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 June 2025
Proper Silly Bollocks
My whole existence is flawed
Dreams are shit mate! (whilst squatting)
Memory remembers to forget what it knew
I’ve been learning to swim on Duolingo
I like a man with appropriate legs
I watched a woman on the bus finish reading, then fold up her book in bubblewrap
I keep manifesting my cat can talk
I’m late diagnose awesome (spin around)
But first, I need a wee
It wasn’t clear if I followed through
luckily, we don’t have a blame culture
They scraped me off the pavement and put the finest dancing shoes on me
Hey now, you’re an all star, get your game on, go play
Ra ra ah-ah-ah, ram-ah, ra-ah-ah, gaga oo-la-la, want your bad romance
I’m chopping carrots in the kitchen
Thinking about the small tragedy of the wrong-flavoured icecream
Imagining playing cluedo, but all the murder weapons are seashells
What would nanny plum do?
Don’t compromise when you can be comfortable, she’d say
the black mould on your rented bedroom wall whispers and sings you lullabies of decay
Oh, to be a dog with it’s head out the car window
Oh, how much of something do you read before it becomes a collection?
Oh, I birthed my orange cat
Oh, how I love my cat lalalalala ok ok ok ok ok
Oh, if you pass me the crisps, you won’t get a kiss
Oh, this is proper silly bollocks.