Beautiful.

Thank you.

This is amazing

Thank you for writing this poem. 🏳‍⚧

Raw. Strength. Beautiful. Thank you.

Brilliant!!

Damn. 😢 Incredible, devastating, truth.

That brought tears to my eyes. His words could be mine.

Gorgeous piece.

Superb Nas!

Absolutely stunning poem. Excellently delivered, bravo 👏

"starvation once lured my skeleton to the surface"-- wow.

Hey Uncle J, Me and the girls just watched the whole thing. The girls are proud of their famous Great Uncle James! 🏳️‍🌈

Eya mu kwai

Wow, you are completely awesome! Thank you for sharing so much of your process and for the pointers. I’m an older person really just getting started in the study and practice of poetry. I can’t wait to watch your other videos!

I first heard him perform this show a few months after his grandma and my dad died. Dad passed away six years ago tomorrow.

Absolutely amazing <3

The most interesting poem I heard in a room chock-full of talent. Take a bow, Heather.

such an incredibly stunning piece!!!

❤ 😂 Loved it

Easily one of my favourite poems this year!

Hamish is always entertaining

Amazing pieces and well performed.... especially, Emma, Akshay and Aditya 🩵👏🩵

Yay finally!!🎉

❤

First there was nothing I'm talking nothing but nothing Then there was something In amongst that nothing was something And something somehow split into some things And some things even managed to become things So take A! Adam Adam was added up out of atoms B! Before that it was black and barren Then it became big and banging C! Out of the chaos came countless crazy complex patterns and then D! Dun dun dunnnnnn! Dinosaurs happened! E! Through evolution everything's edited every day F! That's how we fine-tune, finesse and then finally find our way G! Just as the galaxies had got into gear The game changed because H! Hip hip hooray Homo sapiens came! I! We invent, imagine, inspire and innovate J! We've journeyed from jamming in caves to jamming jam in a cake K! That knack for knowledge knitted and knotted away like silent Ks L! We learn the language of living Often a little late M! We make music We maneuver mathematics methods N! We've noticed and noted the nodes of our own neural networks O! Overflowing, outpouring, open mics to operatics P! We are the pork percentage purported in Peperami packets Because Q! We question R! Revolutions of the heart to renaissances of art, you see S! Scriptures and science seek signs of the sublime, meanwhile T! Through trees trickles the entirety of time U! Our universe is unfinished but utterly underway V! Its vibrancy Vibrates via ventricles Valves and veins Z! We zoom out into space We can forget that we were not the first to be here By any stretch we will not be the last to leave And whilst we can't control our history Or know our distant future We can make the most of what might lie between We can be kind And we can accept the kindess of others The world shows us what we allow ourselves the time to discover We can listen Truly listen to another person's needs Not just wait until they've stopped talking We can be brave enough to try and make all kinds of mistakes We can be playful Because what is a life without play? We can remind ourselves each day its not too late for new beginnings when a single moment can hold the universe within it Because when we zoom out we realise how small it becomes It's either none of this matters or all of it does From atoms, big bangs, chaos, dinosaurs, evoloution The fine-tuning of the galaxies, the humans Imagine that journey of knowledge through language and music Notes overflow with the poetry of quantum revolution As the sublime trickles through the universe's veins We wonder, explore, yearn, and zoom out once again Because when we zoom out we realize how small it becomes So either none of it matters or all of it does

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I needed somebody to word how I’ve been feeling since I lost my beautiful Nan. This is exactly how I feel. I’m sorry you’re going through this too. 🤍

Wow!

Manic Pixie Dream People just end up hurting others, setting standards beyond the borders of what is real. I've seen several muses, each as young and manic as the last. Their sonnets and form beautiful, but their souls black as night for the need to shimmer as dew filtering the morning sun their shadows linger well behind them on their paths while blinding and entrapping those who are left behind only to turn face and return to where their victims wished to stay.

When are you posting the latest slam

HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Awe. That's so sweet

RJ my hero💕💕

Such a clever and entertaining poet

Dìreach àlainn. Taing mhòr.

It was a fantastic evening. (I mean afternoon :). Thank you for organising it, it was extremely enjoyable.

Love it

This is beautiful ❤

good stuff

You are very talented brother!

My apple tree got stolen yesterday

This is poetry in it real form. A poem is to be read out or rather sung. I think is ridiculous to call it spoken word poetry. I am not against spoken word poetry; it is just another kind of poetry which is written in a simple form (an open poem) and is being read off-hand. Thank you I Love Your Poem.

This is such a powerful poem and it’s so truthful

This is a great one! 🤣

What a soulful presentation, thanks for sharing.

Absolutely beautiful

This poem is delivered in Free Verse 🎉🎉🎉 Amazing work.... I love this

Thank you for giving me the chance to bring this on stage. ❤

"the spectacular normality of loving you" - loving it, thank you, Harry, for this stunning poem!