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 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?