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 2026
Please Only Talk in Short Words, I have Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliaphobia
Quack
Mushrooms
I’m not talking cocaine
but Alan wants a brand new nose
I need Mrs Butterworth to finish me off
Like a dog eared copy of Readers’ Wives, wrestled from the hedge
Don’t sit on my camera!!
Is Marius from Mars?
Is it possible to be viscerally repulsed by a number?
Indubitably.
Wish me luck I’m dating the Panopticon
Dripping, sipping put your fucking lip in
it’s not a sin to be akin to a cup overflowing
Best new power washer
White sliced. Sourdough. What’s next in bread?
A picture is worth 2000 words, thanks to inflation
I must hurry to the dog show, my corgis need
grooming ASAP!