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The Curse Of Poets Cats And Birds

I need to be working,
and to be honest I can't wait to write this,

But I really should be,
washing and drying the odd dish,

And the words they keep coming,

Heart strings are strumming,

Fingers are drumming,

And I really need to be doing my chores soon.

The log pile's depleted,

The garden defeated,

The cat's run away with the last spoon.

It's trying to open a tin.

It's looking quite thin.

And outside the birds are plumply bouncing about,

I'll just let the cat out,

and quickly give birth to the curse of poet's cats and birds,

Pop out a few words.

Submitted: Saturday, September 21, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013

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Written in response to the wonderful poem Prenatal Pangs written by Valsa George.

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  • S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (9/30/2013 12:38:00 AM)

    Oh boy i can relate to d timeconsuming writin work n here in my case too so many feel neglectd becoz of it.
    A splendid job with d poem, thumbs up esp likd d strumming drummin line. And thnx.

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  • Hazel Durham (9/27/2013 5:34:00 AM)

    So true poetry does take over our lives and mundane tasks are forgotten about in the pursuit of creativity!
    Great write!

  • Valerie Dohren (9/22/2013 12:42:00 PM)

    Poetry does tend to take over one's life - good write Anthony.

  • Danny Draper (9/22/2013 9:19:00 AM)

    Words distract we in confide
    Things put off undone chide
    We write instead ignoring pride
    Cursed tidiness creativity denied.

    Felines swirl winged curl
    Verse transpired a glorious thing
    Dust resettles on dull chores anew
    O'er and o'er slavery ever through.

    Poems call in arc and swirl
    Tumble lips uncrumpled coil
    Each unique in joy's display
    Kiss the sun flying it away.

    Hexed darkness trio nod
    Tripped phrase by lips unshod
    Dance and race smash ignite
    Salty bitter septic wounded bite.

    Raged fire o' hungry tongue
    Arced swirls o' syllables numb
    Heart to head lip to hand
    Engulfing desire unplanned.

    Cursed is the poet, cat and bird
    Ignoring notional dreaming song
    Tedious labor over art is wrong
    Silent noise stark scribbled long.

  • Lyn Paul (9/22/2013 5:46:00 AM)

    I have not read Valsa's but I find theses words full of fun. Great humour

  • Valsa George (9/21/2013 9:39:00 PM)

    Hmmm...... Oh, I feel so much honoured! ! Thank you Anthony... Thanks once again! !

    I feel you're now in labour
    Don't feel encumbered like a jailor
    Release the words that come crowding
    Let them flow in torrents, flooding
    So that newer n' newer poems are born
    And make the readers minds churn

    But beware of the cat which comes prowling
    To eat away your canned fish, mewing! !

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