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Like and the poetry jam

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Posters filled the city and some floated
Down the streets at night
A week before the event
‘Like’ knew she’d attend
Without question she looked forward
To ‘punilatious’ wordsmiths
Kicking it up all night

On the opening she dressed
To the nines as they say
Called a couple of girlfriends,
Packed her digital cam and notebook
And positively sizzled on entry

She wasn’t seated long when the MC
Introduced the first poet and “Like’
Was on stage four words into the performance
She looked back at her seat and found it empty
Whilst on stage she was sandwiched
Between ‘my mamas hair’ and corkscrew
And “Africa’ and ‘Queen’
And ‘Like’ couldn’t understand what she had to do with
Any of the ‘Shit’ she was used as glue for
Before long the poet aptly called ‘Kicker’ had
Deployed ‘Like’ a total of 31 times in 4
Very dry, never sweet, redundant pieces

‘Like’ attempted to pull her carefully coiffed bun
Back into place when ‘A poet called Candy’
Took the mike and throughout her pieces,
‘Like lost a shoe, a pair of chandelier earrings
That had cost her a good R49.99 @ Mr Price
And had to pop her left breast back into her bra
For all the knocking back and forth from this sweet girl
Who needed to be told that really,
Like does not want to keep company with the likes
Of ‘Bike’, ‘Mike, Spike and Dyke
To keep a long story short
At the end of the Poetry Jam
‘Like’ had to be rushed to an Emergency Room
For immediate resuscitation and urgent medical attention
It took a week for her be discharged from ICU
Because doctors in attempting to explain her medical condition
To friends and family had also used ‘Like’ quite a lot
To end this, I’ll say “Like’ has been used here
A total of 10 times and not once was she a comparison to any.

Pamella Dlungwana

Featured Poem:

Yvonne Fly Onakeme Etaghene

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Yvonne Fly Onakeme Etaghene

my love is a verb,
the quintessential doing word
the how i touch you in company word
the how i love you in darkness word
the when i taste you i scream internally word

my love is a doing word
it’s a verb
it’s running, jumping
hollerin, screamin
cream into the palms of my lover kind of word
it’s a doing thing
like scribbling your name on my inner thigh like when you tickle me in love making
WORD

like when i claw your back in cummin word
like kneading your aching muscle at the end of the day kind of word
it’s a sigh with a silent scream in consideration of our housemates kind of vibe
it’s the knit you sweaters in winter
find you vests in summer kind of loving
it’s the glove before i touch you there
DD before i kiss you there kind of lovin
it’s a verb

like, chew, (chew me)
like nibble (chew me shy like)
like kiss (when we chew in public)
it’s what i do
the……….WORD, (verb?)

Pamella-Dlungwana

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Biography

Pam Dlungwana is a transplant Capetonian by way of Durban, South Africa. She spends much of her time behind pink rimmed glasses, tea colored pages and when spoken to speaks of herself in the third person, always.

A television writer/researcher and producer she expresses her Swiss cheese opinion best in poetry and has collaborated with visual artists using the media to educate, liberate and incite.

Pam has published in online journals (Poetry Potion, Itch and her wordpress blog) and has used Facebook as her personal bulletin board, screaming her politic, annoyances and passion through verse in the notes section.

Pamella Dlungwana

Pamella-Dlungwana
Pamella-Dlungwana

Biography

Pam Dlungwana is a transplant Capetonian by way of Durban, South Africa. She spends much of her time behind pink rimmed glasses, tea colored pages and when spoken to speaks of herself in the third person, always.

A television writer/researcher and producer she expresses her Swiss cheese opinion best in poetry and has collaborated with visual artists using the media to educate, liberate and incite.

Pam has published in online journals (Poetry Potion, Itch and her wordpress blog) and has used Facebook as her personal bulletin board, screaming her politic, annoyances and passion through verse in the notes section.

Like and the poetry jam

Enlarge poem

Posters filled the city and some floated
Down the streets at night
A week before the event
‘Like’ knew she’d attend
Without question she looked forward
To ‘punilatious’ wordsmiths
Kicking it up all night

On the opening she dressed
To the nines as they say
Called a couple of girlfriends,
Packed her digital cam and notebook
And positively sizzled on entry

She wasn’t seated long when the MC
Introduced the first poet and “Like’
Was on stage four words into the performance
She looked back at her seat and found it empty
Whilst on stage she was sandwiched
Between ‘my mamas hair’ and corkscrew
And “Africa’ and ‘Queen’
And ‘Like’ couldn’t understand what she had to do with
Any of the ‘Shit’ she was used as glue for
Before long the poet aptly called ‘Kicker’ had
Deployed ‘Like’ a total of 31 times in 4
Very dry, never sweet, redundant pieces

‘Like’ attempted to pull her carefully coiffed bun
Back into place when ‘A poet called Candy’
Took the mike and throughout her pieces,
‘Like lost a shoe, a pair of chandelier earrings
That had cost her a good R49.99 @ Mr Price
And had to pop her left breast back into her bra
For all the knocking back and forth from this sweet girl
Who needed to be told that really,
Like does not want to keep company with the likes
Of ‘Bike’, ‘Mike, Spike and Dyke
To keep a long story short
At the end of the Poetry Jam
‘Like’ had to be rushed to an Emergency Room
For immediate resuscitation and urgent medical attention
It took a week for her be discharged from ICU
Because doctors in attempting to explain her medical condition
To friends and family had also used ‘Like’ quite a lot
To end this, I’ll say “Like’ has been used here
A total of 10 times and not once was she a comparison to any.

Featured Poem:

Yvonne Fly Onakeme Etaghene

Enlarge poem

Yvonne Fly Onakeme Etaghene

my love is a verb,
the quintessential doing word
the how i touch you in company word
the how i love you in darkness word
the when i taste you i scream internally word

my love is a doing word
it’s a verb
it’s running, jumping
hollerin, screamin
cream into the palms of my lover kind of word
it’s a doing thing
like scribbling your name on my inner thigh like when you tickle me in love making
WORD

like when i claw your back in cummin word
like kneading your aching muscle at the end of the day kind of word
it’s a sigh with a silent scream in consideration of our housemates kind of vibe
it’s the knit you sweaters in winter
find you vests in summer kind of loving
it’s the glove before i touch you there
DD before i kiss you there kind of lovin
it’s a verb

like, chew, (chew me)
like nibble (chew me shy like)
like kiss (when we chew in public)
it’s what i do
the……….WORD, (verb?)

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (4)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (1)
  • Inspiration (2)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (3)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Like and the poetry jam

Enlarge poem

Posters filled the city and some floated
Down the streets at night
A week before the event
‘Like’ knew she’d attend
Without question she looked forward
To ‘punilatious’ wordsmiths
Kicking it up all night

On the opening she dressed
To the nines as they say
Called a couple of girlfriends,
Packed her digital cam and notebook
And positively sizzled on entry

She wasn’t seated long when the MC
Introduced the first poet and “Like’
Was on stage four words into the performance
She looked back at her seat and found it empty
Whilst on stage she was sandwiched
Between ‘my mamas hair’ and corkscrew
And “Africa’ and ‘Queen’
And ‘Like’ couldn’t understand what she had to do with
Any of the ‘Shit’ she was used as glue for
Before long the poet aptly called ‘Kicker’ had
Deployed ‘Like’ a total of 31 times in 4
Very dry, never sweet, redundant pieces

‘Like’ attempted to pull her carefully coiffed bun
Back into place when ‘A poet called Candy’
Took the mike and throughout her pieces,
‘Like lost a shoe, a pair of chandelier earrings
That had cost her a good R49.99 @ Mr Price
And had to pop her left breast back into her bra
For all the knocking back and forth from this sweet girl
Who needed to be told that really,
Like does not want to keep company with the likes
Of ‘Bike’, ‘Mike, Spike and Dyke
To keep a long story short
At the end of the Poetry Jam
‘Like’ had to be rushed to an Emergency Room
For immediate resuscitation and urgent medical attention
It took a week for her be discharged from ICU
Because doctors in attempting to explain her medical condition
To friends and family had also used ‘Like’ quite a lot
To end this, I’ll say “Like’ has been used here
A total of 10 times and not once was she a comparison to any.

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Your email address will not be published.