Tuesday, 21 March 2023

At Desk

A lightness to the morning

A slimness to my arse

Writing on the keyboard

With a whiff of farce

I decide to eat some breakfast

a banana and some bread

it's all that I can manage

'cos the cat needs to be fed

In a moment I might get up

and make a cup of tea

I  am spontaneous like that

It is what makes me - me

But now the cat is mewling

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and walked across the keys

My poetry is gruelling

And can bring me to my knees

I may have to do some meditating

and write some lines on that

but it's hard to hear my Mantra

above the chirping of the cat.

So I might push my chair back

and contemplate my lunch

I can get another stanza in

Before I stop for Brunch.

Hoovering

The Silver Machine

sits sulking in a                                                                     corner

Yes Sir

Yes Sir

The Hoover Bag's Full Sir

I untangle the cord

umbilical-like, it curls itself around the foetus of my reluctant paw....

Insistent, I continue,

Plug in and push

push push push push

I hoover up the dead and dying detritus of my life.

Now for the Ironing......

Strictly Come Flouncing

Short Term

Memory Loss of Slave Ships

Short Skirt

Dental Floss and Suede Hips

You know of Deprivation

I'll give you Alliteration

You smell of Plantations

I ooze Citations

You Want Bob Marley

Well I have an MA

You say Potato

I mention Raleigh

You have your Rap

But I have no Rhyme for That

My Experience is Intenser

I Protest through MENSA.



This poem didnt make it into my collection Me - The Sub-Urban Worrier and the Heat of Protest - to find out what did look at the page I wrote for myself on PikaWeedia.

The Poem Within

I feel a drowiness

As if of Hemlock I have Drunk

The tiny
yet insistent

Flutter....

A Lacewing in my Mind.

I am With Poem.

It GROWS

and             s    l   o   w   s   

My senses

The Poem Within

Will Out.

I fall back, panting,

heaving.....

As I imagine
You
aRE
nOw.

Words Up

Words Up

and

d
ow
n

How Do we Choose

The right Noun

How to keep hold of slippery sliding skateboard riding runaway everyday hurt your head dread
full
words

That come back and                                                                                  echo

to haunt taunt flaunt you.

I chose these.

Ode to Ode

As I step gracelessly

                               from one                



                                   p                    o                    e                      m


to
another


I realise that

I am consumed by the poet within

greedily feasting on my fat words and sticky jammy thoughts

like a  monstrous

T

    A

            P

                       E

W

           O

                       R


                                  M


that sheds its pearls

one
segment
at
a
time.
         

Lighter Than Air

Hovering

Wispily

Around the space between this poem


and the next


I found myself

Suddenly

betweenarockandahardplace

crushed
senseless
and
only


barely able to

write this.


I offer it to you.......


like a day old sandwich.