I, woman, by Pamela Ireland Duffy

I am not a silent poet

Silence!
I’m speaking
I, woman
naked
before the mirror
of truth
no disguise
no make-up
no emperor’s wife’s
new clothes
emperor – ha!
no more emperors
no more sun kings
this is an age
of moon goddesses
and you
ridiculous little man
without me
you were never even born
silence, spermatozoid
silence
I’m singing
I, woman
naked and proud
singing the moon
in triumph
at the origin of the world.

On March 1st 2017, the Polish MEP Janusz Korwin-Mikke, said in the European Parliament that women are weaker, smaller, and less intelligent than men.
‘The Origin of the World’ by Gustave Courbet 1866, is in the Musée d’Orsay.

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Lenin’s statue is dead, by Ananya S Guha

I am not a silent poet

Lenin’s statue

is dead

it no longer lives

in a world where

even statues are

killed.

The triumph of death.

Elections don’t end

in winning, there

must be antidotes to

living

see the skull of a statue

in preparedness of

a funereal choice.

..

Lenin’s statue is dead

the funeral is over

but the curfew to mock

the dead is still on.

Still on.

Lenin’s statue is proven

dead. Only the blood

does not cut stones.

..

(After the dismantling of Lenin’s statue in Tripura India on 6.3.017, as a result of  the electoral defeat of the Left Front government there).

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Snarl by Cath Campbell

I am not a silent poet

She sits before a roaring spitting fire,
witters on about her bumbling vision,
while outside the Westminster bubble
twenty souls buy the everlasting bus,
go from living rough enough, to dying
against church doors, car park walls,
hidden alleyways and shopping malls.
Cruel uninvited guest, white death calls,
but moon howls, and the grey wolf snarls.

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