20 Poets Deep On Open Mic Night

We were 20 deep
In the pit
Venue changed
A bit
But nevertheless
We were all
Still Tatter and Covered
In life's cafe
We all had something
To say
Jennesis spent time
Jiggling keys
Searching for locks
While at the same
Time hoping the balls
In her Circus don't drop
Another came from
The forest a young
Tree that showed us
There is beauty still
As she showed us
Her skill and we knew
As she grew before our eyes
We realized that the wood
Was good as she stood
Courageously
Showing the red hues
The imbued her
Mahogany youth

Iris Windex-ed our
Contaminated lenses
Until our conscience
Was balanced against
Streams of consciousness
As she bathed all of us
In Holocaust truths that
We dare not refute because
It was, it is, and always
Will be the truth
Her truth had an impact
On me
Being a descendant
Of American Slavery
Yet, my people still
Behave like slaves
Yet with regret they
Choose to forget
Cause now the plantation
Is called the internet

Another man took us
To Japan via West Virginia
Searching for that elusive
Ninja
As Mr. Charles stood up
And displayed his wares
Without a care as he
Bared his soul with nothing
To hold paperless he
Took us there

We mourned deaths
From New Mexico
We were made to
Understand
That God had a master
Plan
While Katin ebbs and
Flows flowed letting
Everyone know

That he was the
Lyrical master
His muse is what
I am after

With her beautiful
Pink hair
Her pain and
Despair 

Was in full view 

We knew that
Her Baby Brother
Was going to
Take us all there

Then there was the
Man from New York City
Who showed the truth
No pity
A Yale play wright
That shined so bright

Others told stories
From their seven year old
Journeys with rocks
Others made choices
By lending their voices
And gave life and credit
To author's work
As they read it
Words worthy of a good read
While some felt the need
To read what they
Had from iPads while Iphones
Old flip phones set the tone
As these new forms of technology
Are helping to advance poetry

Then there's me
With my Vaginal truths
And Monologues for Fools
Creating
Different rules
for poetry

So
At our best
or even at
Our worst
We all still hunger
And thirst
As we put our flows
First
Standing in the
Pit
We talk much s**t
20 deep in life's
Cafe
We all have something
Relevant to say

Reviews

[Jennesis]

This was fantastic. I don't know if it was because I was there and experienced all these amazing poets. But you did a nice job recapping it. I hope you do this at the next open mic

[Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey]

Consider it done...