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She Be a Poet: What They Say…

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What they say matters if telling is in truth,

You think yourself well covered but you don’t see what they do.

What they say sends lightening volts, thunder taps your brain,

You thought yourself recovered but you need to think again.

What they say can’t touch you, prick your skin and you will bleed,

Your thoughts will manifest again in loneliness , double speed.

What they say, if they mean well, is only for the good,

You see them only in clear light, free from shrouded hood.

I somehow asked their opinion, telepathically perhaps?

My energy drew questions, momentary lapse?

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014

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She Be a Poet – In My Room

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I hide in my room from noise I can’t bare  to hear,

I close the door, my own company near.

I talk to myself sometimes, is that weird?

Maybe so but who will know.

Solitude it seems is my true friend sometimes,

My choice so no one else to blame.

I hold myself captive, locked away,

My cell is a room full of books and dismay.

To break out would mean I would have to face,

A world which is harsh, I don’t want that embrace.

Time is ticking, the clock is slow,

I wait for the hand that strikes,

To awaken my soul.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014

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She Be a Poet – Moonstruck

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Something came over me, my emotions high

It struck me all of a sudden, super moon in the sky.

Blinded at first by foliage, green leaves and robust bark

My struggle to see super moon in the dark.

Fixed and undeterred, my feet unable to move

Toes stuck like needles in a revolving groove.

Transfixed my eyes are swaying, through clouds and pesky branches

I decide my fate is out there so I stand and take my chances.

Super moon had planned for me, a night spent by the window

Lovely and beguiling, I can hear the wind blow.

The clearing of the clouds made way, the brightest opal

Super moon appeared to me, I begin to fall.

I feel a pang a tingling in my mind, something’s about to change,

Moonstruck the voice arrives to me, through the wind, it calls my name.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014