Some-Antics Championship Slam

 

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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