UNBUCKLED takes place this Saturday from 3:45 p.m.-5:45 p.m. at T.U. Studios at 10943 Camarillo Street (Behind Odyssey Video) (Off Vineland) with Featured poet Cindy Weinstein.
OPEN MIC Open to Poets, Writers, Musicians, Comedians, Actors, etc.
NEW RULE: Only the first 15 people who sign-up on the list are guaranteed a spot. After that it is as time allows. Here's a sneak peak of some of the poetry.
By Radomir Luza
OFTEN Often I wave at love Its unbowed headAnd waving fists Its forgiven bladesAnd unforgiven buttons The ones it passes byAnd the onesIt never finds I know onlyThat it is asRaw as talent And as jubilantAs rain whenIt smiles Often I think of loveAnd how blessed I amTo have had itAnd lost itOnly to have found it again Often I swim in loveIts backstrokeAnd diving board Only to find the speedTo make it to theBeginning of its face
RAINING PROMISES In thisThe last momentOf our beginning I find words difficultAnd last standsEven more cumbersome My hands trembleAs crumbs fly from the table And the daysAfter the fall Collect like VikingsAt a christening I say I don't want youBut I want you even more Like Judas wanted fameAnd we all do a name I call out for youBecause you are there Because not touching youIs the tomb It is like deathWithout dying
By: Beverly M. Collins
It takes all kinds to fill the world Dash of grit here, over there... A colorful pinch of flower. A room of twinkling eyes review a bewitching hour.
All for one-oh really? Is that how the saying goes? Plant that sign in the center like the tip of a nose.
The old reach down The young reach up Some spin in the middle reach for-they don't know what.
On the horizon, a new day powders it's face. Waves fond-farewell to the night it replaced.
This thoughtful batch of words become tangy word-stew To stir, poke and ponder Which parts are untrue?