Slam Poetry


Heads full of dried voices,

Gasping, sniffling, screaming,


Leaning together, twittering,

Jottings notes in an iPhone,


Climbing up the open mic,

Puffed up with vanity,


Bloated with undigested notions

Of gender & race,


Vomiting words bereft of rhythm,

Verses devoid of cadence,


The gastritis pain of half-cooked

Hyperspace poesy,


Hollow souls, stuffed heads,

Out from the land of Munchkins,


To the land of cacti,

To the unmelodious prosaic desert,


A hiatus from throwing up,

Giving a loud, happy belch,


They look into the skeletal

Chasms of our eyeless eyes.




A keyboard poet, I mop my desk,

Cleaning up the ultramodern vomit


Of slam poetry.



Bibek Adhikari 

Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2019-03-07 at 15:26

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Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
Members of Coo & Co confess that they have never attended a slam poetry event. We see the appeal for some persons, but we are peaceful folk ourselves, apt to communicate rather quietly. That aside, we very much enjoyed this poem, Bibek, and we agree with Larry that the gastritis couplet is super-strong :>)

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A very good work, Bibek. Put me to thinking of what will be my last open mic reading my work. I prefer now my works to be read by those who read.
Ken D

I've seen a few good slam performances, but yes, when it degenerates to sloganeering or to structureless emissions of ungoverned emotions (shouted to lend a certain ersatz vibrancy), then one can't help but agree with your assessment.

At any rate, a fine poem!

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
It's just a variation of rap. In your face but not very meditative or contemplative. You describe it well.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I've never gone to a poetry slam because I feared encountering exactly what you've described with admirable vehemence.

The gastritis pain of half-cooked
Hyperspace poesy

is a couplet for the ages.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
The violent process of chaos with a keyboard free of consequence and afterthought. You couldnít do that with a pen. Itís unique to this generation. Youíve described it very dramatically. Well done!