Adorned ceiling hops, rain down on me,
as a guy tunes his guitar, in drop D,
so let these tunes and ales; congeal,
to make our escape, to make us feel,
it doesn’t really matter, of their skill,
each and every turn, is a thrill,
be it overplayed cover, or original,
they’re played with heart, so amiable,
thus, community’s reborn, in a pub,
tearing away differences, a good snub,
to those frivolities, that make a mess,
what’s that? Dear Andy’s next,
playing with his customary slide,
of which, when listened, you can confide,
in Steph, Stu, or whoever plays,
that keeps life’s stresses at bay,
for doors, via choices, that are locked,
surely with solace, can be unblocked,
so be still, enjoy, and do not envy,
on the night, that offers, a mic for many.
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Given the rather dank political and economic clime in the UK; and around the world, and also the obvious scab of that of the continuous warring from a certain cliché despot, I thought I would write a soothing piece, a homage to the “Open Mic Night” an occasion, where a community can enjoy themselves in peace, without unnecessary judgment. I hope that you enjoy the poem, and as always please stay safe everyone.
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
Great words and thoughts Ben, I haven't had the opportunity to go to many Open Mic Nights but I have enjoyed them very much.
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy, and I really do hope, that you get the opportunity very soon, to both listen and to play once more.
I hope that all is well.
What a terrible contrast - our dear departed Queen, and a monster still living.
There's an Open Mic Night but folk are allowed to boo the poets if they don't like them. Bit risky for poets. If they boo me, I will sing the poem and torture them! heehee.
Thanks for the read orchidee, and yeah I do agree with your comment upon "monsters" still living, whereas the wholesome is departed.
However, we've got to keep strong, and be true to ourselves, and that goes for the open mic nights as well, though there be hecklers, we should stand loud and proud, to be counted, to say our piece via our peace.
They're probably heckling due to, too many mild ales, and when it comes to torture, perhaps a simple exercise in manners, in order to listen, may be too much for a person who refuses to, or cannot understand bless them, hahaha!
Continue to sing loud, and I hope that all is well.
Erm, dunno about torture, but I could have nodded off at one Poets Group, with their themes - zzzzzzzzzzz.
- and mumblings often. I was not much better with my mumbling either. Doh!
A sort of torture: 'Does anyone want read another of their poems?' There he/she was again, that poet, with an interminably long waffle! lol.
Wow. Well written piece. Thoroughly enjoyed.
Thank you for the read and for favouriting this poem Eugene, it's very much appreciated, and I'm glad that you enjoyed it.
I hope that all is well.
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