Let's Have a Poetry Slam!

[juliagoolia]

Ok, so how this works is we get a pannel of, say, 4 judges together, then anyone who wants to participate can post ONE ORIGINAL POEM. Then the judges rate the poems, and the top 5 poets get to participate in a final round to determine the winner. Any takers or volunteer judges? :)

[juliagoolia]

Come on, people! This is a chance to get your OWN poetry on the site for others to read and enjoy! ANYONE can participate.

[Virgil]

Julia, I'm not sure how it would work? One posts an original poem on any subject and the judges pick the winner? We already have a poetry contest. What would be different?

[juliagoolia]

Consider it a practice round for the site poetry contest- less formal and more easy-going. It was just an idea to get more people to put their thoughts, creativity, and opinions into writing- I'm sorry if I've annoyed anyone with this idea.

[Virgil]

Consider it a practice round for the site poetry contest- less formal and more easy-going. It was just an idea to get more people to put their thoughts, creativity, and opinions into writing- I'm sorry if I've annoyed anyone with this idea.

Oh don't feel bad. You didn't annoy anyone. Most of the poets don't seem to be around this evening. I think it's a good idea.

[Il Penseroso]

This should probably go in personal poetry, no?

[brokenheartpoet]

Crushed Soul Broken,crushed under the feet of my emotions Grieving still needed Pain deep in my being Caused from the black sheep of death Grievous, from the pain of death It didn't hit once but five times This pain comes on like a blizzard does in a snowstorm It comes in happiest of times

[vhaney]

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[Jolly McJollyso]

Poetry Slam

Yeah,
late night in a coffee shop,
broke beatniks, bereted—black-clad—
bemoaning the beauty bereft banality

that is life.

Mmm.

There they sit,
improvising their poetry.
Sometimes free verse,
sometimes the reverse.

Oh they can make up rhymes
in no time
considering themselves…sublime
as Longinus,
in his most…philosophical mind.

Mmm.

Each one a coffee shop philosopher,
bending over his mug
to recite his Locke.

Locked,

yes, in an internal struggle—
an internal and eternal struggle
against the good
and the evil
of the universe,

knowing that there is no universal,
only the difference between extremes.

Each one a junior Derrida,
Derrida lite.

The ninety-nine cent,
tic-tac calorie
chicken sandwich
of philosophy.

Perhaps with a diet coke.

And maybe fries.

What is that? A number two?

Now, each individual adheres to his school without question—
the glue of cookie cutter Cartesians,
"I think therefore I am. I think."

Slowly swallowing silver-tongued, yet soft-spoken speeches
given centuries ago
by the likes of Aristotle:
men greater than they,

these Hot-Topic philosophers are packaged
for the faux-trendy
Starbucks culture.

[jon1jt]

Consider it a practice round for the site poetry contest- less formal and more easy-going. It was just an idea to get more people to put their thoughts, creativity, and opinions into writing- I'm sorry if I've annoyed anyone with this idea.

sounds a little like rap music lyrics, eh? :D