Short Home Office Poems

pots of very hot tea
silence
dog on the quilt in my bed
rests his head on my lap
MAC, workbooks, spread around
writing
answering
students are sleepy, clients are lazy
rain smudges my outdoor view
close my eyes rest back on the pillows
cant move
but why should I
a rare and perfect day...

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When do we knock off?
Home offices, not for toffs,
I stagger to the desktop,
Yikes, another job!
Guess it won't take me long,
Piss off my phone, should be my song,
We can afford gas for cars vehicular,
But not allowed anywhere particular,
So, we work in the home office,
Jobs designed for masochists!...

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photography 
needed a dark room
poetry
had to have a home office
dogs and cats
built a compound
painting
where is my art studio?
my hobbies are a result of my obsessive personality
They usually last two years, two and a half tops
Poetry has lasted four, and painting has lasted six
These two are the exceptions
Maybe because I was always looking for them...

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High above clouds
You flew
Radar focusing beneath
In search of prey.

Image fell on screen
One walking in  haste
His head bowed down
Wondering at
Mismatching arithmetic
At home, office
Breaking his back
To meet ends both
Nebulous mind.

Flare in your eyes
Like a diving bird
Impertinent crash landing
Sharp claws clung
An ascension with prey
Into unreachable heights
Vanishing into thin blue.

A quill is shed
Life drops dead....

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“What’s One?”

Guru of algebra: One is One.
Suffrage agitator: One is vote.
Labour party leader: “Claps” is ONE.
Conservative party leader: ONE is “claps”. 
Egalitarian: One is ANY.
Sociologist: One is many.
Psychiatrist: One is hidden.
Philosopher: One is what.
Brother polygamist: One is a quarter.
Dictator: 1 is I.
Home Office Minister: ONE is who.
Poet: two are halves of one.

						Tunis, March 2010
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Home is the place to be,
Except for mess, you see,
Woke up, my hair's a mess,
Fat hips a mess, I confess,
Craft den's a mess,
Home office mess bless,
Clutter made this clutter,
Simple swearing I do utter,
Went to sit in the sun,
Weeds making their own fun,
Mess multiplication,
Seed proliferation,
My brain's stinking thinking,
Into mess I've been sinking,
I sat down to laugh,
God bless mess and chaff,
Home is the best,
Despite all this mess!...

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The home office became synonymous with covid. Men built desks, for their wives, with their bare hands. Once again, a hammer and nails, took to a tree. Once again, and perhaps, for such a time as this, a husband found out just how hard at work his wife truly is.

—quote by poet

Taking Licks

Lily licks my hand
with tiny sandpaper tongue
as far as it goes
fur’s unruffled on desk shelf
on tenterhooks, daughter works
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