Some-Antics Championship Slam

 

 Our friends over at Some-Antics

have a poetry slam every month, 

and each year all of the years previous winners 

come together for the championship slam.

so on friday 19th January, the following happened.

some poetic licence may be used!

 

Friday night

crowd

murmurs. 

An echoed chorus.

A dull roar.

No empty seats.

A sea of faces, awaiting

Something quite magical.

A lyrical Masterpiece.

 

 

 

"Do we want some Poetry?"

Sammy asks,

a roar.

in agreement,

rocking the foundations.

Battle lines drawn

best lines in mind.

Books primed.

 

 

 

Thirteen

unlucky for some

but not for Some-Antics.

A perfect number.

Enter stage left a slideshow,

of perfect poetry flow.

The way tears did show

In those early words.

fearless voice breaks

through choked lumps

deep in throat.

What a start to the ride.

Poetry told from the heart.

audiences tear-oiled

eyes open wide.

As more faces flickered by

tones changed through the night.

From high hopes,

to low downcast notes.

 

 

 

We are treated next

to a short set

from the holder

of the crown,

handing over her title

to someone new.

last year's champion

Nancy Dawkins downs

her sceptre with

words of perfection.

A well-earned round

of applause from us to you.

 

Then 13 became six.

Another round of highlights

under burning stage light

but the poets showed no fright.

just hot poetic insights.

With flights of fancy

through worlds of fantasy,

to wistful stories leaving you

wishing for aching seas.

 

 

 

Rick Dove took the mic.

Took us on a ride,

no one moved,

not a sound, just all gazing

open eyed.

Brilliant.

Seriously. Brilliant

Buy his book.

 

Judgment made

another cull now only three remain.

Jae, Carolina and Ellie.

A perfect trio.

Put to the sword.

Jae with a voice

that could shock the gods,

rumbled the foundations with his words.

As the crumbling walls o LCB Depot strained

to hold on, he turned and sat down.

The walls sighed a joyous sigh

at withstanding the storm

with just a few broken tiles.

 

Ellie gave us some of her best words,

In perfect voice.

Images swirled through the air

with every lyrical slip

of wonderment

that fell from her lips.

 

Carolina brought us wit and smut,

her playful words hug the room,

to clear away any sense of doom.

Then it's over.

No more words.

It's down to the judges.

 

As the raffle throws 

sweets and booze,

Dinosaur tampons, and

Leicester knock off guess who

gifts of immense pleasure

and other random Aldi

middle aisle treasure.

 

The judgements were made

A new Some-Antics champion.

Picking apart three

and coming up with one.

The ever-brilliant Ellie

who deservedly won.

 

 

Massive well done to everyone that performed, was an epic night.

So happy for Ellie, who we will be bringing back to Get Mouthy

later in the year, always worth looking forward to! 

And s huge thank you to Sammy Nour and the Some-Antics crew, 

without you all I wouldn't be doing what I am.

Photos by Kulvir Bhambra

 

 

 

Peace, Love & Poetry

Kyle