Monday, 13 August 2007

I've been Spoz-ed!

My pal and fellow PL, Birmingham’s current Poet Laureate, Giovanni ‘Spoz’ Esposito is ‘on tour’ around the libraries of North Warwickshire and Birmingham at present, delivering workshops to little darlings on their summer holidays. I went along to Coleshill library last Friday morning, to give him some moral support (not that he needed it!), to see the master at work… and er, to check what he’s up to on ‘my patch’!

I joined the ‘Mums’ sitting at the back and I think we had even more fun that the little ‘uns. We were squirted with a water pistol during a poem about.. wait for it… water, we helped out with rhymes for ‘knuckle’ and ‘collar’ when the kids got stuck (‘chuckle’, ‘honeysuckle’ and ‘holler’, but do feel free to come up with some of your own) and two of the lucky ladies were serenaded by Spoz during his poem about a schoolboy’s unrequited love. Bless.

One of the highlights of the session came courtesy of a toddler who found the button for the disabled, which opened and closed the library front door… and proceeded to press it, and press it and press it… (and was only distracted when the scissors came out).

The children drew around their hands and penned pictures of dogs (some with a little bit of help) and a poet-tree made up of their rhymes and pictures now adorns the wall of Coleshill library. But best of all, they had fun with words and they met a very funny poet. (Thank you Spoz!)

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

it's us lying here
as the old stereo trickles out
our favorite old songs
like a glacier
melting and
depositing it's reborn waters through the
ever-present riverbeds.

tide low or high,
the moon is wide and
glowing and
we watch the planets align
as the meteors and
fireworks of our feelings come
ever so slowly and delicately
hurdling towards earth.

it's us lying here
as our fingers and
hearts
are intertwined like
a tight french braid,
like a friendship bracelet you made,
like the cotton-weave sheets that we
made love under.

it's us lying here
completely still and silent
yet you could still detect movement;
in our hearts
in our minds
in our souls
in our feelings
in our dreams and
fantasies, past and present

it's us lying here
in love
as the world goes on.

Anonymous said...

"its us" rings a big bell with one I wrote - but here is another...

Improper use of this poem may seriously affect your health!

I want to die of something but the government says I can’t
I want to take a little risk but officialdom says I shan’t
Cocooned in legislation, I should live for years
This PC generation can neutralise my fears.

With Toe-Tectors and yellow hat
My vest and safety specs
I’m now equipped to face the world
At the minimum rate of risk

They’ve done a risk assessment
And covered their backsides
I’m safe to visit clients
Where their office might subside!

Hot water may be very hot
Nuts may contain, er, nuts
To save you from stupidity
We’ve got the nanny state

Don’t use your own judgement
Big Brother he knows best
You’ll be saved from life eternal
By a day glow safety vest

Don’t give Darwin a thought!

I want to die of something but the government says I can’t
I want to take a little risk but officialdom says I shan’t
Cocooned in legislation, I should live for years
This PC generation has neutralised my fears.

I’ve been granted life eternal
By a day glow safety vest!

Helen Yendall said...

Someone has left a lovely poem on my BLOG! Who, who, who? I've only ever had about 3 comments on this blog and one of them was not very nice... so, please reveal yourself, Anonymous!
And thanks for the poem!
Helen

Helen Yendall said...

Oh, another poem has appeared - this one, I know is JOHN'S! (there, I've named you!). I like it, it made me smile! But why doesn't it have a title? I like titles - they can explain a lot before you even start to read the poem!
Keep writing those poems, please people! (nice bit of alliteration there, wot?)

Anonymous said...

The title was:-
Improper use of this poem may seriously affect your health!

..but because I am not a regular blogger I hadn't a clue how to make it bold, underlined or what! Don't they always say that artists are poor technically? Or in my case ...perhaps bad at both!