30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

2-30

He never realized how
much he was missing out
by having merely a
twin bed, but he finally
made the connection when
he noticed how many
hookups began on the
comfy couch in the
living room and wound their
way back to it after a short
visit to the bedroom.
 
2-25

Later

Fingertips like fuses tongues slithering we grasp and crash, igniting.
 
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2-26

Thursday Night

On the other side of this screen a fire snaps then a saxophone.
 
2-27

America

I probably take you for granted: love you as song, as metaphor.
 
2-28

Cutting Contest

Papa throws a cymbal down like Zeus then Yardbird grabs his ax and goes.
 
2-30

Figure Skater

That delicate flower flitting over Swan Lake has ice in her veins.
 
1-1 made this today on a different site, hope that counts :)

I'd like to show you my table
it has four legs to tie me to
it's just short enough
for my head to hang off the edge

There's a comfortable chair too
the back is at just the right height
to bend me over
as long as I'm wearing high heels

But I'm not tied to the table
and I'm not bent over the chair
I'm sitting on it
slowly counting out syllables
 
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1-2

do you really want me, do you really need me
these and more questions come to mind
when i'm left alone

acceptance and admission, orders and permission
i know it's a tough position
to ask you to fill

it's a lot to demand, to have you hold my hand
but on my own I cannot keep
the chaos at bay

no one else can tell i'm in a constant state of hell
until i feel you next to me
then i'm in heaven
 
2-1

Against your better judgment,
the levee broke.
With dark clouds overhead,
you kept on raining, until it was
time to weep and moan.
Now the water has spilled
and there is no place to go.

---

When the levee breaks
 
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30 Days of Hint Fiction 3-1

Perspective

She had all the time in the world. She could finish the laundry, have an early dinner and be back in bed before cell check.
 
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1-3

tempting danger
with small talk
sly side glances
hair tucked behind
bejeweled lobes
glossy lips curving
innocuously
waiting for the wolf
while wearing
sheep's clothing
 
1-3b

I felt like writing more...

i had to take night classes
to fit my schedule
walking to my car lost
in thought and clueless
he grabbed me from behind
and i found i couldn't scream
he turned me around
then i saw his face
it was hard and needy
he was paler than i was
as if he was afraid of himself
i knew that look, i'd felt that pain
my own heart softened
so i gave in to his demands
he could have taken me
then and there
that's what he'd intended to do
but i couldn't help myself
as i embraced him and whispered
i am the same as you
 
3-2

Tick Tock

She tells me about brains and faulty synapses. I says I knows the difference between daytime and nightmares and she says our time is up.
 
2-2

I was singing on a mountain
for a girl who'd won my heart.
I couldn't smell the rain,
nor the pain headed my way;
the mountain washed away.

Now I can't stop climbing,
looking for what I knew.
Wish I could ramble on,
just sing my song 'till
ten years were gone.

----

The Ocean / Friends / Ramble On / Ten years gone
 
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1-4b

toeing at dead and broken limbs
disturbing the creatures that lie beneath
eyes tilted up to shadowed skies
dark virga hanging like menacing teeth

harsh winds bringing me to tears
painting color onto my face
tinkling keys in my hand
geese flying by with quiet grace

high pitched chatting of passerby
footsteps drawing near then going away
bright colored jackets in contrast
with muted greens and browns and sooty gray
 
2-3

Drifting far away from the ground,
mesmerized by things seen,
not heard, empty of sound.

So far that nothing is quite what it seems,
and you feel nothing can hurt you at all—
maybe it's time to come back down; to
disentangle yourself from your dreams?

----

Entangled
 
1-5

the world is slowly torn away
bit by bit it fades to gray
sounds are muffled into silence
no gentle touch or reassurance
left alone in isolation
terror is not a game
 
1-5b

it isn't physical
the blows that hurt

it's wayward eyes
a turned cheek

missing fingers
not entwined in mine

the empty space
in my bed

sweet endearments
left unsaid

pain is a closed door
unlocked but impassable

it's a car driving away
and silence in a house
 
1-1 Pantoum for Elaine

I held you close, in those bygone days,
I wandered with you across empty fields.
To see your face lit by springtime rays,
I let you closer, behind my shields.

I wandered with you across empty fields.
We shared our secrets and our desires.
I let you closer, behind my shields,
And around my heart you lit your fires.

We shared our secrets and our desires,
The autumn winds dried our once green leaves,
And around my heart you lit your fires,
As the blade that was him began to cleave.

The autumn winds dried our once green leaves.
To see your face lit by springtime rays,
As the blade that was him began to cleave,
I held you close, in those bygone days.
 
2-4

You took the long way home
hoping for things to see,
for things to come true.

Somewhere along the way
you became part of the scenery,
but there is not a lot you can do.

Lonely days turn to lonely nights; do
you wish you'd prevented your greenery
from coming down, boy?

It's peculiar, she used to be so nice...
No use thinking of what might have been,
if only you'd had more time.

----

Take the long way home / Breakfast in America
 
1-6

Solid and reliable until you close your eyes
Then it slips away like thin silk in the wind
A scarf carried off that you are unable to catch
An unstoppable force that can never be pinned

It rains on your life and wears you down
Sloping your shoulders with so much weight
Putting a glaze in your eyes and gray in your hair
Waves of power that will not abate

The invisible dimension that carries us all
Enables us to grow in body and mind
Something so precious and easily wasted
Always in control and impossible to bind


(this was lame, I know, oh well)
 
1-2 A double acrostic

^^^^ It's fine.:)

Making the most of my final drop,
You sit close to me, here on the sofa.
Long months serving in lands of another,
Are ending today, with the gift of an Omega.
So in my uniform, for one final bid,
Then, from Queen and Country, I will retire.
 
1-7

volcanic secrets erupt from quiet words
feeding warped minds cancerous negativity
in rumors and lies the gates of hell are found
no mercy for soft souls and weak wills
caught in the tacky mire that makes up media
why anyone listens I will never know
 
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