Transforming Poetry is a society of poets who read monthly at the Inkwell Arts Center, it includes regular local poets & guest poets, this last performance took place on the 30th of April 2016. Here Mike Baynham reads first from his original written in Spanish & then it’s original in English Cavafy when Old.
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Owen Turner Read with Transforming with Poetry at Inkwell Arts. Leeds UK
Transforming Poetry is a society of poets who read monthly at the Inkwell Arts Center, it includes regular local poets & guest poets, this last performance took place on the 30th of April 2016. Here Owen Turner reads 3 short witty poems.
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At the Fountain Park | Poem by Alvin Knox
At the Fountain Park
Today, children—younger, older,
black, white, and shades between—
run through the spray and spouting jets,
an impromptu game of tag with each other
and the randomly shifting streams.
They have tossed their shoes
around the fountain’s base to form
makeshift garlands of green, yellow,
red and blue. The fountain likes this.
Today, the central, vertical stream rises
one inch higher than its typical fourteen feet.
I have read the plaque on the fountain’s base.
The children, some in swimsuits, some
in clothes their parents forgot would get wet,
cavort in rings around the fountain, laughing,
except for one little girl who has stopped dead,
silent, gazing into the sky, into the invisible.
Today, she is the chosen one, the magic one
in the perfect place to see the fountain play with the sun.
© 2016 Alvin Knox All Rights Reserved
Addiction | Poem by Kudzai Mahwite
Addiction
Oh damn the urge,
That fucking deadly surge,
Body’s ineluctable self-purge.
Every cell within me craves,
I’m one of its petty slaves.
I want to doubt; I want to reject.
Yet my mind lacketh the clout,
I am but a subject.
Oh the fleeting ecstasy,
The indescribable bliss.
Does ever shorten life’s lease.
We all feign attempts to absolve,
In truth we really lack the resolve.
Just momentarily veiled: never solved.
The desire is just too strong
Kudzai Mahwite is a young Zimbabwean poet inspired greatly by the works and life of William Shakespeare. He is an Economics student and as part of his studies runs a small-time blog on the African Economy. Kudzai is also a Sportswriter with Football.co.uk.You can follow him on Twitter @sir_tos.
Surely There Are Stars Enough | Poem by Alvin Knox
It is time to reconfigure the constellations.
New stars blaze into existence, old stars
are pried from behind curtains of interstellar dust.
Surely, there are stars enough
for every god of men.
Disregard the fact that a rainbow
is only a lens of water. Throw out Lacaille.
Appropriate his rhomboidal net, his square,
his table, his furnace—
and build in my heaven a myth of the world
that allows the blade of an iris
to become invisible.
Star maps locate our sun
near the edge of the milky way,
but man is still at the center
of the known universe.
Alvin Knox is a Lecturer of English at Middle Tennessee State University (MTSU)
He studied Poetry/Creative Writing at Vermont College of Fine Arts