poet

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Today I will Write

Today I will write.
I will not believe housework
is more urgent.
I will ignore the ironing.

I will not notice the birds
in the garden searching for food
in the sun.
I will not stop to eat.
I will be focussed on my craft.

I will not remember
that I have forgotten
to water the plants.
I will not remember
that I need to pay that bill. Today.

I will not feel uncomfortable,
Frumpy,
Hot, or cold,
and need to change my clothes.
Nor will I waste my time
inspecting the mirror
to try and find a mature pensmith.
(or waste even more time
attempting to tame the old woman’s hair).

Today I will be inspired.
Today I will be focussed.
Today I will write.

But first
I need a cup of tea.

And maybe some cake.

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Open Mic Night

Retro microphone on stage in restaurant. Blurred background

The poet shouts
a staccato storm of
savage words
while the herd
their boozy chatter briefly silenced
listen without hearing 

the carefully constructed string of accusations
spat in disdain
of their vitality
in the diseased society
that she curses and decries
with every hissing predication 

powerful and passionate
she fiercely pleads for action
for the hoard to rise
and reject the captains
who steer this broken sphere
where poverty and war endure 

Finally she ceases
scowling and sweaty
drops the mic and bows
while the crowd
turn back to their beery cheers
and laughter