Register | Lost password?
Mesmerization (another old slam piece)
May 24, 2013
7:49 pm

Points: 12077
Thanked 228 times

Words of wonder

Engage our eyes

Keep us mesmerized

And stick in our heads like wet cement

There are days I’d like to wipe clean the slate

Find new poems, songs, words to remember

I say, memorization is overrated

When I was a little child

I memorized every nursery rhyme I ever heard

I could recite them on demand

Mary had a little lamb

There was an old woman that lived in a shoe

Mother Goose had nothing better to do

My mother still brags about my three year old ramblings to this day

As I grew older we went to church on Sundays

We memorized hymns

We had a goal, my mother and I

To memorize one new hymn each week

 “Hark, hark, ‘tis children’s music, children’s voices oh how sweet”

I still remember most of the choruses

And many of the verses

I turned eight and began memorizing scriptures

I don’t think I took much from their meanings

But it sure impressed the adults that knew me

“I Nephi, having been born of goodly parents…”

Funny, sounds familiar, reminds me of the first line from Moby Dick

“Call me Ishmael. Some years ago - never mind how long precisely”

In 6th grade I sat in the library at school each day

And tried my darndest

Because I was going to be the first person to memorize Moby Dick

Well, at least the first chapter, or first paragraph anyway

But nothing sucked me in like Lewis Carroll

And the words of the Jabberwock

Intriguing and nonsensical

“`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe”

(Run that one through your spell checker)

I grew up loving Shel Silverstein and in my youth

Somehow related to Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

Who would not take the garbage out

I remembered every line and often said it in my head

To pass the time

Before I knew it Sylvia Stout turned to Sylvia Plath

And her dysfunctional relationship with her dad

Had me obsessed in an instant

It was too close to my own German blood

“You do not do, you do not do

Anymore black shoe…”

“Daddy, daddy, you bastard I’m through.”

This one I still rap off in my head when I am losing my patience

You know, red lights, bad movies, and the like

I found Edgar Allen Poe, his stories, his poetry

Saw his grave in Maryland

The little attic room he wrote in

And memorized nearly half The Ravin

We all know how that one goes

Then after many distraught teenage days

And many sleepless nights

With a typewriter or a pen

I found myself amongst a collection

Of over a thousand original poems

Barely written, mostly spewed out

And only a few of which were any good

The only one of my own

I ever bothered to memorize is one of those

“I showed you my poems and you said

Is there a demon in your head?

Are you Satanic, suicidal, insane?

But this is the way I see things

I replied

You shook your head,

Rolled your eyes and sighed

You are strange.”

Wine is bottled poetry. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson
April 21, 2014
11:38 am
Points: 1471
Thanked 7 times

What is a slam poem, i want to write one.

April 21, 2014
9:33 pm

Points: 12077
Thanked 228 times

Here are some links, but essentially it is casually competitive performance poetry, meant to be spoken out loud, spoken word, along those lines.



Here's my favorite local slam poet and friend Jesse doing a piece that has recently gone viral:



I don't slam anymore because I suck at performing... but I still like to read my work out loud and sometimes write in more of a slam style. The way a poem sounds when read always has seemed important to me.

The following users say thank you to tlhopkinson for this useful post:

Wine is bottled poetry. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson

Most Users Online: 144

Currently Online:
13 Guest(s)

Currently Browsing this Page:
1 Guest(s)

Top Posters:

c4a1g: 611

craigb12: 509

DivRem: 303

luv2rite: 260

Member Stats:

Guest Posters: 8

Members: 10795

Moderators: 7

Admins: 1

Writing Stats:

Groups: 5

Forums: 53

Topics: 3842

Posts: 13716