I love the way her boots increase her rhyme.The rhythm of her smile draws from the suede,A softer line, a bluer gleam of thymeThe crushing aromatically persuades. The scarf, a flash of Gokian genius, flares.The outward-facing light delights the crowd.The trinket, primed for purpose, richly sharesA treasure that is tenderly allowed. But how does pleasing…
Every day of the BardFest 1st to 14th Feb, we are taking steps forward in new artistic ventures, seeking out good collaborations and creating a space and a platform for each other’s work. Today I’d like to feature Karolina’s new blog Beautiful Truth. She has been regularly creating a new poem each month, springing from…
Robotica was dynamite. With moletronic* grace,She far exceeded anythingConceived by the human race. She shimmered free in 40D In the planes between dimensions. She fed and fusedTeased and amusedYour higher apprehensions. Designed by generations of her cyber-kindred kind,She was a neural interfaceWithin your higher mind. A digi-spiritual uploadShe had the power to cruiseBeyond the mirage…
Those who reflect on idealisationsInspite of themselvesCommitBrutalisations But JonahConsummed in the guts of the whaleFound guts of his ownWhen spewed outSmall and pale And staggered But firmOn the ground he could feelFound GodThough in heavenOn earthIs blood real. Sarah de Nordwall April 14th 1996
Bard School Festival February 2011 : The Heart Sees! Our Bard Fest each year has been slowly growing.. It’s aim is to become a subtantial programme from 1st Feb to 14th Feb, which covers the Feast Day of the Patron Saint of Poetry, Candlemas, Our Lady of Lourdes,(Bard School Foundation Day) and of course Valentines…
All that’s wild and wonderful Is coming to me through electronic media I met you over an ISDN line having found your website on New funky poetry for the massesAnd your verses are full of the anguish of theLonging heart of IT support techies. That’s youThat’s meThat’s the boy on the CD That I play…
Part OneCitizens of the SimulacrumWhy have you deserted the Mother ship?Has she not nurtured you at her bureaucratic table?Has she not erected her seven corporate valuesAnd slaughtered the competition? Has she not called to you,The unsuccessful,To come and learn, from her, how to be winners? Citizens of the simulacrum, rejoiceYou have no longer blood in…
In order to achieve escape velocityI reduced my speed to zero. It didn’t take long;No time at allPlus 20 years of dithering about When suddenly, when I slowed downAnd all the buildings, cars and pseudo-opportunities sped upI stood still in the searing silent blurAnd all of it was gone. Miraculously fallen into sheer irrelevanceAnd all…
Milly Molly Mantra was assured of her success.To her own emerging universe she thrilled and uttered, ‘Yes!’ She knew she was a winnerShe knew she had a choiceShe knew she was a person with a real free person’s voice. And Milly Molly Mantra had two mottos that could thrillThey went ‘Each day I’m better’ and…
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