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 2024
If They Hadn’t Written This Would You Have?
(Shouted) Derek! They’ve stolen the geraniums again
that’s the biggest I’ve ever seen
You’ve snatched the world up of precious solitude which you have been craving for so long and realised it was in fact loneliness
A life of collaborative A Level anxiety
Isn’t it rude to leave at the interval after you’ve read every fucking time
leaving behind nothing but the faint whiff of an old fart?
Liberation for Palestine is liberation for us all. Ask yourself what you are doing at this moment
If I hadn’t written this would have you?
I spent the day horizontal in the park
Please improvise this line and don’t just read out this
To be cringe is to be free, apart from if you’re me right now in this exact situation
There is nothing so bloody wonderful as genuine warmth and encouragement, and there is so much love here
Rim Tim Tag I dim
But to see you again would destroy the memory
Marz
Quotes on T-shirts quotes on pants
sobriety
That fucking dog ate my sandwich
Alice, Alice who the fuck is Alice!?
Don’t use your phone on the facking stairs, if you fall no one cares
A model posed in hippopotamus jaws
Joyride doughnuts of gold on a swashbuckling penis
Wallow though the pouring of the puddle of you sweetening heart
The badgers and the pigeons and the meat monkeys
Crashing and calling, cowering and crawling
Not three poems!!!
Networking with the Raven, the community grows
A wet Rishi Sunak calls an election
The RCP or is it the RCG (revolutionary communist something or other) is back, making hay as the shit hits the fan. I guess they never quite go away altogether, anyway.
Misogynist artist
Bristol takes the ‘b’ out of boredom.