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30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

x-26

A walk to clear the head,
far a way from Bill & Ted,
Death and what's his name,
working on the good robot us's

Showdown, classic, kablooie,
nuff said

Gentle out, rain gone south,
minnow pond full to overflowing,
stones ajar, rocks in the cedar,
redneck bonsai among fossilized coral,
patina of the hill's upon them

Squishy path past the birds wing tree,
around a folding fence,
Maginot line for chickens,
on ne passe pas

ETA: no email notifications please; what a pain.
 
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13 - 2

nineteen
just 19
and lungs need more room
and pulse demands more
as an onslaught of flutterbyes
beat wings in demi-semi-quaver
trapped bodies slap against diaphragm's motion
and crazy grin erupts beneath a mad eye

meh
and then it's all calm sailing
and a steady bossa beat
or switch heads to pinstripe
or dungaree modes
quietest waters
when hands are at their dirtiest
 
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x-27

When things are on the back burner,
I tend to boil;
everything is dumped in,
stirred,
and rather than let the kettle go dry,
simply remove from heat
 
14 - 2

remember when we sat
in the darkened movie theatre
snacks at hand but your
hand my preferred choice
especially when i jumped
nearly upsetting the popcorn
and you laughed and exclaimed
Godzilla! ??

it's on tv now
matthew broderick-scaled screen
all the whizzbang sfx shrunk to size
but i can still feel the warmth of you
next to me

:heart:
 
x-28

A cold week ahead,
Blackberry winter perhaps,
Ma'am says there will be snow on our birthday,
I don't doubt it, cold, raindrop in the cloud
icon on the screen, no planting allowed
if you expect to see green
 
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15 - 2

the top of the hill affords the view
but for now
the crest's too far to climb
so rest awhile
instead enjoy the views his words provide
splash of purple stain against crisp whites
that shade to lavender and blue beyond the sun
the sentinel trees knee-deep
wear snowboots
carry arms both white and wet-black
and hope to keep their powder dry

closer to the gunmetal pond
the knees and elbowed limestone rocks
protude in silent defiance of anomalies
and determined spring greens pierce the
sparkling shroud
 
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X-29
Ayer por la noche

I'm no good to you tonight,
back's sore from digging,
sciatica according to the quack,
how many years ago?
not sure if he's right,
just a label, no biggie,
a pain north of my ass
due south of the whinge

but, a good nights sleep,
back to it in the morning,
greenhouse marigolds,
freed the chickens, fed the cats,
surveyed the day,
Spring and Winter in close embrace


Ah, just as well,
a cold week in bed,
head in a book, blanket on high,
there's more but,
I'm going to lay down now
:)
 
16 - 2

twenty percent aching feet
ninety percent yawn
and i know that doesn;t add up
but that's the sum of me tonight
and him with his sore poor rack of bones
all that stooping
digging lifting
to make a home for
small things green and beautiful
and a home-grown row hoed just for us

so put the blanket on high
dive into pages that divide and
open wide as seeker swims deep and deeper
deep inside the covers
slips between words
worlds
seeks relief in immersion
in putting things on hold

:heart::heart:
 
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17 - 2

he lifts the knuckle bone
from the dust of the barrel top
uncovers the smooth-worn coin
surprised by the rise of such familiars

he stoops in memory's half-light
both chastened and elated
at the courage of his youth
its moral urgency

half expects to find the blade
of a longagolost knife still sharp
hungry for blood and oaths
and a friend's palm, spit-wet
 
x-31 bonus play

I cant be infirm,
not now, so much to do,
the lawn tractor needs fresh blades
greenhouse watering delayed,
no fresh starts today,
just this short bitch,
and a long walk back to bed.
:eek:
 
a list poem kinda sorta

lists made
as well as some calls
things booked
though delayed still work out ok'd
plates washed
laundry on
in a spin
controlled ;)
right now
between shops, bank, and bonfire
a mug of tomato soup
a cheese sandwich
horseracing on tv
and
breathe

:)
 
butters said:
lists made
as well as some calls
things booked
though delayed still work out ok'd
plates washed
laundry on
in a spin
controlled ;)
right now
between shops, bank, and bonfire
a mug of tomato soup
a cheese sandwich
horseracing on tv
and
breathe
:)
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x-32 Post Coital

A last carnal act between the seasons,
Winter has her spent with sighs,
thighs quivering,
hard and cold within,
and when Spring catches her breath,
turns back to love making,
he will melt
 
x-33 Afterthoughts

Harry say: Man who toil in garden all day let wife plow at night.
 
HarryHill said:
x-33 Afterthoughts

Harry say: Man who toil in garden all day let wife plow at night.
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spring's in the air
the hare's feeling bouncy
a bit too wise and
long in the tooth for battling
but happy to make fur fly
new growth, new growth ;)
 
x-34 After hours

To bed early, up the same,
muffin and coffee,
video games,
big grins and stretches,
feeling fit and fresh,
back to old habits,
bent over the desk. :rolleyes:
 
new dog, new tricks
old tricks

best trick
is filling that hole
in his heart
the old dog dug
when he left

:kiss:
 
butters said:
new dog, new tricks
old tricks

best trick
is filling that hole
in his heart
the old dog dug
when he left
:kiss:
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x-35 Postprandial

Breakfast was a hurried affair,
fried baloney, day old éclair,
got to be on the road by dawn,
long gone from here to there.

Sirius winked as the car warmed.
 
who'd have sean spicer's job?
man,
tha man mus' hafta
tie hisself in knots

a slipped buntline
did they spell that rite?
being
just tha one to tug on

should he
need to come undone
pretty swiftly or
hang tryin'

an' funnily enuff
its other name's ''highwayman's hitch''
yep, i used ''quotes'' -
ain't life a bitch?

:p
 
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x-36 Ten, tiffin tins ........... ready? begin ......................

Early for lunch,
coffee not yet perked,
toast still bread
..
All is all,
nothing is still something,
everything matters
..
Order filled,
partial victory,
coffee beak
..
Lost puppy?
Mr. Underfoot?
Sleeping by the hydrant
..
Thunderous orgasms,
way to go spring,
slaked and wet
..
We join, assemble,
become more than two,
and a puppy
..
Inevitable accident,
squashed paw, my fall,
yards separate our sight,
eyes echo hurt,
I mew, curl, watch,
puppy kisses, our reward,
forgiveness
..
Portsmouth Prime, there above/below,
three descend, and of those to go,
hero's, seer, warriors, Fay,
days of holiday, search virgin tracts,
for the gem of Glenmorangie
..
Push, push, push,
the season begins,
with a fuck-up
you just had to take it easy a few days more
:eek:
 
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fingers rest above the keys
wait for somethin like inspiration
to come a knockin
a blindin bolt of the white stuff
to set things alight in my noggin
a kick up the arse
to get me focused
well?, they ask
as still they hover
i haveta answer
nope
got nuthin
 
james dean
leans on the crossed fence post
regards the piles of this and that
in a bedroom in disarray
in its state of un-becoming

hand on his hip
dust on his boots
not a steer in sight
sepia skies remain
unchanged

doesn't blink
never says a word
retains his composure
his silence
non judgemental
 
12 - 1 Smoke and Mirrors

Could something have needed the distraction
or is it just a fear of issuing a retraction?
Very tactically aware, almost suprisingly so,
False newsmakers appear to be on the payroll;
emerging, as 'anonymous sources', very droll,
finding and anticipating all the ways it could go.
Each retweet generating its own sort of inaction.



:cool:
 
12 - 2 Challenge of challenges

Such an innocent looking thing,
sitting there in the darkness
occasionally broken by the flicker of
motion from age old monitors as
they played video clips and equally
aged VHS movies transferred,
as poorly as possible, usually,
to cheap DVDs;
Even while I contemplate what sort
of person might indulge in that kind of
jeu érotique I catch sight of movement,
a finger extending an obvious invitation,
and I find my hands unzipping of
their own accord, drawing forth and
finishing the stiffening so that,
as my legs join in the exploration,
I can slip through the portal
and allow myself to be bathed
by lips and tongue and mouth,
a unique form of worship
that draws out as much energy as
I think I have, only to have me
rise like a phoenix and have the moistness
change to a much warmer,
much tighter, enveloping and a
second coming that left me--truly--
with a deeper understanding of
la petite mort
 
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