My definition in rhyme.

I write rhyme

Because, I like rhyme.

I like rhyme

Because sometimes, rhyme rights me.

Sometimes, me, I fight rhymes,

Sometimes, rhyme fights for me.

But I never bite rhymes,

Because I likes mines.

See they mine my mind so deep

That even I don’t know what they’ll find.

If this was cranial surgery, my loved ones would weep,

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A poet is just a maker of connections.

You can’t think without connecting concepts,

Or speak without synergising sounds,

You cannot write without linking letters, verbs, adjectives and nouns.

To perform requires an audience,

Reflections are simply waves in thought or light.

You can only describe any one thing based on sensory references coloured by personal i...

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The poetry, like beauty, is in the poet's eyes,

The art is in distilling it in a lyrical guise.

Taking the truth of a transient vision that is distinctly personal,

To weave words into an immortal form, transcendent and universal.

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Cry we all toward places unnamed

Rise above the crested hills

Yell we will - shattering door frames

Plundering thoughts of plovered wills

Tear at the wallpaper - reveal the grain

Ink the slate - etched by wound-dipped quills

Crouch, prowl - ready to pounce on game

Brandishing swords, blaring trumpets shrill

Arching backs, phosphorescent wicks ...

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DON'T GO OUTSIDE

Because there's kids

all scissorheads, blade-eyes,

machete hoods

and skin impervious to your reasonable begging

as they wave the pre-cutting knife

in a goodbye to your drained face.

They're behind every corner,

in every shop,

unstamped shouting on every high street.

And there's concrete abode blocks

hammering your daymare...

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Win for spoken word fans!

Here's the preview sample of Captain of the Rant vs. Hair Explosion's high anticipated forthcoming EP, 'Nudges Whispers and Threats'... the last EP, 'No Copyright Necessary', was called "a beautiful and resonant work" by Big Wheel Online Fanzine, and Attila the Stockbroker said he was "very impressed". High praise indeed!

Just follow this link: http://captainof...

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Hello Stirred relaunches at the lovely Sandbar on this Monday 1st November!

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This is a series of Q&A with some poets I've met across the world.

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Enjoy! :-)

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A  Black cat is just deciding whether to cross my path

A fairy just sprayed me with fairy dust just for a laugh

Stupid cupid just shot me in the bum and I have fallen in love with a tree!

And a dog just peed on me and the tree as well.

I went to my friend’s house and their kids put my new shoes on the table

I touched wood to break the curse but I wasn’t able

I thou...

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It is something that I have been doing now for the best part of 2 years.

At least twice a month an envelope arrives on my doormat addressed to my pseudonym. Right at the moment I see the envelope I find more and more I am breathing a huge sigh (although not of relief). Contained within the unassuming brown packaging could be anything. Of late the contents of these envelopes has tended...

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One,

I will not ask your name
in case it becomes my new lullaby
turned over and over again.

Two,

I will not kiss you first
in case pecked it remains with me
a silent signature of your lips.

Three,

I will not dance with you
in case the drink blurs your face into my dreams,
watching between Love and Like.

Four, 

I will not tell you my hopes
in case...

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 Jazz Poetry Nights at Pangea Project, Stoke Newington, London.

Opposite Morrisons, ST PATRICK'S DAY, 17th March....

1-Jonny Virgo: Hip hop artist- promoting his new CD

2-Ira Menin: Italian R & B and jazz singer (pictured right)

3-Brother Niyi: Afro Beat poet and percussionist

4-Ogmios- Local Stoke Newington hip hop poet

5-Tunes Under Fire- Free jazz guitar and sax...

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He lights his cigarette, I prepare to share it,

just so his lungs could see less tar. 

He’s in a reflective mood; I can tell by the way
the flame emerged from his lighter
red and tenderly squirmed like a worm in a furnace.

He holds my gaze as the flame faints back in its tank
drags on the cigarette, slowly tilts his head back. 

I ever tell you the story about the mang...

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world summit to bring you weapons
a big fan not just of peace
these women never die grubby
once upon a future true heroes
finding joy in the gathering
curious love splash
blood and conservation make a bright ballet
seasonal monotone delights
poetic train giving tourists new voice
hand in hand a biting of words

This piece is from the 'shreadline' series. Headlines f...

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There is calmness

Like a Buddhist prayer

On the road

When it snows

And cars are afraid

To come down it.

There is softness

In the trees rustling

When the wind

Shakes it off

Which reminded me

Of my father

When he used

To shake off his boots

Before he stepped back inside

After gritting

The front path.

And as it gets so...

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