Month: April 2025

Community Poem February 2025

Now you listen here, biscuit boy!
Compassion is the basis of morality.
I am a reusable cup, please return me

Floating through the dimensionless afternoon
I need to sit down. Where do the fish go at suppertime?

He was the bargain bin otter at the sperm bank,
Then his mouth dropped open and a vole popped out. 
Who is Alan, what is he for? 

Wonderings through witchcraft and struggles to remain men.
Sunsets and moonshine and hobbled, Robbled shoes. 
I left my keys on the kitchen table…

Bazinga-zinga Bazinga-zeng 
Every middle name is a character in Thomas the Tank Engine
Patchwork pattern, puzzle quilted

Life is too short to wait 10 minutes for a gin + tonic
0110001100 When you wave at the computer, your soul waves back.
There is an aging tortoise using face cream?

A line behind a line behind a line behind a line, how many words make up a line, how many letters behind one another lined up together line a line of loves.
The vivacious cat and a suitably startled rat.

Who is Alan, what is he for? 

Satellite of Love Presents: Poetry Film Night

Tuesday 20th May 2025

On board the John Sebastian Lightship

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Satellite of Love Headliners May 28th 2025

At the Loco Klub 7pm for 7.30pm start

Bridget Hart +Elena Chamberlain

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SOL Community Poem, February 2025

Catalytic Converter For Sale


Blackthorne is the Wrongbow, Thatchers rules!
One drink away from being an overly-ambitious power bottom
Yet in the tunnels of love, I will choo choo should
you need the shove.

A low January sun and everything is edged in light
head buzzing like a broken fridge
Unhand me at once you buffoon!
Somewhere a lemon is growing

I saw the cat with something
she said  paint me like one of you French girls
red-raw like the table cloths

Hand dryer eclipsing the words of the bards
mustn’t mute the muntering Munson
snog the mic so it picks you up.

Lurchers? They’re always plotting something
don’t be a hero, be a massive twat, Elon Musk salute
were I a brew crew crusty my dog upon a rope

I’d like to learn more languages
not eat your viral sandwiches.
If Welsh is the answer what is the question?
Does the Pope shit in the woods?

Mary Berry is crocheting a beanie in a sex dungeon.