UNBUCKLED takes place this Saturday from 3:45 p.m.-5:45 p.m. at T.U. Studios at 10943 Camarillo Street (Behind Odyssey Video) (Off Vineland) with Featured poet Cindy Weinstein.
OPEN MIC Open to Poets, Writers, Musicians, Comedians, Actors, etc.
NEW RULE: Only the first 15 people who sign-up on the list are guaranteed a spot. After that it is as time allows. Here's a sneak peak of some of the poetry.
By Radomir Luza
OFTEN
Often I wave at love
Its unbowed headAnd waving fists
Its forgiven bladesAnd unforgiven buttons
The ones it passes byAnd the onesIt never finds
I know onlyThat it is asRaw as talent
And as jubilantAs rain whenIt smiles
Often I think of loveAnd how blessed I amTo have had itAnd lost itOnly to have found it again
Often I swim in loveIts backstrokeAnd diving board
Only to find the speedTo make it to theBeginning of its face
RAINING PROMISES
In thisThe last momentOf our beginning
I find words difficultAnd last standsEven more cumbersome
My hands trembleAs crumbs fly from the table
And the daysAfter the fall
Collect like VikingsAt a christening
I say I don't want youBut I want you even more
Like Judas wanted fameAnd we all do a name
I call out for youBecause you are there
Because not touching youIs the tomb
It is like deathWithout dying
By: Beverly M. Collins
Stew
It takes all kinds to fill the world
Dash of grit here, over there...
A colorful pinch of flower.
A room of twinkling eyes
review a bewitching hour.
All for one-oh really?
Is that how the saying goes?
Plant that sign in the
center like the tip of a nose.
The old reach down
The young reach up
Some spin in the middle
reach for-they don't know what.
On the horizon,
a new day powders it's face.
Waves fond-farewell
to the night it replaced.
This thoughtful batch of words
become tangy word-stew
To stir, poke and ponder
Which parts are untrue?
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