Friday, July 07, 2017

Donate to our Greenville Slam Team - Send them to Denver!

We are so proud of the 2017 Greenville Slam Team!  The team features D.Dove, Sassy the Poet, Moody Black, and Bittersweet (from left to right as pictured BELOW).


Thank you to the sponsors of the Greenville Slam Team!!

Wits End Poetry http://www.witsendpoetry.com
The Watering Hole: https://twhpoetry.wordpress.com/
DeMent Studios, Melinda DeMent
Marlanda Dekine http://www.sapientsoul.com/





Our Greenville slam team has less than one month before they fly to Denver! DONATE to their cause by July 15th and secure your invite to their PRIVATE CELEBRATION PARTY in August - when they bring home another championship title!! Let's send our cities talent in style! PLUS your donation is tax deductible! DONATE TODAY!

Sponsorship Levels



Our team recently came in SECOND PLACE out of 33 teams at the Southern Fried Poetry Slam (South East Regionals)! They are the TOP team in the South East! Our #1 rival is currently Baltimore who won first at the National Poetry Slam in 2016 and recently won against GREENVILLE by a hair (.03 points) at the 2017 Southern Fried Poetry Slam! Baltimore - WATCH OUT - Greenville, SC is coming for you in Denver!!!

Plane tickets have been purchased to Denver Colorado, but we are still short $800 to pay for the hotel room (which is $189 per night for 7 nights). And our goal is to send the team with gift certificates for food. HELP OUR TEAM FOCUS ON THE POETRY - DONATE TODAY!!

Your donation to support your team is TAX DEDUCTIBLE and you will receive a receipt as well as recognition on Twitter, Facebook, and our website.


CHECKS OR GIFT CARDS CAN BE MAILED TO 3 HUGHES CREEK ROAD, MARIETTA, SC. ATTN: WITS END POETRY C/O Kimberly Simms.

More info:
http://npsdenver.com/visiting-denver/

Friday, May 12, 2017

King of the South

May 28th 2017 King of the South



Don't miss this exciting all male slam review featuring the top male poets from across the south east bringing it! Bruh! A poetry slam is a performance poetry competition judged by five randomly chosen members of the audience. Up to twelve local poets may sign up for the three-round poetry slam. After the first round, only eight poets will perform in the second round, and only four poets will perform in the final round. Each poet will perform one original poem without musical accompaniment, props, or costumes within the three-minute time limit. They will be judged on a scale of zero to ten with the lowest and the highest scores dropped to give a highest possible score of thirty. The winner of the slam will receive a $300 prize. 


Coffee Underground 1 East Coffee Street. Greenville, SC 29601. 7:30pm.

Poets should arrive by 7:00 pm for the draw. The first two rounds of the competition are cumulative with the first round featuring 12 poets then cutting down to 8. The final round will feature only the top four poets and will be clean slate. Standard tournament slam rules apply.


THE LIST SO FAR!


To sign up please register here via PayPal:

Registration is $20.
Please pay via Paypal and be sure to include your poet name as a note.


Poet Name
 

Sunday, April 09, 2017

Queen of the South Slam



April 30 2017 Queen of the South Slam
hosted by Kimbi the Goddess. 


2017 Winners: Lyric and Tammeka Staley

To finish National Poetry Month with a magical bang - don't miss this exciting high-energy poetry slam which will spotlight emerging female artists from across four states. This event, founded in Greenville by Kimberly Simms, inspired the National Poetry Slam to begin the Women of the World Slam.

The first two rounds of the competition are cumulative with the first round featuring 12 poets then cutting down to 8. The final round will feature only the top four poets and will be clean slate. Standard tournament slam rules apply.



The historical annual all women poetry slam held in Greenville South Carolina celebrates 10 years of providing a platform where the women in the south eastern region showcase their power and spoken word skills!






















Poets should arrive by 7:00 pm for the draw.


THE LIST SO FAR!
  1. I AM PICTURESQUE (Registration Paid)
  2. LYRIC (Registration Paid)
  3. Davelyn Hill (Registration Paid)
  4. AI Carter
  5. Lady Brion
  6. Bittersweet
  7. Sassy the Poet
  8. Shay Black (Registration Paid)
  9. Tammaka Staley (Registration Paid)
  10. TBD
  11. TBD
  12. TBD







To sign up please register here via PayPal:

Registration is $20.
Please pay via Paypal and be sure to include your poet name as a note.


Poet Name






Friday, October 21, 2016

Poetic Journeys Contest Winners!

THIS PAGE IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION!!!

 Student Poetic Journeys Prize Winners

5. HM: Loren Bell. League Academy. 8th Grade. “Mountains on my Mind” Teacher: Frank Powell

Mountains on my mind 

Clouds in the sky, Birds soaring high No worries in my head Mountains on my mind Listen to them talk As water flows off its rock Mountains on my mind Trees galore Leaves in my sight

Waiting for the breeze to ignite their flight The way birds soar Mountains on my mind Exploring everywhere Time is no concern of mine When the wind is rushing through my hair Mountains on my mind Trying to believe, In you and me


4. HM: Jasmine McCarroll 12th Grade. Berea High School. “Mountains” Teacher Mrs. Tisdale

“Mountains” (LINE BREAKS COMING SOON)
I got mountains on my mind, A landform that rises above its surroundings Made of rocks that symbol rounded ridges and peaks.  Mountains have slopes and slides, on my mind I have hills that are steep. Trees can grow on these mountains  I am growing to give tourists a peek My mind is what tourists climb, and cut down as they please. See my mind was made for the scenery. Made to exist on every continent and every ocean Made for people to adore Made for people to express their devotion Made for people to explore.  Distinguished myself from others like The Himalayas  They named Me the World's greatest Like Everest  And Crowned me for my rocky cleverness. My  mind is a mountain rising above to kiss the sky People tread on my peak and still I stand with my head high People taunt and challenge me But, still I don’t erupt and cry-- because my  
Mind is made of ridges and peaks Made for  People to connect the adjective deep with me   Made to give inspiration to Thee’ Because Mountains have slopes, but on My mind I have hills that are steep.

3. Third: Grace Brockman. 7th Grade. League Academy. ”Mountains” Teacher Mrs. Ritter. Parent: Timothy Brockman

Mountains

In this world I live

Suppresses what I have to give

Not accepted

Because I am female

Females are controlled

Until our ideas mold

This is my mountain, I have to move

Push a little harder

Pull a little more

Girls will soar

People think I can't

People think I won't

This is my mountain, I have to move

Move the mountain

This right I must obtain

I must gain

Girls should be equal

A girl with brains is not an oddity

Girls can fight, a precious commodity

We should have the same rights as a male

Let us carry that heavy pale

This is my mountain, I have to move

This mountain is in my head, on my mind

I will keep pushing all the time


2. Second: Miriam Muriithi. League Academy. 8th Grade. “Mountains on my Mind” Teacher Allison Franke

Mountains on My Mind

Mother Nature gave us more than enough
from raging seas
to rushing brooks.
But by far one of her most
treasured wonders are the towering mountains
even, stronger than thunder.
For me the mountains are
a place of joy where the only thing that matters
is the whisper of the wind
and, whether you choose to listen.
The highlands you see are
always changing
one year you're gentle hills
next year craggy slopes.
But the feeling ever remains.
The feeling that only comes
from a top of snow capped mountain.
A feeling of love.
These majestic towers will
never let you down
although, some might say they
are bleak and barren.
But let their golden steeps be
a reminder that under
their brown blanket of leaves
they are so much more.
They are your childhood memories
of autumn and spring of the long hikes that ended
in triumph because of the majestic view
only they could provide.
So when you're searching for beauty
just look around
and, turn to the ones
who stood before you
who will stand with you
and you will remain after you

the ones who will always be in my heart

1. First: Sophie Young. Green Charter School. 8th grade. “Untitled” Teacher: Lauren Lehman

Mountains on My Mind (Line breaks coming soon)

Giants clad in dove white armour Atlas holding the weight of the skies: I remember the days of mountains The great soldiers standing sentinel Over the city With weary clouds draped upon their peaks They called to me with their feathery thoughts Told me to dream closer, Closer Sung me to sleep with their Faint lullabies As soft as the very sprite’s laugh I remember the days of those heroes When we danced until the sun Drew up When we made friends with a woebegone storm Smoke would curl up in tentative tendrils Thrown away on an easterly wind Would wrap around my shoulders bare A hug from a saving grace These mountains would raise me Though I just a girl And they unshakable Bodies of stone I remember the days of mountains Those hands that lifted me up I recall
Through all that winsome while The times of giants and kings That sheltered me all the same These days like children’s fairy tales On the barren pale of paper Though these stories are not invisible.


Adult Poetic Journey Prize Winners


1. First Place - Joel McCollough - "Binding" Joel is a graduate of Furman University where he received two consecutive creative writing scholarships. His poetry and fiction have appeared in national literary periodicals and in two locally published poetry South Carolina poetry anthologies. He is an avid outdoorsman and cyclist, who frequents the Swamp Rabbit Trail and the trails of the Upstate. 


Binding (LINE BREAKS COMING SOON)
After barking a blaze on a pine saplingI plunge trunk to trunk down the mountainto explore the gorge flooding with dusk.I go down to where the wild water speaks,the plangent granite tongue of the river,repeating itself but saying nothing the same.The sidelong sun runs upstream at this hour,and my shadow is a net cast from my ankles.A kingfisher’s daytime lightning flashes and strikes a silver spark from the current,but then a greater hunter rows into view,a red-tailed hawk cruising to her night-roost,lifting just beyond my fanned hand upflungbut touching me with the talons of one foot,the rusty keel of her blunt body a fulcrumupon which the inverted world tilts and pitches.She draws me over the falls into the dropwhere she does neither but sets russet sailsfor the smoky roadstead of blood sunset.For a few moments I go with her into deep air:I am a man-mote in the humor of her yellow eyesThat focus on everything beneath her mortal regard.Then I am back on the bank, bleeding and boundto earth as she cries twice and rises out of sight.

Note: In falconry, “binding” means to close upon and grapple prey in midair


2. Second Place -Bobbie Jean Shepard -"Fruits"
Bobbie Jean Shepard grew up in the foothills of South Carolina. She currently teaches High School English in Spartanburg.

Fruits (LINE BREAKS COMING SOON)
My son chooses the most beautiful Navel orangesFrom the arrangement of tropical fruits At The Fresh MarketI pick over the apples, so many from which to choosePink Lady, Baldwin, Yellow NewtonTheir names distinct and covetedMozart or Tchaikovsky plays in the backgroundAnd I recall Hemingway’s story“A Clean, Well-light Place”We ignore all else, selecting from unblemished fruitMy mother taught me to choose ripened persimmons From those fallen on our gravel driveSo my cheeks wouldn’t turn inside-out with unexpected bitterness.She showed me how to eat around holes in applesFound under the old orchard trees,To sit bareback on my pony and reach the lowest pears Lightly sweet and crisp.Septembers, we stood in the back of our pickup,Shook the branches of the trees along the fence lineAnd muscadines showered down,Some seasons gathered in a 5-gallon bucket for jelly,Others, just our pockets.I cannot say I prefer one fruit to the other,One life or the other,But I know best the ground, the tree, the vine,And see my hand upon them even here. 

3. Third Place - Tricia Kyzer - "Landslide"
Tricia Kyzer is an environmental educator and a naturalist and a mountain wanderer. She is deeply involved in what she like to call a geological love affair with these South Carolina Blue Ridge Mountains.

Landslide (LINEBREAKS COMING SOON)
I felt the rains falling   my heart was calling    you didn’t answer. This permeation of our terra firma I tried to hold on,  You tried to hold on We did hold on. All summer. But that last rain was too much. Everything we were came crashing down Plunging through the valley.  I heard the echo resounding   my heart was pounding    you weren’t there. This earthfall bringing down our landscape I opened my hands,  You opened your hands We opened our hands To let go. Layers of life washing down This exhausted mountain revealing barren ground Casting away fractured pieces.


4. HM: Elaine C. Hill – “Jump Off Rock”
Currently living as close to the country around Charlotte, NC, as possible, Elaine Hill writes during naptimes for her two girls, ages 4 and 2. Raised in Hendersonville, NC, with her mountain-grown husband, Elaine’s idea of perfection is a perch on the side of Little Pisgah Mountain, a perfect view of Chimney Rock, with a mountain bike, a journal, and a pen.