THE WORD


On opening the curtain

You think it’s time to quit and the tank seems to be running dry and your own living room crowds in on your loneliness and you think you have run out of strength or will power or love to take another step; and then a poem comes wafting through your window, a song dances in on the airwaves, and they lift the dark curtain and invite you to step out into the street and make your way to an open mic event where more songs stir the spirit and poems speak to the soul and friends and strangers at the cafes sit and welcome you like a long lost friend and you find yourself part of a community you never could find at home on your own.

The point being, our open mic events give opportunity to sit and enjoy vibrant company, excellent songs and some soothing poems and stories. They are made for you. They let you be part of something. They are made for singers and poets and story tellers to find their voice. At them you will find splendid company, refreshing liquid pours and satisfying food and pizza.

Come on then. Grab your friends and neighbours and make it to the monthly Moonshine on the Microphone in Collingwood, to the weekly Dangerous Microphone in Takaka and to the monthly Acid on the Microphone in Onekaka.

A couple of special guests this month – Neal Bonner & Pete Flynn and Callie Crider & Kushla Callinan feature in a return of  the 30 Minutes of Glory sessions at the Dangerous Microphone on Wednesday 13 and 20 May; Saru G features at Acid on the Microphone on Thursday 28 May. Details further on. And Bob Dylan’s 85th birthday open mic celebration happens on Sunday 24 May at the Mussel Inn. Collingwood’s new creative footpath gets a viewing too!

Love to see you during the month of May at one of these fabulous open mic events.

Peace
Mark Raffills
Golden Bay Live Poets Society

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The invitation

Our curtains are drawn
And the stars got no one to talk to
And the moon falls slowly down the sky

We whisper to ourselves our lonely name
And we are carried by a dream
And we lie cold in the night

It’s a rough road on our own
And the sign post is broken
And it’s hard to find our way home

The morning sun is welcome
And it rises in some glory
And it listens as we speak our story

A smile in the mirror
And we talk to ourselves sadly
And we don’t even know what to say

A pot of tea for one
And the sugar bowl is empty
And the milk has turned sour

The wind rattles our door
And we think someone is knocking
And we do not check to see
And the invitation goes begging

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