How time flies so quickly,
it seems like only yesterday.
I was unprepared.
That darkened room atop the stairs
A cavern of poetry.
There was no preparation.
This was a life change
like none I’d been through.
A lightning strike cutting the grim sky in two.
What had gone before - now just words
left on the cutting room floor.
Beyond that door
100 things to be thankful for.
I entered in trepidation.
I remember the faces as they
blink like scrapbook pages
across my eyes,
Names scrawled,
handwritten flickers across my memory clouds.
But the words rang loud,
they hit me in the guts.
I was down they lifted me up.
They shone
100 times brighter than
the power of the sun.
The people downstairs
sat nursing beers,
completely unaware
of the world of words
that was forming up here.
I remember when it was just a baby,
there were roots growing in the floorboards.
A sapling starting to sprout
letting its leaves touch the air.
Friendship trees that would last 100 eternities.
And the shy poet found his feet.
The voices starting to shout.
Filming those first stumbled steps.
I felt alive.
Time ebbed and flowed.
On the move to the board gaming cafe
All new scenery, but the magic still glowed.
The words never ceased, they increased,
describing in beauty every roll of the dice of life,
every devised storyline in the tabletop game of time.
Each beautiful line spoken
in sublime rhythm from
the lips of poets in their prime.
and then it was cut down .
Doors locked shut.
Covid was in town.
and we were at home.
Everything sucked.
But nothing could stop the flood
The words had to be,
online we created a buzz.
A show every month,
me cramped in front
of video editing software.
No idea what I’m doing,
but also, no fear.
Laughs and tears as
poetry slipped in between
sketches and quips,
We kept the shows coming
in the year that wasn’t here.
100 reasons to clap and cheer.
We re-emerged,
like bears from hibernation.
The world had changed
but our words brimmed
over the edges of pages.
We found new stages
First LCB depot
and now Phoenix arts.
Poems sprung forth
from hearts abloom.
Friendships blossomed
in a field of verses.
DJ Ninja Bob holds down the tunes.
Sammy booms into the mic
a sacraficial poem for the baying crowd
to open up the night.
Before we laugh and cry, smile at life,
love a bit deeper than ever before,
and the audience no longer
merely claps and cheers.
Now they roar.
And even in my saddest days
You give me 100 reasons to be happy.
Some Antics
The place that helped create me.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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