Poetry Blogs (spoken word)
Our Nation's Rock Bottom
There comes a point in a person’s life where things must change.
They have hurt themselves, and others.
They have lost everything they had.
They have even lost their way.
It’s a point,
where the failures and the terrible things of their past rise up to haunt them.
They must change or perish.
Because of what they have allowed to happen,
they find themselves in ...
Wednesday 21st October 2020 4:50 am
I was in the arctic.
Those frozen forests of Alaska.
North of Fairbanks,
in the wild Yukon.
It was night,
and the moon shown,
on the white, bright snow.
Everything had a light, blue glow.
It was cold,
minus 60 degrees,
and I prayed to God,
for a sign to go.
I needed a change,
a new life, away
to go. A way to escape,
the life I was in.
I no longer cared.
Monday 13th July 2020 6:21 pm
That scary thing won’t happen.
Reject it; stand against it.
Get in its face, like a boss.
Break its nose; then laugh at its blood.
Has the worst thing come to pass?
How many times in your life?
That anxiety demon;
kills us a thousand times, before death.
I will pray about it now.
I will believe I am safe.
I will trust that I am free
I will give love, and love some more...
Friday 10th April 2020 8:11 am
The following piece is a snippet from Buzzin Bards Manchester Poetry Anthology, submissions are still open at: https://www.localgemspoetrypress.com/buzzin-bards-poetry-anthology.html
While you’re too busy being two-faced
I’ve got one face with many layers.
Take me at face value, or take a detour,
reforged, like Ant Man upon my deep pores.
Tryna get 1UP, that’s a weak score...
Friday 2nd August 2019 11:47 am
Tell me a story
where you've been
tell me your reply
won't be so long
tell me I can't
do no wrong
paint me an ocean
pretty blue green
paint me a sky
silver grey blue
paint me a new day
yellow and red
I been waiting an waiting
a long while waiting,
and hoping you come
blue as the sky
on a summers night
midnight is the time to...
Wednesday 26th December 2018 6:29 am
I am a weaver of words. Make no mistake I said words, not wisdom.
I am a coniessuer of simulies, and synonyms.
My shelves are lined with glass beakers and tubes containing syllables, but I am no alchemist.
Make no mistake, though, I am a poet.
I will reach for the sharpest edges of your mind, and whether I come home with lifelong scars or your lifelong adoration - I don't mind.
No, I don't be...
Friday 16th March 2018 1:54 am
What We Do
Writers write and painters paint but artists don’t art
and musicians don’t mu.
Bikers bike and drivers drive, blimps go limp
but coupes don’t coup.
Coiffeurs coif, hairdressers dress hair,
but nail techs don’t nail techs (or perhaps they do).
Fighters fight, professors at times profess
but hatters don’t hat and surgeons don’t surge.
If you w...
Saturday 14th October 2017 2:53 pm
Good afternoon one and all!
I hope this isnt cheating as such, but I've just uploaded a two-part poem over on my soundcloud, these can be listened to either as a whole or as seperate tracks. Please find the link below and I hope you enjoy!
Thursday 16th June 2016 4:05 pm
Kill off the infection,
A belief against the invisible court of justice, Wherein love is no longer held libel as the greatest of every moment's existence value... The difference between intolerance compelled lethargic inaction versus the any second creeping essence affliction of the empathetic imagination engine must survive the spread of difference across our lives, Surmounting the conv...
Monday 2nd June 2014 11:48 am
Drawing worthless diction as fire,
Unqualified lucid pictures of muted clouds entitled hope, Inaudibly described via a depravity of discord, A torrential malady choir of misshapen atonement deficit cast foreseen just libel out angels, Whose eyes re filled with numb denouncement matriarchal Lilith established garden of misery over marionette's adorned with the purposeful threat of silence ...
Saturday 31st May 2014 11:05 am
Drawing worthless diction as fire,
Pictures of hope via inaudibly denouncing marionette's adorning a threat of silence augmented memory shrapnel ache crown, Unholy is the bargain of karma's fallen god betting delicate righteous amputated feeding gold hand, Wherein Avarice' nurtured greed lies unnaturally skin apparently injected confession awoken, Bruised tongue & wicked attention ...
Friday 30th May 2014 11:12 am
Achieving nectar dose of the god's lost dreams, The unfathomable infinite sandcastling cosmos, Realm of golden aptitude desire tests, Where the children of karma's eternal poverty war are forever subdued by avarice... Inside.
In earnest anticipation of,
Thursday 29th May 2014 9:32 am
Speech vomited from a hate intoxicated by an uninvited intolerance heirloom complex mouth full of razor blades, Every sky is unsheathing acid ghastly haze falling rain down upon our graceless artificially self labelled intelligent inhumane white nameless cross tattooed tongues, Empowered by whisky bottom glass dreams that appear more than obscene, Loved more than the ...
Wednesday 28th May 2014 11:09 am
Speech vomited from a hate intoxicated mouth full of razor blades, Whose tongue is white nameless cross tattooed to empower the whisky bottom glass dreams to appear more than obscene, Suicide slicing empathy's once authentic imagination equality eternal engine on behalf of avarice' reincarnated intolerance heirloom of a false Buddha's multiple profit gun arms, Margina...
Tuesday 27th May 2014 10:41 am
The memory ache music fades and the emotional context is stripped away, The choir's recital is no longer libel, Singing their eyes are filled with the equity of selfish tears, For glory's pathetic streets of fortune gold their voices aspire, Beseeching the chemical faith reaction of hope's unleashed intellectual awareness prison, Authentically resilient is the currency of our beau...
Sunday 25th May 2014 9:48 am
Being unable to participate
during the worship service
is a poor spiritual sign.
Unwillingness to offer praise,
while standing in His Presence,
shows a deficient of new wine.
For the obvious silence
reveals an apparent lack of Faith
and failure to know God's design.
A desire of heavenly passion
cannot resonate from within,
when not letting your love for Him to shine.
For the true str...
Thursday 10th April 2014 6:09 pm
In Axilfah on Thundersday we heard a sonic boom.
The rain came down but words held sway within a tight packed room.
They came from Leeds and Lancashire, from Cleckheaton and Hudd.
They raised their arms and voices too and spoke of death and blood.
And local wordsmiths said their piece. What rants and hymns we heard
when Genevieve her coven called to utter Weird Words
Friday 10th May 2013 10:48 am
Another attempt at my paternal tongue.
Un altro tentativo di mia lingua paterna.
And though I beam with pride as I'm learning.
E anche se mi fascio con orgoglio, come sto imparando.
I'm aware that translated, the metre is wrong.
Sono consapevole del fatto che tradotto, lo strumento è sbagliato.
But this language pulsates to my yearning.
Ma questo linguaggio puls...
Monday 8th April 2013 11:31 pm
enchanting armies of harmony...Phalanxes of rhythmic phoenixes.......remixing life to art art to life dark to light death to life.......music is our sanctuary music is our life to art art to life the art of life is the heart of life...... lifes A cycle like sum hyped CD or 12 inch vinyl spiral tribes thrive.........revolutionary recital....like breath music’s vital enlightened or suicida...
Saturday 23rd March 2013 3:03 pm
Team GUM are taking on the Riff Awards.
Like the Riff page here: https://www.facebook.com/RiffMediaUK
Send an email to: firstname.lastname@example.org
Put forward Kris Fogg for BEST NEWCOMER.
Put forward Ushiku Crisafulli for BEST NON MUSICAL ENTERTAINER.
You'll see us both repping Riff at RIFF SURVIVAL SUNDAY - MARCH 31st
Sunday 17th February 2013 5:24 pm
Total Art….he art...she art……soulful hearts…..open arms…….vocal craft…..motion dance…….oceans calm…………Notions of the dark….like Napoleon….blown apart……….focus sharp…..fire opal vase……..golden mask……………ghosts of ones selves past……nations reincar…..woeful gasps…emotions scarred…..ter disa………. souls un-charred……wondering star…..melodious bars……opulent spark…….associate all parts…..ahh the holy who...
Thursday 14th February 2013 2:05 pm
Pop Up Poetry at the Bar des Arts in Guildford in October succeeded in raising £70 for Oxfam through voluntary donations at what is normally a free night of poetry, songs and spoken word. We had a great time, with the Leano, Cathy Flower and Steve Pottinger adding their magic to a line up of fantastic open mic contributors, including some new faces whom we're looking forward to inviting back as...
Friday 9th November 2012 10:06 am
Take a look at the poster for our OpenMind: Slamming September event at Fuel on Monday 24th September.
Sunday 26th August 2012 8:34 pm
Captain of the Rant vs. Hair Explosion's new EP, 'Nudges, Whispers and Threats' now available for free download!
Just a quick update. Captain of the Rant and Hair Explosion have finally finished off their latest EP, 'Nudges, Whispers and Threats', and now it's available for free download from here.
Our last EP, 'No Copyright Necessary', was called a "beautiful and resonant work" by Big Wheel Magazine, and it got great responses elsewhere.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy our latest instal...
Monday 26th March 2012 5:03 pm
This is the trailer for Captain of the Rant's Basement Sedition - a series of spoken word and poetry events eevery Friday in October. The line ups are absoloutely fantastic - sixteen brilliant performances over four events in the cosy venue of the Railroad Cafe. Check it out.
Thursday 15th September 2011 9:13 am
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Friday 15th July 2011 6:11 am
I crawled from under a rock
To be here today
It seems so harsh to say
From so very far away
From my comfort zone
My rock, my home
I was only doing what you wanted
You wanted me to be seen
And not heard
You know it well enough
So it’s not so absurd
But to you it seemed
You could block me out
But every now and then
The others heard...
Friday 6th May 2011 11:47 am
Due to health issues and more it is difficult for me to travel out and about, but I make myswelf do it. Its very important t me to spread the word and let others in my position see that sometimes we can do it. 1st May I appeared at The Camden Eye. This was my forth time at this RRRants run event. Like I was saying it takes it out of me, but not enough to stop me arranging to do more, thats the ...
Tuesday 3rd May 2011 4:07 pm
‘But a man’
If it were, for only birds to see
Through skies, far and wide
Then would we not want to see
Through birds eyes?
If it were only for the horses to gallop
Distances far and wide
And only our limbs could take us there
Could we take that, in our stride?
If it were for only fish to swim
To cross oceans, rivers and waters full
And to sink to their depths of ...
Saturday 30th April 2011 1:18 pm
'She said / He said'
She mocked me
With full intent
Her tongue like a razor
To slice right through me
“This is not Poetry” she said
“It doesn’t even rhyme”
As I turned to her and said
“By your command...
But my inner self
Is not on demand
It’s not as fine
As the grains of sand
But also... not so bland”
Just like her look
She went away
Friday 29th April 2011 12:04 pm
'The Art of Being Lonely'
Loneliness is Ugly...
Loneliness is a world full of people
Yet still being alone
Loneliness is a room full of people
But never could be further away
Loneliness is finding it hard to say
“I am lonely”
Loneliness is not to be shared
Loneliness is the sharing of it...
But to still be lonely
Loneliness is in an over populated world
With lands e...
Thursday 28th April 2011 3:54 pm
Not meant to despise
Not meant to cover the lies
At one time, bringing you together
‘It would last forever’
But not in a world of abuse
Used to blame you
Ties you up in knots
Oh the pain by them
Na, na, na, na
So you don’t have the strength to...
Thursday 28th April 2011 10:52 am
They killed them.
They revived the ones they loved
And made dead ones of
Ones they didn’t even know
They mocked the mocking birds
Oh I know it sounds absurd
I thought I was ok
I’m a writer first
But they soon righted that
Lucky I’m not a poet
Poetically I’d be dead
I got this stuff in my head
Sometimes it comes out
I write a story or two
Wednesday 27th April 2011 7:27 pm
'The Unwritten Poems'
But that my pen
If I could tell it so
But twas I
Who wouldn’t let it
Oh if I could read you
All the unwritten poems
Of those other poets you know
I would have words
For every moment of the day
And no moments enough
To begin to say
What those poems...
So wanted too
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Saturday 23rd April 2011 4:11 am
The harsh beep of the alarm clock
destroys our dreams,
we force our eyes open
splitting the crust at the seams.
Rusty we stand – shaken, brave,
curing the scars and bruises
for the day and night shifts,
burying a billion excuses to call in sick
our subconscious scratching at the stitches
so carefully woven
over a thousand past li...
Wednesday 23rd February 2011 12:14 am
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Tuesday 29th June 2010 12:24 am
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