The wild youth:
Thump, back and forth.
Adolescent love meets an abandoned car,
the chapel to the virgin boys, who tucked
their gym socks between two scrawny tree stumps,
behind Jessop’s carnie, where the pansies thrived
and post-pubescent girls with short hair and
skimpy skirts liked to meet.
Dreams:
An acrid old man
ruined by the world, told me
‘Remember your dreams.’
As if I wake and had forgotten them,
like he did, feeble, hateful of living.
Audio: Tshaka Campbell @ Freeway Poets. The actual audio was not recorded from the night, my phone doesn‘t record too well, the audio was sourced from the net. But he did perform that poem my phone tried to capture.
I hadn’t been to Freeway Poets in a while and going back to see such talent as Tshaka Campbell and Jack Dean was a treat. Freeway Poets is a monthly event held at the Winchester Pub in Bournemouth, England. It serves two purposes 1) a platform for local and national poets, 2) for the local people to see national poets without driving to London or anywhere else.
Performance poetry should be seen as another branch of poetry. In that poetry written with the intent to be performed may not make sense to a reader just reading it. They’ll have to see it to indulge it properly or hear it from the horses mouth.
Dear religion,
My dearmeat.me submission.It is not that I don’t want to be your friend in fact my parents speak very fondly of you. But I find you too bossy, a buzz kill and all in all kind of a jerk. You would never see me come to one of your parties and tell your guests what to do, so why do it at mine? You only exist because I do and I don’t rub that in your face. Do me the courtesy of going back home and leaving my friends be – this play date is over.
Yours truly,
Life
The labeling of poetry syntax:
A study of my poetry*:
meter structure, ^stressed syllable /unstressed syllable
pronunciation; word grouping, and \
subject phrase >
An acrid old man
ruined by the world, told me
‘Remember your dreams.’
As if I wake and had forgotten them,
like he did, feeble, hateful of living.
