Chamblee54

Our story begins at the GSV gathering last fall. I read six poems in the variety show, and got a tremendous response. one two three four five six Maybe I should focus more on performance. People seem to enjoy what I do, and I am ham enough to comply.
The next step was memorizing four pieces. one two three four Memorizing turned into a mental workout. I made changes to all four, and worked like crazy to learn them. Repeat lines when working with weights. Chant when meditating, repeating the mantra at the end of each line. After a while, they were burned into my memory, as much as memory still exists here.
Little 5 Poetry Bash was the next step. I go to the place, and get some coffee A man walks in, wearing a bright red coat, with polka dot pants. This is Rosser Shymanski, formerly trailer park diva DeAundra Peek. He is the host tonight. Eventually, Manley Pointer was called to the “stage.” Only one line was flubbed. The crowd was highly appreciative.
What not to say (To A Friend With A Mental Health Problem)
i always knew you had a problem there, need to get out more its all in your mind
you’re not pushing yourself enough to care, you don’t ever know what you’re going to find
things aren’t that bad could be so much worse, but you have nothing to worry about
your own damn fault you don’t have to curse, nothing wrong with you chill the fuck out
you just have a negative attitude, sounds like you are going crazy dude
complaining all the time just grow a pair, nobody ever said that life was fair
go snap out of it i never get bored, get over yourself do you know the lord
Xchange Open Mic was the next stop. This event was a poetry slam, rather than an open mic. The two events are very different. At a slam, a panel of judges gives you a score. There are three rounds, with low scores eliminated after the first two. Whoever has the most points after round three is the winner.
Most of what you hear at a slam is anger and pain. Rhyming iambic pentameter is not a good fit. What not to say was the last piece in round one. There was polite applause. Judges gave WNTS the lowest score of anyone in round one. There was nothing else to do but write a poem about it.
Step Out Of My Comfort Zone For A Spell, Mark Another One Off The Bucket List
Memorize Piece About Living In Hell, Get Out In The World To See What I Missed
Don’t Take A Skateboard To A Gunfight Ma’am, Don’t Hail Satan At A Catholic Mass
Don’t Read Your Sonnet At A Poetry Slam, Judges Will Totally Hand You Your Ass
Another Caucasian With Attitude, Get That Rhyming Shit Out Of Here Dude
It’s Not Gonna Work Just Grow A Pair, Nobody Ever Said That Life Was Fair
You Gotta Go Out There And Take Your Shot, Some People Like It But Others Will Not