Finally back on Manx soil (after what feels like far more travelling than I signed up for!), one bag down – but hopefully soon to be reunited with me.
Although I am now home I definitely want to continue to share the writers’ poems with you, so will keep posting them. I will also do a round up post over the coming days to discuss how I feel the trip went.
Here is some work by a fantastic writer called Anthony (from the poetry slam). If you would be interested in corresponding with him, or any of the other writers about their work then please get in touch and I can pass on details.
Nature pt. 1
All night in moon light
Flowers sleep awaiting day
To wake up and smile…
Nature pt. 2
Humming birds dance light
For smiles filled with nectar
Drunk from sweet delight.
Pressed suits with clean ties,
Rush hour traffic came to work,
1st line ends with a famous person, like Lebron James
2nd line rhymes with the 1st, just the same.
Lines 3and 4 always ryme kind of clever
Cleroew with a clear view, equals lines together.
It’s not my choice to live this way, each moment raw to the prodigious need to announce itself – Stephnanie Lennon
Barren wastelands and wandering dreams
Wishing to be great, as a child, it seems
Then one day, a man came along in a robe
Who became my master, and gave me real hope
Who travelled distant worlds, and I trained for so long
Cause’ my master said within me, the force is strong.
A boy to a man, ways of the Jedi embraced
Fell in love with a queen, with a beautiful face
Trouble came swift from foes that emerged
From stars far away, dark forces converged,
Fighting with sabres for freedom and life
While fighting conflictions inside that still hide
Then while giving birth my queen had died
So I gave in full force to the dark side
Who am I?
Thoughts of all the dreams that I left behind
Always catches up to me in full force
Chasing me down as I run out of time
Way faster than powerful cars full of horse.
Love or Hate
What is love anyway? Does anybody love anybody anyway?
Or does everybody hate everyone equal?
The same way I hate rain fall with the sky grey
Or how they ruin a good movie with a shitty sequel.
What is hate anyway? Does anybody hate anybody anyway?
Or does everybody love everyone the same?
The same way I love with my heart on my sleeve
Or droppin’ 40 points with a win in a hoop game,
What an adrenaline rush, which I love, I am he.
But what is love anyway? Does anybody love anybody anyway?
Or is it equal hate?
See, the verbal punch I made dropped incomprehensible assigned presentation.
The analytical structural dynamics was clear and concise.
Embellish the definition in the dictionary.
Public speaking was unfortunate for a couple reasons.
First, our self-concious.
Second, communications was gorgeous.
My shotgun tongue-tied communicating rippled.
Through with riveting structures of focused themes.
In performance I desire productions taught through theatre
With expanded dreams.
We all declare material poetry,
I pursue useful vocation about uncertain
Futures where poetry pounds,
There’s nothing in it?
Poetry was right-and wrong.
Nothing can be very nearly the everything.
Disowned interest, I had none.
A prodigal, I had to adopt my own antecedents.
In quest they survived, obscure, and technical.
They finally worked,
Now scattered, like poets imagined.
These poor poets live, forever servants of the servants,
From the word of publishing.