The Satellite Of Love community poem is the spot where everyone who comes to the open mic night gets a chance to write a line. Slips of paper will be on tables at the venue, just grab one and let your imagination run free. We will, by strange and alchemical processes, forge them into the community poem of the month. This poem will be presented at the next open mic session and then be posted on this page. Previous community poems can be found in the archive
The lines can be about anything and everything, however we will not publish any racist, homophobic, transphobic, sexist, misogynist or otherwise offensive content.
Community Poem October 2024
Helen Sheppard
You’d think after 30 years I would have learnt how to sleep
When candles melt, the fuck does the wax go?
Seriously where does the wax go when the candle burns? Help!
So shall I fetch you
The dog Star
He always thought the dog was his friend
Ducks and penguins aren’t always friends.
The cat was not amused
Daddy told me I should have cleaned up after that donkey crapped all over my forehead!
Later in the car dad will insist it was ketchup and I will wonder if he thinks I’m stupid.
Is anger counterproductive?
I saw a photo of this ship moored down at King’s Street today, 40 years ago. I don’t want to move that slowly.
Bro it’s only two inches, chill
I wanna get railed
I have legs and I love them
But I don’t know if I like it
I have to build a relationship but not for sex, all for your best interests
I love you but I want my nipples back
I’m in a booby prison
Even moderation is good in moderation
Life is about balance: 50% Namaste. 50% Fuck off!
It’s all about the midfield
The death of words is not a tragedy.
I’m feeling stressed my bum is itchy
Should I stop trying to make my brother turn gay?
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The trees reabsorb their chlorophyll and make autumn fire
They sang this on Glee.
Don’t let the fiery leaves fall and quietly fade without truly noticing their artwork
To Dads and Nans and Friends in ships
Your bed becomes a crucible for my dreams
The ginger beer bubbles scratch my throat, it feels almost as good as an orgasm