
I think that you should read the tome
Of bird etiquette related manual
To show you the map of your way home
That you should be able to handle
But don't come to me with your complaint
That there ain't enough room for us both
You will have to push the boat out
It's covered in your oily greasy
And slip along back to Rome
And the better fortunes find your feet
Than in this dome that is my home
My kingdom
Of Swan retreat
I'm calling up my royal friends
I've got friends in high places you know
I can get you kicked out the country
If I just wave my wings
So don't you dare, try to scare
Or insult a swan at leat
The only ones you need to phone
Are your friends on loser's street
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Tamara
D Tamara, Tamara, E she's gone away
Em I wish tomorrow D7 that she could stay
D I love ya Tamara, E I've gotta say
Em I've got love D7 to borrow
G And a bed D in the hay
D But Tamara, Tamara
E She's gone away
Em Tamara, Tamara, D I wish that you'd stay
G Tomorrow, Tomorrow D7 is a long, long way
Em To wait for Tamara D today
D Oh Tamara, oh Tamara, E she's faraway
Em She'll be gone til tomorrow
D7 Down the lonely highway
Oh Tamara, Oh Tamara, she's the one that got away
The love that we cherished
has been threshed like the hay
Well tomorrow, well tomorrow
Is just another day
Still in the hollow morrow
I'll be wishing she'd stayed
Oh Tamara, oh tamara , she's faraway
And in the light of the morrow
I'll think of promises made
Oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow
Is just another day
I'll be thinking of Tamara
like yesterday's hay
Winds a blowing, winds a blowing
And the chimes they do say
Don't you dwell on Tamara
For tomorrow is another day
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
The whale in me or Jonah the man
The whale I am
The whale
in me
I swallowed a whale
I have a big mouth
So they told me down south
And I just wail free
Oh the wail in me
Just had to come out
Oh try to be a man
But there's a whale in me
I talk then I spout
A lot of nonsense
And I'm often blowing hot air
When I walk I tend to beat my own tail
And throw my arse in the air
And when I go down
Oh when I go down
I do so without any care
For the man that I am
Aint worth a damn
But for the whale in me
They told me I was Jonah
But I'm more Jonah lomu
They said I was unlucky
To be swallowed by a whale
But it was my lucky day
My sister Joan of Ark
Was sailing up with Noah
She said Whoa!
I said Hey!
Won't you give a man a hand
Out of a dark interior
Joan of Ark
She caused a spark
To burn a fire strong
Inside the belly of the whale
Which turned to jelly
Then got a smelly pong
And the whales tongue did burn
He spat me out
And Joan rescued me from the sea
I ended on an island
Full of all the brown boys and girls
Smiling and a laughing
Look at that man with a whale
In his belly
I looked and realized the whale was now inside of me
Whereas I'd been inside of it
And now every time I spit
I spout
I've got that feeling he wants out
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.