Michael Dennis 'The Black Cab Poet'

Biography

Hello, I am Michael Dennis 'The Black Cab Poet' Writing, let alone writing poetry isn't something I have always done. It has come to me later on in life. I am a London taxi driver and I write poems about life. I leave poems on the back seat of my cab for my passengers to read at their leisure. I also perform/recite my poetry at various open mic nights in and around London and the South East. MICHAEL DENNIS 'The Black Cab Poet' As featured on and the inspiration for The Janice Long Spoken Word Sessions B.B.C. Radio 2, 18/04/12. Over 40 poems read out on Steve Allen's Early Morning Breakfast Show L.B.C. 97.3FM. Featured on the BBC London News on BBC1 22/02/13 http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-london-21544889, Jeni Barnett Show B.B.C. Radio London 94.9FM 29/5/11, The Metro 06/05/08, Will Self's article in The Standard 20/05/08. The Chav Bird Song as played by David Rodigan on Kiss 100 FM, Complete and Utter Banker Song www.youtube.com/theblackcabpoet tweet@theblackcabpoet www.soundcloud.com/theblackcabpoet www.cowbird.com/theblackcabpoet THE BLACK CAB POET A Collection of Poems available at Amazon on Kindle http://t.co/ybTSB0OS theblackcabpoet@googlemail.com

Samples

GARFIELD PARK To most it's nothing special, just an ordinary park, For me and all my mates, it's where we met and had a lark. Name calling and wind-ups, in the disused tractor shed, Stumpy, Frog-Eyes, Custard, Pigeon Chest and then Square head. The weather's getting warmer, Parky fills the paddling pool. Now who's first for a dunking? Paul or Yogi as a rule. Summertime is with us, shall we have game of cricket? Use the litter bin from over there, as a makeshift wicket. Rob cycling round the playground, Percy shouts, get awf that bike. Shut up you sad old bastard, I'll ride it where I like! Drifting down the Wandle, on a polystyrene raft, Winding up the Gypsies, as they threw rocks at our craft. Fights with elderberries, on your clothes they leave a stain, Laughing at the flashers, as they go by on the train. The paedo sitting on the bench, young girls he likes to spy, He won't stay long,he'll clear off, when the insults start to fly. Five a side or three and in, kicking lumps out of Chris Perry, In the top right corner of the goal, the ball, I try to bury. Dribbling round the dog turds,onto which we'd sometimes fall, Then that poxy mutt called Coco,sinks his teeth into our ball. It's where I saw the sparkle, in my first love's big brown eyes, The summer days we'd sit and talk, my stomach butterflies. I go there now, think of the ghosts, the things I've heard them say, That place is where I made good friends, that I still have today. © 13/11/05 MICHAEL DENNIS 'The Black Cab Poet'

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