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John Smallshaw

Updated: Sat, 14 Jul 2012 07:32 am

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Biography

As I advance in years my hairline recedes..but not that much.I am 56 years old,one of the best performance poets I know and I tell myself that quite often.I write mainly though not solely in rhyming verse..I have been fortunate enough to meet and see lots of spoken word performers and this is really my passion.One of my first performances was in front of a radio 4 audience at Bush House(though not recorded on the radio) this gave me a thirst to perform more.Again I was fortunate to read a couple of pieces on the Arthur Smith's Balham Bash..another Radio 4 show with an audience of 1 million plus..Fame indeed..haha..In 2011 I was invited to perform at the Edinburgh Fringe which I thoroughly enjoyed and the experience taught me just how good the spoken word scene is.

Samples

Backwaters. Mist around my feet that clears as my hearts trip over another beat and the ocean rolls in. I think. Where does this ocean begin? I walk on the wet sand with a cigarette in my left hand..treading on the dead and decaying crustaceans which I pick off like scabs. If there was an immunisation for pain I'd be first in the queue. I think. Would that the sky could be ever that blue but then there'd be rain so I put that thought back into its box and I try not to think it again. The sound of a foghorn cuts loud through the low cloud which has suddenly appeared. In tiers slowly shifting,like my life they are drifting to an ultimate goal. I think. If you felt so inclined and you weren't to unkind ,you could accept the invitation to step into my mind where,amid the pitfalls and whitewalls we could walk in the dark halls where the lights have grown dim. You would be made welcome so step right on in. I think. As I sit in the fade of the outreach cafe and drink piping hot tea, what does it mean? Can I see the big picture? Can I read truth in the scriptures written so long ago In the currents I move to and fro.. ..out and in. I think. Where does this ocean begin.

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Ann Foxglove

Sat 14th Jul 2012 09:45

Hi John - welcome to WOL. Glad to see you have already put a poem on the blogs :)Hope you enjoy being a part of the site.

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