August Virtual Open Mic - 6th August
Anonymous
paperstains said:It was a lot of fun, especially after I got past the heart racing and hand shaking lol
The two poems I read:
Destination Don't Care
View From the Passenger Seat
I really enjoyed everyone's readings. Thanks for doing these, Missy.
You did so amazingly well! So glad you read this time 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻
The two poems I read:
Destination Don't Care
View From the Passenger Seat
I really enjoyed everyone's readings. Thanks for doing these, Missy.
You did so amazingly well! So glad you read this time 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻
Anonymous
hgnichols said:So much fun tonight! I had a blast listening to some great poetry. Y’all rock.
I read:
- February 28th, 2020
- Washington, 6/1/20
- You Look So Pretty When You’re High.
Ah, so privileged to hear your poetry and your guitar too! 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻
Thanks for showing up. It was an honour and a pleasure. 😃
I read:
- February 28th, 2020
- Washington, 6/1/20
- You Look So Pretty When You’re High.
Ah, so privileged to hear your poetry and your guitar too! 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻
Thanks for showing up. It was an honour and a pleasure. 😃
Anonymous
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Penblwydd Hapus My Love & Other Things
The world will one day fade
Skies be packed away
Assembled in some other universe.
The last bell will clink off a cliff;
Chime (kneeled) knell in cup of sea.
On oak shelves
Libraries will borrow time
From a circle of trees.
In the beginning was all things wood.
It was silence, mountain rain
Siren song timbres, poetry
Which brought us here.
Point on the horizon, so distance
Fathomed unimaginable, until
The sun cut through the ocean.
We sail our ship o’er dry land.
Love wears jewels
Over its wounds
Sea is frozen
Yet we dive for diamonds.
Fading, eternal/eventide light
Where the sun finds them,
Cornered fields are alluring
As cinema aisles,
Like Hepburn -
In a silent black and white movie.
There are buried trinkets
In thickets of forests.
Shake the branches
See our names
Written on gold blade.
Painting. Adrian Henri
Skies be packed away
Assembled in some other universe.
The last bell will clink off a cliff;
Chime (kneeled) knell in cup of sea.
On oak shelves
Libraries will borrow time
From a circle of trees.
In the beginning was all things wood.
It was silence, mountain rain
Siren song timbres, poetry
Which brought us here.
Point on the horizon, so distance
Fathomed unimaginable, until
The sun cut through the ocean.
We sail our ship o’er dry land.
Love wears jewels
Over its wounds
Sea is frozen
Yet we dive for diamonds.
Fading, eternal/eventide light
Where the sun finds them,
Cornered fields are alluring
As cinema aisles,
Like Hepburn -
In a silent black and white movie.
There are buried trinkets
In thickets of forests.
Shake the branches
See our names
Written on gold blade.
Painting. Adrian Henri
Written by Strangeways_Rob
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Poems I read at the open mic:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/373043-for-ethan/
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/275284-dearest-little-bobby/
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/373043-for-ethan/
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/275284-dearest-little-bobby/
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I read:
Book Man
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/387024-book-man/
Desert Dragon
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/386913-desert-dragon/
Why do I judge my day by how much I have “accomplished?”
When I get to where I can enjoy just lying on the rug picking up lint balls I will no longer be too ambitious.
I’m holding this cat in my arms so it can sleep, and what more is there.
- excerpt from Notes To Myself- My Struggle To Become A Person by Hugh Prather
Book Man
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/387024-book-man/
Desert Dragon
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/386913-desert-dragon/
Why do I judge my day by how much I have “accomplished?”
When I get to where I can enjoy just lying on the rug picking up lint balls I will no longer be too ambitious.
I’m holding this cat in my arms so it can sleep, and what more is there.
- excerpt from Notes To Myself- My Struggle To Become A Person by Hugh Prather
Anonymous
_boybrains said:Thank you for hosting an awesome mic night vitsa 🤘🏻🎙
It was wonderful to hear everybody read their own
poetry tonight and to hear voices I haven't heard reading words out loud before 😎
I read:
Masculine - Narriyah Waheed
A bible about binding - Myself
Awesome choices! Glad to have you on board
nikkimoe said:I suck. London time, I didn't think about that. Sorry, I was looking forward to lurking.
Whoops!
Hopefully next time! 🤞🏻
paperstains said:
Thank you. I'm glad I managed through my minor heart attack. Everyone was so lovely to me after.
This is so lovely to hear that you felt welcome You smashed it out of the park, lady!
DanielChristensen said:Poems I read at the open mic:
Wonderful choices! And thank you to Strangeways_Rob and to Gahddess for your permission to have your poems be shared. I thoroughly enjoyed listening to them
Kinkpoet said:I read:
Book Man
Desert Dragon
Why do I judge my day by how much I have “accomplished?”
When I get to where I can enjoy just lying on the rug picking up lint balls I will no longer be too ambitious.
I’m holding this cat in my arms so it can sleep, and what more is there.
- excerpt from Notes To Myself- My Struggle To Become A Person by Hugh Prather
So glad to hear you last night! The reading was splendiferous
It was wonderful to hear everybody read their own
poetry tonight and to hear voices I haven't heard reading words out loud before 😎
I read:
Masculine - Narriyah Waheed
A bible about binding - Myself
Awesome choices! Glad to have you on board
nikkimoe said:I suck. London time, I didn't think about that. Sorry, I was looking forward to lurking.
Whoops!
Hopefully next time! 🤞🏻 paperstains said:
Thank you. I'm glad I managed through my minor heart attack. Everyone was so lovely to me after.
This is so lovely to hear that you felt welcome
You smashed it out of the park, lady! DanielChristensen said:Poems I read at the open mic:
Wonderful choices! And thank you to Strangeways_Rob and to Gahddess for your permission to have your poems be shared. I thoroughly enjoyed listening to them
Kinkpoet said:I read:
Book Man
Desert Dragon
Why do I judge my day by how much I have “accomplished?”
When I get to where I can enjoy just lying on the rug picking up lint balls I will no longer be too ambitious.
I’m holding this cat in my arms so it can sleep, and what more is there.
- excerpt from Notes To Myself- My Struggle To Become A Person by Hugh Prather
So glad to hear you last night! The reading was splendiferous
Crazontheinside said:Do you only read, famous and other poets not your own? And how does the set up work if you read? That I would need I mean?
You can read your own writings, other DUP poets’ writings with their permission, or other writers if you credit them. Some people just lurk for awhile until they feel comfortable enough to read.
You can read your own writings, other DUP poets’ writings with their permission, or other writers if you credit them. Some people just lurk for awhile until they feel comfortable enough to read.
