30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

2-10

So many treats
and colors galore
so dangerous to visit
the grocery store
when you're hungry
it's tough to obey the list
before you know it
you've picked up this
and that
and this
take it all home
hope it all fits in the fridge

1/18

Nota Cloud in the Sky

Birds sing outside my window, cheerful
songs to welcome a fresh rising sun,
how simple the life of a sparrow,
how precious the start of a new day.

Up, out of bed, peer out, happy smile
for a bright morning begun, clear skys
announcing day, warm and beguiling,
even yawns sound the softest of sighs.

Dress lightly, just t-shirt, old blue jeans,
sun glasses to hide eyes from the glare
barefoot 'cross the yards carpet of green
breathe the scent of fresh spring in the air.

cherish this lovely blue gift and pray
tomorrow brings the same kind of day.

1-6

Why when

Why when my car breaks down does it happen when someone else is driving?

2016-1-11

Snow Whisperer

Softly bleed, not this hemorrhage that scours
the air with wind and leaves us craving heat.
Instead drift lazy to the earth like flowers'
petals shed to litter my world with sweet.
Keep falling down to drape my lawn with white
cliche. Renew the ragged, wrinkled face,
scarred with dog tumbles of chilled delight;
littered with scant patterns of frosty lace,
then rest. Sleep bowered on your pillowed breast
until springtide days cause winter's retreat
and robins return to freshen their nests
courting their mates that they're eager to greet.
But for now dear snow fall a few more hours
foreshadowing green leaves and April showers.

1-1

2-11

Walking with splintered joints
those laced lined cracks
of a garden gnome put back together
with superglue

no matter how good the glue
no matter how good the repairers eye
those cracks are still there

and they ache
as bad as arthritic limbs
hurt like fresh breaks in every step

I stand,
carry the hurt and pain
behind a crooked smile
and a laugh
if you listen closely that laugh
is cracked too

I wonder how every one would react
if I just fell apart

2 - 10

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if we are lucky enough to endure
persist in breathing into adult years
the cracks start to show
whether from unseen flaws
that fracture the delicacy of our vessel
in life's firing process
or from the clumsy treatment
of careless hands

when we find the one
(or strength to find ourselves)
strange alchemy binds us
makes us whole
all the more beautiful
for cracks we're not afraid to show

2-11

Surprise

Bejewelled and sparkling
green, slyly nestled
just barely hidden
between, patiently
waiting to be seen
when gleaming eyes
spy my rosy upturned
a smile cracks your cheeks

1/19

Hazardous Conditions, (the crack up)

Her smile trembled on pursed lips
threatened to slip the shaky grip,
held by sheer will alone
and the internal mantra chanted
to keep a mind occupied,
eyes closed tight against the danger
of another sight

dontlookatit, dontlookatit...

but the
strange geometry and tattoo
which read,
dangerous curve ahead,
was
etched in living colors,
burned a vision in her head,
as she
waited for him to see,
placed most prominently,
her own tag, inked delicately,
slippery when wet,
wondering if his funny bone
would still stay errect
when he spotted the certainty
of their impending wreck

1-2

2016-1-12

Beer on the Beach

You sipped your cool lager and explained
that this virtual hoppy brew was better
than any you'd taken at poolside in "RL"
because here, you're sharing it with me

That makes me smile to imagine you and I,
from such different realities, virtual
or here in the harsh world of bio-avatars,
could get a beer buzz so early in the day.

2-12

Slid onto the marble bench top
its swirls and patterns sparkle
a white plate with black whorls
highlight a poached egg, handful of raspberries
and a slice of wheat toast

let's time skip a little bit
when I look up and you smile
that grin flirts with the memory of
where we've just been

when I slid up behind you
and we watched in the
mirror's reflection
the silk ties slide
open
the soft fabric flutters over your
now swollen nipples
my hands explore you
as if I am blind
and every millimetre must be burned
into my fingertips
so that next time I grasp myself
I will feel you

the way the heat of my breath burns at your neck

the way the heat of you
engulfs me
and I stare into your eyes in the mirror
my fingers find their way
down the marbled surface of alabaster skin
your eyes close
and you bite the pink raspberry
surface of your lip

My knife slices gently into the soft poached egg
its gooey centre spills all over my plate
a wet offering that

Mmmmm your purr humms
out as you spill you wet liquid all over
my exploring fingers
your body as tense as polished
granite
your teeth sink into my arm
the one that had you pinned to me exposed

and as you bend down to grab some milk from the lowest shelf

I remember you bent
grasping the vanity
as I stared into your eyes
waiting for that look as I pierced your
flesh and you ran all over me

Fuck, that's good breakfast
I smile, as I lick my lips
of the last remnants of yolk
and prepare to
feel the sweet juice of raspberries flood my
tongue.

1-7

Ear Worms

Rhinestone Cowboy this morning
no idea why Glen came to mind
and if he did,
I’d have thought it
would be Wichita.
I mean if it’s cowboy
I’d rather roam the Alleys of Austin
To find my cosmic souvenir
a thousand different colors of grey
at least I have the record.

2-12 Oh, hell it's twelve (a.m., almost) - Rictameter

Bugger
it all, there is
always something that needs
fixing, the work is never done
misspelled words, wayward commas, maybe this
could be cut, or moved over here
what about tense? I'm not
tense at all, oh
bugger!

1/20

Subjective

Life is a surreal journey,
from birth to death we progress,
barbarians to aliens,
larva to dust,
aquiring knowledge in our time spent on Earth,
by the time we get it right it's over.

A mystical excursion is death,
sometimes begun with fear and aversion,
sometimes blessed relief,
escaping with the belief of another life,
hoping we're correct in the assumption
that blind faith will see us through
survivals ultimate complication.

3 - 1

stepped on a snake
cracked its back
sent me tumbling
back to start again
hoping to throw a six
or land on a lucky ladder
to climb
level to level
trusting the rungs beneath my feet
not to snap

i hope the snake forgives
these heavy feet

2016-1-13

Getting Better

I'm not my best today
but it could be worse.
Don't ask me how,
I'm not tuned to these things.

I don't remember hunger,
I've wiped those memories
clean. I'd bet we were,
my family, hard times got through

When I was a baby and as I grew
I remember hand-me-downs
and rummage sale finds good
enough for play, if not school.

Five And Dime shoes were new
they gave me blisters on my feet,
cheap clothes fit my growing body
poorly and made me a target for bullies

Who didn't know the pain of hunger,
unless sent to bed without supper
because they played too long,
but not because there was nothing.

I don't remember hunger.
I guess that's all for the best.

1-3

And that's the end of the story as I see it, he said,
leaning forward to cradle his head in his hands.
I could see he was moved by it,
even edging on despair.
But before I could commiserate,
he heaved himself to his feet and shuffled away
leaving me wondering where it would all end,
and doubting if he even knew himself.

2-13

Denimn mini skirt
legs, are that australian surfer tan
the one that hues skin a shade of desire
darker
deeper than skin

two straps hold back
the swell of your breasts
how easy it would be to hook
my fingers in and tear it away
flimsy ma3erial that is denying me
a taste of your nirvana

I stand
a man torn by desire
to tear your clothes from your body
to ravish the demands your flesh is making

to leap into the ocean and see if I can swim
in your depths
and if I drown
it will be with a smile
on my face

2-13

The picture out of my window
is rainy and grey
leaves me craving something more
something sunny and warm
like your summer smile
a little too much sun on your nose
the salt of your skin
left by the ocean's spray
with a grin and a sigh
I shake the image away
spread some avocado on toast
as close as I'll get to sun today

1-8

a crisp cold morning
scattered grey clouds tinged with pink
greet the rising sun

1/21

Haicool

Snow covered pear tree
winter blows goodbye kisses
blossoms drift, cold March

2016-1-14

Waking Up

The song of the cat calling for food
stirs my calm and brings me forward
to wake and then awareness
slips between my thighs to remind
me of our conversation

you promised supple strength
your tongue delving into my mouth
along these curves to crest
with holding me close beneath
your strength and whispering
flex of hips and torso a horizontal
belly dance of seduction and allure

we sang our own song calling
for sustenance of another kind
when I finally came down
my sleep was filled with imaginings
of us that left a dream slick wetness
on my creases trapped between
my thighs and found this morning.

3 - 2


find the number
call the number
number's not answering
waiting, waiting
cut off, re-dial
number's not answering
waiting, more waiting
cut-off, re-dial
short-cut the system
wrong department (yes, right)
can you put me through
where i want, pretty please
thankyou
at last, here's a person
but so softly spoken
sneezing and coughing
poor girl is quite ill
seems it's all done
certificate-thingy
online now so guides me
to where i should be
however, the service
is currently unavailable
so she takes all my details
they'll ring me back soon....



if life is a poem
it's written in red scrawl
i'd sooner just go there
and pay what is called for
so now the poor sick girl
all sneezy and sweating
is registrar-chasing
and probably cursing
my name as she does it
between using tissues
what is it with websites
for /dot.gov-ernment issues?

:waitsonphonecall:

1-4
For Todski ........... Ode to a butt plug

My thick and rubber friend,
smooth tapered anal plug,
how I love your presence
fitting oh so snug!
So when I sit upon my seat
and do a subtle grind
I feel so very naughty
no-one knows what's up behind.
I can wriggle in the train
or extended in my car,
though at traffic lights be careful
you don't pop a jerk too far!
And when I get at last to work
I just chasse, what a farce
that no-one knows I'm smiling
from what's stuck up my arse!