OOPS! messed up there. Here's plan B

Apologos , Mea culpa, I missed some of the kind offers to drive out, feckinEEjit! So...

Jessica Maybury Nov 8th

Karen Nov 15th

Dana Bug Nov 29th

Kato Dec 6th

Titus Dec 13th

Weaver Dec 20th

Muse Swings Dec 27th

More drivers, new drivers, old drivers always needed !

To the rescue!

Many thanks to the following hardy individuals for stepping up to the drivers door ...Mwahahahahahah!! I have you now!

Jessica Maybury Nov 8th

Karen Nov 15th

Dana Bug Nov 29th

Kato Dec 6th

Muse Swings Dec 13th

Weaver Dec 20th

You know how to drive a bus doncha?

Just put your lips together and blow. Or is that whistling?

Either which way drivers are required.No previous experience, talent, or ability necessary, as can be seen from the previous drivers...(Ok,I'm joking, I'm joking, calm down!)

Next available driverless dates,in order of appearance, are... Nov 8th and Nov 15th followed by Nov 29th, Dec 6th, Dec 13th.

Ask not what these dates can do for you, but what you can do for these dates.Now is the time comrades to rise from the ranks, to proudly stick your nose above the steering wheel of life and show the world what you can do, to bravely take charge and steer a bus full of burgeoning and blustering creativity and mould it to the shape of your imagination ,then send it off round the highways and byways of the globe like a chariot of fire.

Think of the power, the adrenalin rush, the satisfaction in knowing that when the bus's hour of need came you were there at the bus stop with your wit, your wisdom, and your sandwiches.That you stood tall , climbed aboard, taking care not bang your head on the conductors pole, and with pride thumping in your chest like a rabbit in a shoebox,you magnificently and single handedly lead the people of the bus out, out, OUT! of the creative darkness and into the all embracing bright-lit dawn of POETRY!

Then in years to come when your golden child or grandchild looks flutteringly up into your kindly old face and asks ' 'Mummsie/Pater/Nanny/ Grandpa, what did you do in the poetry war?'
You can lift your wrinkly old chin up high and proudly say... 'Who the fuck are you?'

Well that's what my grandparents used to say to me anytime I asked them anything.

And from Dec 20th through to 27th I'll be driving a (un)spectacular reindeer powered CHRISTMAS Holiday SPECIAL bus on ice, with mince pies,pints of Baileys, and (temporarily) live dancing (well, running)Turkeys! Don't miss it! Ho! ho! ho! oh, no! no! no! Not yet!

Play it again Sam!!

You must now drive the bus
a place for each one of us
on it you can rely

The world will always welcome Bus Poets
as it drives by.

Liz Gallaghers spooky special Bus route 666 no return!

King of the cats.

Well it was All Hallows Eve

And I was all Hale fellow well met

Flying three sheets to the wind

Scared of neither man nor beast

As brave as a barrel of porter

Whistling, singing to the growing dark

Till passing a graveyard a cat spoke,

Stuck it’s scrawny black head through the railings and said

“Tell Balgeary that Bulgury is dead”

I sobered quick and looked and double looked

But no cat was anywhere to be seen

But the hairs raised upon my neck told me

It had not been a dream

I quickened my pace

To be gone from that place

But I couldn’t shift from my head

The words…

‘Tell Balgeary that Bulgury is dead’

I, now cold to the core, looked repeatedly over my shoulder,

No swig from any bottle on earth

could make my feel bolder,

my pace quickened till I ran

and ran and ran as fast as a man can

till I reached home in wet sweat to the bone

locked in the cold embrace of fear

And no-one was home save for my own dumb puss

Curled up warm upon the hearth

And I looked at Tussy and Tussy looked at me

And my fear melted like an ice cream in the Sahara

How foolish I’d been to believe a cat could talk

i poked my timid pet with the toe of my boot,

“Can you talk Tuss , can you talk to me?

I said aloud now brave as a lion, safe

In my own warm bright-lit home,

And like a lion my laughter and relief reared and roared

“Ha ha ha! Tell Balgeary Bulgary is dead ,indeed!”

Nearly creased in laughter was I till

My own humble cat sat up and whipped round on me

hissing , spitting and claws drawn,it's eyes emerald framed slits black as hell, and like a foul feline banshee shrieked

“ You drunken miserable fool! Balgury is dead, now I am King! Did you treat me well? Time will tell!”

And like lightning leapt over my shoulder and through the half door

Never to be seen again.

Yet.

Based on a 'true ' story as told to Eric Cross in 1942 by Mr Buckley The Tailor from Cork and recorded in Irish Folktales edited by Henry Glassie and taken from The Tailor and Antsty by Eric Cross.

THE HOWLING HALLOWEEN BUS WHOOOOO!!!

It's the Poooowooowooetry Bus going like a bat out of hell all the way from Liz Gallagher's haunted hacienda in Gran Canaria (what could be scarier?)

Some delightfully well thought out prompts from the ex welder and beach volley ball champion. You can even write a triolet in the toilet if you like. But it's time for shenanigans and things that go bump in the night like your big toe off the bedstead, it's time for howling at the moon and for emerald eyed black cats to be hissing and staring into space, it's time for banshees to be crooning outside your window grooming their long black hair and matching toenails. Look out for witches upon their broomsticks silhoutted by a full and silvery moon and annnoying little monsters to be throwing eggs at your house.
So get over HERE
and write a poem about it all, go now go, the moon is a creeping it's silvery light across the blood stained floor to the dark shadowy corner of the castle where lurks the freshly butchered flesh and the, the, the mother in law......... COOKING...... AAAAAAAaaaarrrggghhhh!

POEMARGENTOMEETINGBUSSTUFF

The Meeting

And death, like life, is a moveable feast
living in the ghetto
drinking from the bottle
swimming to the bottom
let the creme de la creme float
let shit float
let corked bottled
desperation float to the top
that's the now of us
the reality of decay
yesterday
when we met
twas the meeting of the waters
baptism of fire
meeting of minds
union of souls
flesh setting
the foundations
that hold us still
still holds us
pinball life ricochet around us
till we meet again
don't know where
don't know when

The Meeting Of The Waters,Thomas Moore

There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet
As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet;
Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart,
Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.

Yet it was not that nature had shed o`er the scene
Her purest of crystal and brightest of green;
`Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill,
Oh! no - it was something more exquisite still.

`Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near,
Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear,
And who felt how the best charms of nature improve,
When we see them reflected from looks that we love.

Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest
in thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best,
Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease,

And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.

THE POETRY BUS TASK By ARGENT

UUuuuggghhhhmmmmraaaaa glup glug groan moanrattle plip ack ack.I'm not well.

But get on your horse drink your milk and charge over to Argento. She's holding a meeting of passengers. Bring a pen. HERE

A MESSAGE FROM POETRY LEGEND STEPHEN JAMES SMITH!

Hello,

I must confess this is an email to all the poets I know in the Leinster area.

Reason being there is a chance for you to have some fun and make some money for your words!

This bank holiday Monday 25th of October I will be running the Leinster heat for the All Ireland Slam Final 2010.

It will take place upstairs in The International Bar, 23 Wicklow Street, Dublin 2.

I need to have an idea of the amount poets wishing to recite, hence the email.... so if you are interested please reply to this email.

The plan is I need all poets there for 4pm that wish to 'compete' and the show will start at 5pm sharp! it will be over at around 8pm.

There is an entry fee of €5, now to make it clear this is purely for costs and to pay the winner of the slam.

€70 for 1st place and €30 for 2nd, then in the All Ireland Final a potential €200 for 1st place! (dependent on what we collect, but I expect this to be realistic)

I stand to make nothing.

After that any monies left will go to the Jack and Jill foundation: http://www.jackandjill.ie/ I would hope to have a few bob to give them after all this.

So you can support 'the arts' and a charity all while having a good time, with fellow poets.

Ok so what else do you need to know....

The Slam Rules...

Here are 2 links to give you a bit more insight:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poetry_slam

http://www.poetryslam.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=10&Itemid=25

THE MAIN RULES OUR JUDGES WILL BE LOOKING AT ARE:

Basically the poem has to be no more than 3 mins.
It must be of the poets own constructions.
No props, or music is aloud, singing a song does not count either.
Using a 'cheat sheet' is ok but not advised, you will tend to be deducted marks if you need to read it, so memorising it is best practice.
There will be 3 rounds to the final, the first round will eliminate x amount of poets leaving us with 8 poets in the semi final and 4 in the final. (this is open to change depending on the amount of contestants on the day)
The judges will be coming from different backgrounds, be it poetry, dance, journalism and comedy. They will be scoring on performance of the piece, its content and the audience reaction. (laughter tends to be an easy way of judging audience reaction but stilling an audience is too a worthy reaction and it will be up to the judges to realise this too) They will be awarded 10 points for each of these areas, so obviously a judge can score a maximum of 30, they can use decimal points too to the nearest tenth.

FACEBOOK:

Here are links to the facebook events, please post them to you profile, and tell your friends invite as many as you can please it is in your own interest.

Leinster heat: http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=158764797488867

All Ireland Slam Final: http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=154485831253577

Here are the poets representing the other provinces that already qualified for the final:

MUNSTER:
Noel King and Fergus Costelloe
ULSTER:
Abby Oliveira and Colin Dardis
CONNAGHT:
Sarah Maria Griff and Dave Rock

If you know of any other poets wishing to recite please pass this email on to them, and encourage all you can to head along on these days! it will be a wonderful celebration of the art of orating a poem!

Also if you write a blog, or have any media connections you might pass the word on to them too please!

Any questions just ask....

Be good now!

SJS

--
Slán Mo Cara

Stephen James Smith
Stiofán Séamus Mac Gabhann
http://www.StephenJamesSmith.com
Poet & MC @ The Glór Sessions (Music & Poetry)

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NanU sane science Part Two!

Love is. Is love?

Bread and milk and cheese

Did the black board duster

Bring you to your knees

Chalk and cheese?

Or any of these?

Did love find you

Overcome and bind you

Tie you to the tracks

Beat you to the rhythm of your heart?

Why do we fall in love ?

Fall from the tallest tower

Fall from grace

Fall pregnant

Disgrace

Why do fools fall, in love,

Hand in hand through the

Rain

The neon

Lights

Life falling

Truth

Falling

Rain drops

Falling

Night falling

Till we

Hit

The ground ?

NanU gets the bus out of a rut!

It's the rutting season.But NanU will save us.

Many Thanks to Niamh Bagnell for drivelling last week, she did brillo as usual.NimB has now handed the driving gloves to sane scientist NanU Here