Performance Poetry

Is it cool to review yourself?  Probably not…

Performance Poetry


Mad gladiator

Tossing herself to lions

Armed with only wit



“Titties” brought out for the lads

In verbal foreplay


Lyrical satire

Like pencils sharped for pricking

Holes in lead balloons


From naughty corner

More by wine amused than rhyme

A shadow giggles


The tumbleweed blows

Words settle on silent ground

With one hand clapping


The poet’s cloak hides

Shoulders warm and broad enough

To quiver with mirth


by Gail

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