My definition in rhyme.
I write rhyme
Because, I like rhyme.
I like rhyme
Because sometimes, rhyme rights me.
Sometimes, me, I fight rhymes,
Sometimes, rhyme fights for me.
But I never bite rhymes,
Because I likes mines.
See they mine my mind so deep
That even I don’t know what they’ll find.
If this was cranial surgery, my loved ones would weep,...
Wednesday 29th December 2010 11:21 am
A poet is just a maker of connections.
You can’t think without connecting concepts,
Or speak without synergising sounds,
You cannot write without linking letters, verbs, adjectives and nouns.
To perform requires an audience,
Reflections are simply waves in thought or light.
You can only describe any one thing based on sensory references coloured by personal i...
Wednesday 29th December 2010 11:16 am
The poetry, like beauty, is in the poet's eyes,
The art is in distilling it in a lyrical guise.
Taking the truth of a transient vision that is distinctly personal,
To weave words into an immortal form, transcendent and universal.
Wednesday 29th December 2010 11:13 am
Cry we all toward places unnamed
Rise above the crested hills
Yell we will - shattering door frames
Plundering thoughts of plovered wills
Tear at the wallpaper - reveal the grain
Ink the slate - etched by wound-dipped quills
Crouch, prowl - ready to pounce on game
Brandishing swords, blaring trumpets shrill
Arching backs, phosphorescent wicks ...
Sunday 19th December 2010 2:32 pm
DON'T GO OUTSIDE
Because there's kids
all scissorheads, blade-eyes,
and skin impervious to your reasonable begging
as they wave the pre-cutting knife
in a goodbye to your drained face.
They're behind every corner,
in every shop,
unstamped shouting on every high street.
And there's concrete abode blocks
hammering your daymare...
Friday 19th November 2010 4:17 pm
Win for spoken word fans!
Here's the preview sample of Captain of the Rant vs. Hair Explosion's high anticipated forthcoming EP, 'Nudges Whispers and Threats'... the last EP, 'No Copyright Necessary', was called "a beautiful and resonant work" by Big Wheel Online Fanzine, and Attila the Stockbroker said he was "very impressed". High praise indeed!
Just follow this link: http://captainof...
Tuesday 16th November 2010 12:19 pm
Hello Stirred relaunches at the lovely Sandbar on this Monday 1st November!
A night celebrating the work of current and forgotten female writers, open mic (men allowed if they read a female poet's poem too) female and male guest slots, unfabulous priz...
Friday 29th October 2010 6:43 pm
Thursday 27th May 2010 4:00 pm
A Black cat is just deciding whether to cross my path
A fairy just sprayed me with fairy dust just for a laugh
Stupid cupid just shot me in the bum and I have fallen in love with a tree!
And a dog just peed on me and the tree as well.
I went to my friend’s house and their kids put my new shoes on the table
I touched wood to break the curse but I wasn’t able
Wednesday 14th April 2010 8:25 am
It is something that I have been doing now for the best part of 2 years.
At least twice a month an envelope arrives on my doormat addressed to my pseudonym. Right at the moment I see the envelope I find more and more I am breathing a huge sigh (although not of relief). Contained within the unassuming brown packaging could be anything. Of late the contents of these envelopes has tended...
Tuesday 13th April 2010 5:41 pm
I will not ask your name
in case it becomes my new lullaby
turned over and over again.
I will not kiss you first
in case pecked it remains with me
a silent signature of your lips.
I will not dance with you
in case the drink blurs your face into my dreams,
watching between Love and Like.
I will not tell you my hopes
Sunday 4th April 2010 12:03 pm
Jazz Poetry Nights at Pangea Project, Stoke Newington, London.
Opposite Morrisons, ST PATRICK'S DAY, 17th March....
1-Jonny Virgo: Hip hop artist- promoting his new CD
2-Ira Menin: Italian R & B and jazz singer (pictured right)
3-Brother Niyi: Afro Beat poet and percussionist
4-Ogmios- Local Stoke Newington hip hop poet
5-Tunes Under Fire- Free jazz guitar and sax...
Saturday 27th February 2010 11:52 pm
He lights his cigarette, I prepare to share it,
just so his lungs could see less tar.
He’s in a reflective mood; I can tell by the way
the flame emerged from his lighter
red and tenderly squirmed like a worm in a furnace.
He holds my gaze as the flame faints back in its tank
drags on the cigarette, slowly tilts his head back.
I ever tell you the story about the mang...
Wednesday 24th February 2010 9:08 am
world summit to bring you weapons
a big fan not just of peace
these women never die grubby
once upon a future true heroes
finding joy in the gathering
curious love splash
blood and conservation make a bright ballet
seasonal monotone delights
poetic train giving tourists new voice
hand in hand a biting of words
This piece is from the 'shreadline' series. Headlines f...
Thursday 14th January 2010 8:45 am
There is calmness
Like a Buddhist prayer
On the road
When it snows
And cars are afraid
To come down it.
There is softness
In the trees rustling
When the wind
Shakes it off
Which reminded me
Of my father
When he used
To shake off his boots
Before he stepped back inside
The front path.
And as it gets so...
Monday 11th January 2010 1:57 pm