28/10/2017

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On Saturday 28th October 2017 I saw two of my favourite poets. This poem is about that night.

Submitted: November 01, 2017

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I travelled to deepest Warrington

Stumbling lost in the dark

This one man poetry mission

To see the good doctor, John Cooper Clarke.

 

I was lured by the chance to see

The Bard of Salford recite

Live on stage not words on a page

I'd been waiting all year for this night.

 

A few days before the event

I just happened to see

A full report of the Dr's support

That seemed hand picked just for me.

 

A poet by the name of Mike Garry

A Manchester man through and through

In his verse and videos online

It's like he's talking directly to you.

 

Cooper Clarke writes of places I know

Beasley Street in Higher Broughton

Mike Garry talks of Bonfire night

And how Jesus was brought up in Gorton.

 

Doctor Clarke read all his classics

Told jokes and said things profound

Mike Garry prayed to a Saint

For something lost that couldn't be found.

 

The most moving magical evening

As special as John meeting Paul

I knew I'd caught poetry fever

And I left feeling ten feet tall.

 

The poet spells cast that night

Made me reach for paper and pen

And scribble down my soul

I would never be the same again.


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