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Danni Antagonist
Five years on since first attacking the London Poetry scene (and getting a tattoo to mark the occasion), Danni’s feature sets in 2010 have included ; Rrrants’ Bard-Aid, Utter at the Edinburgh Fringe, Aestival in Sudbury and Tongue in Chic at the Buxton Fringe. She has supported headliners such as David J, John Hegley and Elvis McGonagall. A proud Milton Keynes native, Danni, along with Fay Roberts, heads up MK’s art, slam and performance events known as Poetry Kapow!, which is having a bumper year with two sell-out extravaganza’s so far and the third, on October 15th looking to continue the success. Mostly a rhyming poet, Danni’s often vehement performances convey a passion for the rhythm of the spoken word. Her fourth mini-collection “Emotion:Memory” is currently available to buy. Some work available on http://anxag0n1st.deviantart.com and www.myspace.com/antagon1st
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Endtimes
I was the crazy one ranting on the heath About the fractured sky and the broken earth beneath. About the rushing of wings and the gnashing of teeth, And then the rains came. And those who turned to medicine got ill. The birds fell from the sky and the swine went off their swill. And each of their bugs grew stronger still And then the rains came. And when the rains came And the rivers overflowed Bridges tumbled And farmers lost the seeds they sowed. There was rage and there was darkness As infrastructure bowed And a shaken civilization Took to the road. And I had seen it all I said, But you never heard my cry. You were somehow dissuaded By that look in my eye That said “There’s no Noah now to save us Now that we’ve pissed off all on high.”
Repent! Repay for all your sin. No one believed the soothsayers Who said the sky was falling in. If you think there’s anything more that you can do Then please, give it a try. You’ll find me ranting on the heath.
Repent! For the end is nigh!
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Town Mouse
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4 AM Sunrise
I am the crow of the morning Silently observing Waiting for the carrion to fall I am twelve backs turning Since I saw you never learning I won’t hold my arms out any more I am this room’s hearts beating Ceaselessly repeating Knowing that it will be over all too soon. I am age not erasing All those playful kittens chasing Those firefly lights across the room I am the earthquake thunder That trembles coarsely under The boldest and intrepid feet alike I am the night-hawk shrieking The rhythmic climax peaking Bursting out into eternal light. And as a new day dawns outside, I am this room’s hearts beating In this perpetual night.
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