30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)
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Forty seven bilingual books
(English/Arabic, English/Spanish,
English/Bengali, English/Vietnamese),
were stacked on my desk on Friday morning.
Two remain: the two of my students
who were absent will get them Monday.
As the other 45 picked, I took out a pen.
My name? In Pen?
I get to keep this? they asked.
I am sending my neice books for Christmas, too.
I don't expect her eyes to shine nearly as much.
Mary Magdalene was a whore.
I'm just a teacher.
Forty seven bilingual books
(English/Arabic, English/Spanish,
English/Bengali, English/Vietnamese),
were stacked on my desk on Friday morning.
Two remain: the two of my students
who were absent will get them Monday.
As the other 45 picked, I took out a pen.
My name? In Pen?
I get to keep this? they asked.
I am sending my neice books for Christmas, too.
I don't expect her eyes to shine nearly as much.
Mary Magdalene was a whore.
I'm just a teacher.
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Remec
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Family reunions are a little clumsy
There's an excitement that
comes from finally seeing
people you care about in the flesh,
as opposed to photos or maybe
videos--the occasional Skype chat, even
but it soon winds down into
an awkward sort of feeling as you try
to rediscover how everyone fits
together with one another,
and how they don't.
Last time, I passed the time sitting and
drinking a screwdriver slowly from a tall glass
that obscured what was in it, but a cousin
picked up on it when she gave me a
hug and smooch that we both opened our mouths
a little more than cousins probably should,
sharing the sweet orange taste and the harsher bite
of the vodka until it slipped away and all I
was left with was the taste of her mouth,
which stirred me up to the point
that I had to go get a fresh drink to
settle myself back down again
Family reunions are a little clumsy
There's an excitement that
comes from finally seeing
people you care about in the flesh,
as opposed to photos or maybe
videos--the occasional Skype chat, even
but it soon winds down into
an awkward sort of feeling as you try
to rediscover how everyone fits
together with one another,
and how they don't.
Last time, I passed the time sitting and
drinking a screwdriver slowly from a tall glass
that obscured what was in it, but a cousin
picked up on it when she gave me a
hug and smooch that we both opened our mouths
a little more than cousins probably should,
sharing the sweet orange taste and the harsher bite
of the vodka until it slipped away and all I
was left with was the taste of her mouth,
which stirred me up to the point
that I had to go get a fresh drink to
settle myself back down again
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the snap filmed capture
lights adrenaline lust
because we last forever
however we are
despite how we [now] are
however long there are eyes
witnessing the
breasts dimpled by fingers clutched
into cages
it shows here and here and here
how hard you were
in possession of my softness
the snap filmed capture
lights adrenaline lust
because we last forever
however we are
despite how we [now] are
however long there are eyes
witnessing the
breasts dimpled by fingers clutched
into cages
it shows here and here and here
how hard you were
in possession of my softness
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Remec
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It wasn't much of a silent night,
The evening echoed with jingling bells;
We were glad to answer, to the ringer's delight
it wasn't much of a silent night,
but dinner was nice, a welcome respite,
from humdrum fare--like cheese and shells.
It wasn't much of a silent night,
The evening echoed with jingling bells.
It wasn't much of a silent night,
The evening echoed with jingling bells;
We were glad to answer, to the ringer's delight
it wasn't much of a silent night,
but dinner was nice, a welcome respite,
from humdrum fare--like cheese and shells.
It wasn't much of a silent night,
The evening echoed with jingling bells.
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Helicopters hovered
scrutinizing from above.
I believed, I believed, I swear I believed
that the best of us is love.
I believed in love.
But the shot rang.
Then the cops came.
Then the choir sang.
I believe, I believe, I believe.
Now the bridge breaks
and the leak lakes.
Yet still I swear
I believe I believe, I believe
In us.
In you.
I believe in love.
Helicopters hovered
scrutinizing from above.
I believed, I believed, I swear I believed
that the best of us is love.
I believed in love.
But the shot rang.
Then the cops came.
Then the choir sang.
I believe, I believe, I believe.
Now the bridge breaks
and the leak lakes.
Yet still I swear
I believe I believe, I believe
In us.
In you.
I believe in love.
Remec
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The moment hung in my
head, sitting just behind my
lids as I dozed with one of
our songs flowing over the
headphones,
Nostalgia has always been
the worst emotional state for me,
it screws with my seasonal
respiratory allergies something
terrible, but not as terrible
as allowing the thoughts to
finally go their way and just
dissipate into hazy
dreams,
memories as opposed to
recordings.
The moment hung in my
head, sitting just behind my
lids as I dozed with one of
our songs flowing over the
headphones,
Nostalgia has always been
the worst emotional state for me,
it screws with my seasonal
respiratory allergies something
terrible, but not as terrible
as allowing the thoughts to
finally go their way and just
dissipate into hazy
dreams,
memories as opposed to
recordings.
playcatch
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We chose a smooth approach
to the evening, skirting its bell,
skating bronze loops
within the closing embrace
of the sky's sunset sleeves.
In this orbit, there is no North,
no South, nor East. We're merely
closer or further.
When we seem furthest, the whole
bell has swung
enough to clang
and clang back. Even distance--
cyclical, temporary. Gravity
trumps all.
We chose a smooth approach
to the evening, skirting its bell,
skating bronze loops
within the closing embrace
of the sky's sunset sleeves.
In this orbit, there is no North,
no South, nor East. We're merely
closer or further.
When we seem furthest, the whole
bell has swung
enough to clang
and clang back. Even distance--
cyclical, temporary. Gravity
trumps all.
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It Begins In Lines
It begins in lines
that wriggle and roll,
lines that wind up
and down from other lines
that cross or not
lines broken or flat
out going nowhere
but back
on themselves.
Such a welter of lines
all colors too, black
green and blue plenty
of blue but just
a hot mess a mass
like a child's scribble
unless you pull back,
take a wider view
and see it's a map.
(Is it a treasure map? Aren't they all if you know where to look?)
Isn't every map
some kind of a book
of roads and rivers?
And don't forget tracks
or the people
who live on either side,
those who stay
and those who leave
insisting they'll never
come back.
Think of those lines,
of their power to bring
someone home
or take them away.
Maybe it's you
who is leaving.
Maybe not today but eventually
everyone gets in the weeds
so believe me
you're gonna need
that map.
It Begins In Lines
It begins in lines
that wriggle and roll,
lines that wind up
and down from other lines
that cross or not
lines broken or flat
out going nowhere
but back
on themselves.
Such a welter of lines
all colors too, black
green and blue plenty
of blue but just
a hot mess a mass
like a child's scribble
unless you pull back,
take a wider view
and see it's a map.
(Is it a treasure map? Aren't they all if you know where to look?)
Isn't every map
some kind of a book
of roads and rivers?
And don't forget tracks
or the people
who live on either side,
those who stay
and those who leave
insisting they'll never
come back.
Think of those lines,
of their power to bring
someone home
or take them away.
Maybe it's you
who is leaving.
Maybe not today but eventually
everyone gets in the weeds
so believe me
you're gonna need
that map.
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Neonurotic
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2:1 #WordsToKill2015
Girl says I'm is cra-cra but loves her boo anyway.
Not too long ago we were quit.
She seen my new status, a selfie
of a look-a-like Kim twerking my junk.
With all her girls,Twittersphere blew up:
#boyyerintrouble
then my bae tweets, "get your hands off him,
he's my man!!! #kardashianfakeasshoe"
But my python still wants some
so I hack her, I know what she likes,
it's enhanced interrogation,
major bootie kissing, making her #OMG
rolled up together in a Polar Vortex.
Now there's some vine of the epic
XXX somewhere on Youtube,
armatures gone viral.
She's proud of that baby bump.
But what she don't know, is good for me,
she's dumped. I found my wannabe Mylie,
she's the hottest bitch in this place
swagged in my shirts, already Blurred Lines.
Girl says I'm is cra-cra but loves her boo anyway.
Not too long ago we were quit.
She seen my new status, a selfie
of a look-a-like Kim twerking my junk.
With all her girls,Twittersphere blew up:
#boyyerintrouble
then my bae tweets, "get your hands off him,
he's my man!!! #kardashianfakeasshoe"
But my python still wants some
so I hack her, I know what she likes,
it's enhanced interrogation,
major bootie kissing, making her #OMG
rolled up together in a Polar Vortex.
Now there's some vine of the epic
XXX somewhere on Youtube,
armatures gone viral.
She's proud of that baby bump.
But what she don't know, is good for me,
she's dumped. I found my wannabe Mylie,
she's the hottest bitch in this place
swagged in my shirts, already Blurred Lines.
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champagne1982
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Hung Over Morning
I checked the coffee line and know that boy
didn't get home last night he was busy.
Still drunk, he wakes it up with sugared
caffeine and a smoke, sittin' out in the car.
It's a wonder he's still got a girl at home,
who stays up late and worries over that man
when he don't call and let her know. No shame -
it wasn't in a bar where he spent the night.
A man don't get that funk smudging up the air
all around his space at a bar and yet, he's going
to take that nasty left-over home to the girl
he'll lie to when she asks him to tell her straight;
and because she's scared and too proud to go
she'll listen and nod and try to believe.
Hung Over Morning
I checked the coffee line and know that boy
didn't get home last night he was busy.
Still drunk, he wakes it up with sugared
caffeine and a smoke, sittin' out in the car.
It's a wonder he's still got a girl at home,
who stays up late and worries over that man
when he don't call and let her know. No shame -
it wasn't in a bar where he spent the night.
A man don't get that funk smudging up the air
all around his space at a bar and yet, he's going
to take that nasty left-over home to the girl
he'll lie to when she asks him to tell her straight;
and because she's scared and too proud to go
she'll listen and nod and try to believe.
Trixareforkids
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2:2 Beloved
It swells in the chest
and fills to the point of spilling
it cannot be contained
I find I can smile through
but who I see is blurred
she's a blonde star
dancing across an ebon sky
Then all the light falls
on her, an angel with halo firing
the wide world
opening, hallelujah
It swells in the chest
and fills to the point of spilling
it cannot be contained
I find I can smile through
but who I see is blurred
she's a blonde star
dancing across an ebon sky
Then all the light falls
on her, an angel with halo firing
the wide world
opening, hallelujah
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Angeline
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Use your imagination
when you look at a map.
Get close enough
to picture a train
on a track. Hear that
clatter? That steady
clack that announces
itself before a long
long train comes
whooshing by with a long
long load of passengers,
and freight, silver sleepers,
diners, the convivial club,
the swaying corridors
and hubs, public and private
cars roll on
humanity packed in boxes
hooked together at reckless
spaces in-between
where the night blows in.
Who watches a train roll deep
in the map and the night?
Maybe an owl,
a cop at a crossroads.
Maybe no one knows
that fading whistle
blows but a sideways moon,
grinning through the trees.
Use your imagination
when you look at a map.
Get close enough
to picture a train
on a track. Hear that
clatter? That steady
clack that announces
itself before a long
long train comes
whooshing by with a long
long load of passengers,
and freight, silver sleepers,
diners, the convivial club,
the swaying corridors
and hubs, public and private
cars roll on
humanity packed in boxes
hooked together at reckless
spaces in-between
where the night blows in.
Who watches a train roll deep
in the map and the night?
Maybe an owl,
a cop at a crossroads.
Maybe no one knows
that fading whistle
blows but a sideways moon,
grinning through the trees.
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January - month of journeys started,
resolutions discarded; what am I, five?
I've made my bed of shit and now I lie
in it.
I watched his personality split, like a zipper.
History stopped with the punches,
a page turned.
Can we hit restart now?
January - month of journeys started,
resolutions discarded; what am I, five?
I've made my bed of shit and now I lie
in it.
I watched his personality split, like a zipper.
History stopped with the punches,
a page turned.
Can we hit restart now?
champagne1982
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New Beginnings
i - A thought
cliché sparked in the back of a mind
backlit with brilliant tracks of magnesium
sparklers leaving red trails of retina burn
ii - An action
spoken louder than the words it takes
to say your feelings of anything of what
makes you perform for the empaths here
iii - A word
in the right ear will get things done on time
with ease and without ever having to say
you're sorry since someone else said it all
iv - A wish
for selfish things that will bring a smile to faces
sombre with events outside of our control
time to move on and start where you left off.
New Beginnings
i - A thought
cliché sparked in the back of a mind
backlit with brilliant tracks of magnesium
sparklers leaving red trails of retina burn
ii - An action
spoken louder than the words it takes
to say your feelings of anything of what
makes you perform for the empaths here
iii - A word
in the right ear will get things done on time
with ease and without ever having to say
you're sorry since someone else said it all
iv - A wish
for selfish things that will bring a smile to faces
sombre with events outside of our control
time to move on and start where you left off.
legerdemer
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1 - 2 Seeds of doubt
Words sometimes skip like stones across the surface of a limpid lake
each kiss makes rippling waves, the peaks and valleys that reverberate.
Or they can surf like a leaf fallen from a weeping willow,
connecting all points between here and there.
They can whisper like feathers across skin warmed by an evening fire,
or a glass of brandy's liquid heat.
Convey love, banish doubt and fear.
Those words warm me from the inside out and outside in.
But when contempt scorches all in its path,
cuts swaths of ice, carves an abyss between you and I,
Do I distrust them and the love they bring?
If I forgive you and you forgive me,
is that bridge enough to walk across the fallow field, plowed under,
burned in the winter, awaiting seeds of love in spring?
Words sometimes skip like stones across the surface of a limpid lake
each kiss makes rippling waves, the peaks and valleys that reverberate.
Or they can surf like a leaf fallen from a weeping willow,
connecting all points between here and there.
They can whisper like feathers across skin warmed by an evening fire,
or a glass of brandy's liquid heat.
Convey love, banish doubt and fear.
Those words warm me from the inside out and outside in.
But when contempt scorches all in its path,
cuts swaths of ice, carves an abyss between you and I,
Do I distrust them and the love they bring?
If I forgive you and you forgive me,
is that bridge enough to walk across the fallow field, plowed under,
burned in the winter, awaiting seeds of love in spring?
Angeline
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Daybreak Express*
Private rooms
for Duke and Lil Strays,
first-class air-conditioned
comfort for the band
is the instrument. 1936
and Duke has greatness
thrust upon him. He meets it
with a cool smile
a debonair air everything
is rolling baby
money music men
headed south
where Jim Crow
is a murderous monster,
but dollars talk louder
than hate and a train
is a talisman
on wheels.
(*to be continued)
Daybreak Express*
Private rooms
for Duke and Lil Strays,
first-class air-conditioned
comfort for the band
is the instrument. 1936
and Duke has greatness
thrust upon him. He meets it
with a cool smile
a debonair air everything
is rolling baby
money music men
headed south
where Jim Crow
is a murderous monster,
but dollars talk louder
than hate and a train
is a talisman
on wheels.
(*to be continued)
champagne1982
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Jalapeno and Avacado
Gimme green with cilantro
and lime and I'll dress it up
with plum tomatoes
and purple onion, splash salt
and earthy cumin then send
it out to dance
on crispy tortilla chips
and my tongue tip doin' salsa
shimmies and guacamole
mambo moves right down
where ass and legs meet
in an excitement twirling
me from shadow to light.
Jalapeno and Avacado
Gimme green with cilantro
and lime and I'll dress it up
with plum tomatoes
and purple onion, splash salt
and earthy cumin then send
it out to dance
on crispy tortilla chips
and my tongue tip doin' salsa
shimmies and guacamole
mambo moves right down
where ass and legs meet
in an excitement twirling
me from shadow to light.
Neonurotic
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2:3 Jr
Rain? Like rainy day?
No, R-e-i-g-n. That's his name.
That's weird
Ya, but that's what's In now
No John, Michael
or James.
Mommas and Poppas
are naming their baby boys
Legend, Major
and Nobel,
Defining words to live by
then live up to.
I shake my head, thinking
I'd hate to be named Saint,
collared with a moniker
of miracles this time
and day
because miracles are hard
to come by and a saint
has to pull two or more
(mind you, all done
several years after death).
Ya, Saint, sorry
try to live that one.
I think, mine is best.
He'll have a legacy easily lived
or choose to let live.
I hope Jr
feels the same when he
names his.
Rain? Like rainy day?
No, R-e-i-g-n. That's his name.
That's weird
Ya, but that's what's In now
No John, Michael
or James.
Mommas and Poppas
are naming their baby boys
Legend, Major
and Nobel,
Defining words to live by
then live up to.
I shake my head, thinking
I'd hate to be named Saint,
collared with a moniker
of miracles this time
and day
because miracles are hard
to come by and a saint
has to pull two or more
(mind you, all done
several years after death).
Ya, Saint, sorry
try to live that one.
I think, mine is best.
He'll have a legacy easily lived
or choose to let live.
I hope Jr
feels the same when he
names his.
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