A couple weeks ago I took part in a poetry slam at Capital Slam here in Canada’s capital …Ottawa! It was my second time performing at this slam or any slam in general for that matter. I saw some familiar faces and I knew the heat some of the performers were going to bring. For those of you who don’t know much about poetry slams, or have associated poetry events to those in films such as 22 Jump Street. A poetry slam is essentially a competition where poets get on a stage and perform their poems that are then judged. At Capital Slam there is a 3 minute time limit for poems, poems are judged by randomly selected members of the audience on a scale of 1-10 and there are 2 rounds. You can write about anything and perform however you like. I’ve been to quite a few poetry slams mostly in Toronto and I’m usually blown away by the talent and content of the poems. I would say the best poetry slam I’ve been to was for Unity Charity in Toronto a few years back. I was astonished by the age of most contestants, the delivery and style of poems , lyricism and ultimately the impact they had on me. For the longest time I’ve wanted to perform in competitions and even though I never did I thank Unity Charity for giving me a start in spoken word and for exposing me to the culture and letting me get of taste of the community I one day hope to be a part of. The poetry scene in Toronto is really bumping and since I’ve come to Ottawa, I’ve hoped to get connected with the poetry scene here. Unfortunately I haven’t gotten around to it and haven’t had much luck. Personally, from what I’ve seen there isn’t as large of a platform for this art form here… yet. I know there are events that take place around the city, I may be mistaken but it’s hard to find accurate information and details online regarding these events. I will continue to look around and update. If anyone out there knows of any poetry slams going on in the greater Ottawa area feel free to give me a shout!
Poems
The Hour to Begin
To my brothers and sisters who are in hiding
Broad daylight is no longer safe
Stay where you are
We’ve been waiting but it is not yet the hour
Love Couldn’t Love Her

Love couldn’t love her
Love never saw her worthy
It found her heart already too weak too small
Too cold and too lifeless
Shes now labels herself heartless
Love couldn’t love her
Shepherdless
https://soundcloud.com/elisabeth-clarke-768085108/shepherdless
Now this is a generation that was meant to be heard
But it’s like shepherds trade their sticks for whips to beat youth with tongue lashes
We’re a blind herd trying to be led safely to our caskets
Our dreams weigh clouds down to earth
They burst and fill the sky with bright lights of visions just like fireworks
A colourful release of breath to give life to a once dead generation
Choked up in need of the Heimlich
Blown into the winds of desperation
Colours of the aurora borealis setting fire to idle minds
Their fingertips feel alive like an 87 year old woman cured from arthritis
Your bones feel ignited
Ambition is resuscitated
No chance of a reoccurring indictment