surreal poetry
Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.
Social Housing Gallery
An art director , prop-maker and an Artist getting together to create an inclusive gallery in a social housing front room. This is just the start paintings, animation and sculpture which will be shown at the social housing gallery. Playing with the stereotypical views on the meaning of the so-called underclass, feral, social housing and breeding for benefits. Humans are often referred to as feral. The idea behind this is to give a voice for the disenfranchised, dispossessed and much maligned. single parent on benefits so called under-class. It highlights the social divisions in the U.K. with labels such as feral youth and breeding underclass.
By patricia shrigley5 years ago in Poets
The little yellow submarine 💕
I was driving my yatchi one evening all of sudden I see this little yellow submarine. I look real closely and I wonder what lies between. The skys grew dark so I began to feel sleepy so decided to come closer to shore. I let down my bow to go to a nap but for some odd reason I felt like I was trapped. I had this vibe that something just wasn’t right I got a little tight as I felt the boat rock me to a deep sleep. Then out of nowhere I feel my boat going side to side automatically. I woke up in glear but fell asleep soon after. Then I saw this glow I knew was very high nowhere near low. I suddenly hear people screaming ufos 🛸 then I knew what was shaking my boat so I made a note n put it on my cabin and I put ufos don’t bother me in my sleep. Then I look tho my little boats window and I see the yellow submarine and a ufo driving it. I almost passed out at the sight from creatures out this world. I had to make something to eat I made peanut butter and jelly to notice this strange lights. I said too myself what’s going on. I started feeling terrible and terrified in the musk n misk of that cold winter night. I almost thought it would be the night I would die I never felt so weird in my life. Then out of no where I hear this loud banging on my boats cabin door I try to ingore it then I hear it some more. I walk up with my gun to see a bunch of ufos on my boat. At first I was very scared wasn’t really sure why ufos was there. But then I look n the ufos they got my dog. I suddenly throw done my gun n started saying thank you hun. They smile 😊 and I was in total shock couldn’t believe how unreasonable/unreasonable I was to leave my dog, unattended I was so tired so I guess those ufos was hiring themselves. The one ufo said Et go home. I felt bad for the ufos and I gave them my extra jar of peanut butter and strawberry jam. Then I put my dog king to bed with me in the boat as I thought!!! I woke up the next morning and there was no king next to me no ufos 🛸 but a yellow submarine across the herizon!! I called my ppl to make sure my dog was ok and he was indeed he wasn’t with me that time at sea. It was all a big night mare but for some reason after that happened I believe more in Allen’s tho. I start my day n I make some toast n ham with white mozzarella cheese. Then from a distance I see it again the yellow submarine. So I called my ppl once more and told them I’m going to pick up my dog for the week then it was set. I started driving my boat towards my dog kings way but then I saw it early that morning dawn still dark gray sky’s oh my that little submarine again I thought. I almost hit it had gotten startled and went starboard left as quickly as possible. Finally I reached my destination and saw my pup king ,as I look across the ocean I see that little submarine once more. I quickly run into my ppls door. I didn’t want to have anymore mysterious nightmares anymore. Then I put my pup king on his lease n put him aboard my boat. Then I felt loved and protected I felt safe and at ease. I hug my pup as I put his life jacket on n let him run loose. He was wagging his tail as happy as can be such a beautiful husky he can be. About a mile east I saw it again that dam yellow submarine. I hear king bark like crazy by then I felt kinda lazy.
By Bianca M Rosario5 years ago in Poets
