Coming up

 

It seems like quite some time

has passed

Since we met

in that basement sat

listening to poetry that

warmed our hearts.

It feels like forever since we last collected

In that hall of words, that temple of rhyme

Where souls connected.

I'm starting to lose track of time,

Was it weeks, months, years?

 

Beyond my tears

my eyes reminisce

Back to when those

words kissed delicate ears.

It seems like a lifetime ago,

Eternity has wallowed alone

and even she has flown,

A bird of prey searching

Elsewhere for a stone

To perch and listen

to the universal wordplay.

 

But fear thee not!

We are going to be back soon,

as sure as the moon sits in the sky,

As sure as staring at the sun

will really fucking hurt your eyes.

We will be back. As Arnie said,

So, terminate any bad

thoughts that are running mad

through your head,

the wait will be worth it,

you will be glad.

 

It will be our 1-year anniversary

Where we will be welcoming back

the amazing Cathi Rae, who has a couple

of brilliant collections recently released,

which I'm sure she will be selling

(Buy, buy, buy and please

support all of the

wonderful poets that put

their hearts on the page)

 

Before our show on August 12th,

Get yourself

To literati arts at ole moses cabin.

July 16th

Where Aflo the poet will be feature

to Some-Antics new home

at the phoenix on Friday 19th July,

Where it will rise again from the ashes.

With the absolutely stunningly brilliant

Ellie Spirrett making the first of a few returns

to our wonderful poetry nights. Super excited!

 

Peace, Love & Poetry

Kyle

Get Mouthy 12

 

 Get Mouthy 12

 

There was a buzz,

a hive of activity

thriving in the bar.

Will someone get the bee rs in

I hear shouted,

buzz off, the reply.

None of this happened.

I may have been

in a 'deep heat' high.

Shoulder, back, arm pain

bringing wincing tears

to my eyes,

but ever the professional

I keep going.

 

When I say

I keep going

I clearly mean

handing over all duties

to our poetry queen.

I was a mere court jester

to proceedings.

The crown only fit

for one head,

I had one of those

hats with the

dangling balls instead!

 

So, as I floated on

a menthol-based cloud,

apologising loudly

to everyone around

for the scent that lingered

through the crowd.

We travelled down

to our basement, deep underground.

Through the overgrown

forest of red brick trees,

plastered with leaves

showing other nights

put on by our

fantastic venue.

We ventured

into that cavern

of light and sound.

 

I looked down

upon the crowd

all gasping for breath,

choking on menthol fumes

as I floated

somewhere overhead.

Like a wandering lonely cloud...

that's what I'm supposed

to be doing,

talking about poetry!

I knew it would

come to me eventually.

 

We had a lot of new faces,

welcomed a lot of new

members into our little

(actually, quite large) family.

Voices that really touched the heart.

Brought tears to even the driest of eyes,

Made us smile, and laugh,

showed absolute perfection

in their craft.

 

The words floated through the air,

fruit that could be plucked with care,

taken home locked in your heart,

to keep, grow and share.

Across the ground, seeds

of poetry were sown,

to be nurtured watered and grown,

so that when we return

a forest of poetrees will have grown.

So, to everyone that performed

in the open mic, a huge thank you.

This night is all about you.

Me and Carolina just give you

the space to bring your magic.

And talking of magic.

Kamisha. Wow.

A brilliant headline set

with a blend of singing and poetry,

which grabbed you by the wrist

and took you with it on a journey.

 

I always walk away so proud.

last night though, sat upon

my floating cloud

I was beaming.

The talent on display

was gleaming

like the diamonds

in the queens crown.

My jesters hat cast aside,

and hopefully by next month

I'll feel more human.

 

 

Peace, Love & Poetry.

Kyle