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She Be a Poet – The Social Distance Blues

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I haven’t hugged a soul for weeks, or called them ‘Darling’, that’s their name

The Social distance blues are real and shitty who’s to blame?

Daily mindful mantras start with hashtag please #bekind

Wander in woods my therapy, leafy footsteps chakras aligned

Netflix is my closest friend, on-screen pleasures, hidden gems

Cover me in popcorn son of Uhtred, Viking trends

HIIT I breathe in fresher air, mother earth environment bliss

Round and round she goes, sun-kissed

She spins

She keeps on spinning.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2020

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She Be a Poet – STOP!

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Gods of war lost their manners ripping worlds apart,

Shameful, stood there watching mothers crippled dreams way from the start,

Guilty of walking past, the tears that burn the streets,

Why do you pick up the pace of ignorance?

Why don’t you slow down?

Why don’t you stop?

Why don’t you please ask?

Remove your mask…

Blades they bleed of grief not glory.

End of story. 

© Michelle Sotiriou 2019

Poem, poetry

She Be a Poet – She’s Up!

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She wakes up in her frosty sheets, bed socks they’re kind of fun,

Not fetching or seductive, but they’ll do before the sun.

She opens one eye warily, she knows the day it waits,

Snooze button best invention, a cuckoo she would hate.

Moving from her haven, duvet dreams and pillow promise,

Reaching for the kettle, yeh she’s up, you know she’s on this!

Music is now blaring, sod the neighbours, morning rave,

Brushing teeth to Barry, “Can’t get enough of your love, babe”.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2015

Poem, poetry

She Be a Poet – Explosive Superstar

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I can’t go there, you know that place, endless darkness devoid of grace.

I can’t go there, harsh wilderness, splintered tree, roots exposed longing to grow free.

I can’t go there, I refuse to cling, fingertips they slip, losing grip of me.

I can’t go there, backward travel, known path, I’ve seen it all before, diabolical past.

I can’t go there but I am here, the stand I take so not to fall, I dither, maddening fear.

I can’t go there, deceptive Shangri-La, I wait for supernova, explosive superstar.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2015