Our roving reporter takes
a slice of time, a pie if you may,
Just a brief portion of his busy day,
placed on a plate,
a delicate bite you could say.
He had been
imagining images of fields,
bright fluorescent green
against a deep purple sky,
but his fate lay elsewhere.
So, he will take you by the hand
and lead you there,
where poetic wonderment
and excitement fill the air.
He steps out
into the freezing cold night,
and in a single bound
into a warm uber, on its way to town.
Icy tears already crystalising in his eyes.
Oh, I hope there is warmth, he sighs,
little knowing what delights
will set the stage alight
with the fire they hold inside.
Sneaking in, cleverly disguised
as a Get Mouthy advert with a beard,
he took his seat,
greeting faces smiled his way,
hugs aplenty as well,
a great start to a fantastic night
here at the Some-Antics championship slam.
The highlight of the year,
which is odd in January
but meh, what can you do,
It is here, and so am I.
A buzz excites the atoms,
a fizzle as tensions rise.
We walk past the glittery prize,
a star-shaped delight
under the dazzling lights.
Our host welcomes everyone
with the same big smile in his eyes,
tunes mixed like cocktails of musical history
by sound mixologist, Ninja Bob.
Tonight, the crowd are on seat edges,
like climbers dangling
from sheer cliff ledges,
awaiting the masterful wordplay
that is about to come their way.
We start with a full round of poets.
Each taking us into new worlds,
seen through lenses
coloured in their own unique hue,
we see views in ways
we are not used to,
we see the world
twisting another way
with each well-placed word they say.
It's a joy, it excites the mind,
it rings like song
being sung in a different world
where people are kind.
It's kind of like the future in Bill & Ted,
where their songs save humanity,
poetry has that feel.
We had all sorts,
tales of heartache,
stories of life that show
we all have things
in which we can relate.
We had playful poetry,
with terminators and time travel
being the vessel to hold
deeper meaning within.
Every poet was absolutely spot on
in delivery tone and presence.
The stage became
part of their own essence,
and we lapped it up
like dogs sipping
from an upturned cup.
As we whittled down the contestants,
the quality just shone even brighter,
each one trying harder,
offering more of their hearts
for us to devour.
And feast we did,
every word ingested
like the finest bread,
every synonym a topping
to make it all go to your head.
And as we sat stuffed full,
the winner was announced.
John Devlin, took a bow,
And I vow this will not be the last
we see of him
His words really did sing,
and his win. Very deserving.
Thank you as always to Sammy
and the Some-Antics team,
you did Leicester proud,
put on an amazing show,
inspired new words to flow,
long may it continue.
Peace, Love & Poetry
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