30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)
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Tsotha
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A tumbling wave of fire
Wreaks havoc in the pit,
Cuts through to the surface
Forcing painful wakefulness,
Moves me on trembling feet,
Brings me low, to my knees,
Mocks me as it leaves me
Feeling cold and sick,
But also mercifully
Free from strings.
A tumbling wave of fire
Wreaks havoc in the pit,
Cuts through to the surface
Forcing painful wakefulness,
Moves me on trembling feet,
Brings me low, to my knees,
Mocks me as it leaves me
Feeling cold and sick,
But also mercifully
Free from strings.
1-16
last time I saw you
you were on all fours
panting as I thrust
my anger into you
I was jealous didn't
want you to see him
you wouldn't listen
so I didn't care,
your oh god I'm gonna cum,
my cue to pull out,
pull my pants up,
buckle my belt and leave
gave you no second chance
no time for thought
a frozen moment of malice
drank from the chalice of
the jealous
all these years later I saw
you again in the shopping
mall, you looked at me
there was a burning need
in your eyes to finish what
we had begun
I walked on the tang
of jealousy
still on my tongue
last time I saw you
you were on all fours
panting as I thrust
my anger into you
I was jealous didn't
want you to see him
you wouldn't listen
so I didn't care,
your oh god I'm gonna cum,
my cue to pull out,
pull my pants up,
buckle my belt and leave
gave you no second chance
no time for thought
a frozen moment of malice
drank from the chalice of
the jealous
all these years later I saw
you again in the shopping
mall, you looked at me
there was a burning need
in your eyes to finish what
we had begun
I walked on the tang
of jealousy
still on my tongue
butters
High on a Hill
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departing guests
24 hours and counting down
give or take a few
before i feel able to restake my claim
plant my flag
announce 'mine' on these mild walls again
these rooms this place - my bath...
bagging up forgotten underwear
dirty t-shirts
a shoe
departing guests
24 hours and counting down
give or take a few
before i feel able to restake my claim
plant my flag
announce 'mine' on these mild walls again
these rooms this place - my bath...
bagging up forgotten underwear
dirty t-shirts
a shoe
Neonurotic
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1-18
Atop a Cedar
The limbs reach for the sky only
to touch a cold sun. Even that
is enough warmth for a spider
to feel, to venture, to feed
hungry Black-capped Chickadees.
Atop a Cedar
The limbs reach for the sky only
to touch a cold sun. Even that
is enough warmth for a spider
to feel, to venture, to feed
hungry Black-capped Chickadees.
champagne1982
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2-7
Winter Birch
bare, brittle yet unbowed
your boughs bend
but do not yield
to the pressure of the wind
nor the magpie who
tries to open the suet
cage to hoard it for himself.
Winter Birch
bare, brittle yet unbowed
your boughs bend
but do not yield
to the pressure of the wind
nor the magpie who
tries to open the suet
cage to hoard it for himself.
Desejo
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Where do broken hearts go
We are handed hearts
chilled fatty lumps
one for every couple
we broach it rationally,
middle fingers poke
superior venae cavae
Aortas lead to atria
hidden ventricles
chambers with Latin names
When time to slice asunder
surgical scalpels make the
final cut.
Sever.
That’s how it should be, I think.
Clean Ginsu knife-sharp
slices dices chops
not shredded by dirty nails
a chupacabra victim
lying
bleeding
lifeless
on a cutting board.
(WTF. I have no idea where this came from).
Where do broken hearts go
We are handed hearts
chilled fatty lumps
one for every couple
we broach it rationally,
middle fingers poke
superior venae cavae
Aortas lead to atria
hidden ventricles
chambers with Latin names
When time to slice asunder
surgical scalpels make the
final cut.
Sever.
That’s how it should be, I think.
Clean Ginsu knife-sharp
slices dices chops
not shredded by dirty nails
a chupacabra victim
lying
bleeding
lifeless
on a cutting board.
(WTF. I have no idea where this came from).
GuiltyPleasure
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3/8 - New Year Revelations
So? He kissed me just
as others kissed around us
and the final count down
reached zero hour
Hands on my bare shoulders
(Remember? I did asked you
if it was too daring) then grasping
my waist. I closed my eyes as
his arms drew me to him
and revealed his arousal.
How long did we remain
tongue tied, lip locked,
hip hugging? Well into the
new year and what next?
I disentangled, saw you
watching and knew you'd
ask. So, who did you kiss?
So? He kissed me just
as others kissed around us
and the final count down
reached zero hour
Hands on my bare shoulders
(Remember? I did asked you
if it was too daring) then grasping
my waist. I closed my eyes as
his arms drew me to him
and revealed his arousal.
How long did we remain
tongue tied, lip locked,
hip hugging? Well into the
new year and what next?
I disentangled, saw you
watching and knew you'd
ask. So, who did you kiss?
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Tsotha
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One day his mind confuses,
it amuses that the next
clarity blinds.
He finds his skull two sizes
too small, his thoughts spill
out like a fall.
Being fraught by the thought
things may come to a crawl,
he ignores they are one
and the same.
He goes back the way
from whence he came,
so finally in rest
he may lay.
One day his mind confuses,
it amuses that the next
clarity blinds.
He finds his skull two sizes
too small, his thoughts spill
out like a fall.
Being fraught by the thought
things may come to a crawl,
he ignores they are one
and the same.
He goes back the way
from whence he came,
so finally in rest
he may lay.
1-17
old friend
where have you been?
that dry mouthed
hunger I breathe
every damn time,
crave you to satisfy
the dire need deep in me
seeds there
watered and fed
like all weeds
the smallest hold you
get you cling
grow, wring out life,
strangle it off
with snaking tendrils
burrow and reap
a crop of bleary eyed
mind altered steeped
in inorganic substance
partially conscious
blanket suffocates life
nothing left to contemplate
insensate nerves feel
tingles that burn
yearn for a turn
yet the brain begs
it cries, it feels like you die
body wracked in spasms
shakes and trembles that make
you want to ring up
that old friend
and whisper all your secrets
feel something other than
well, just to feel something
old friend
where have you been?
that dry mouthed
hunger I breathe
every damn time,
crave you to satisfy
the dire need deep in me
seeds there
watered and fed
like all weeds
the smallest hold you
get you cling
grow, wring out life,
strangle it off
with snaking tendrils
burrow and reap
a crop of bleary eyed
mind altered steeped
in inorganic substance
partially conscious
blanket suffocates life
nothing left to contemplate
insensate nerves feel
tingles that burn
yearn for a turn
yet the brain begs
it cries, it feels like you die
body wracked in spasms
shakes and trembles that make
you want to ring up
that old friend
and whisper all your secrets
feel something other than
well, just to feel something
Angeline
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She wondered
about the Tin Man's heart.
He seemed trusting specially
when he cried orange tears,
and surely a brain sparked
in all that hay more than
theorems or fear
of fire. She knew Cowardice
personally as if he were
a member of the family
that she loved and coaxed
to distraction.
She couldn't help it
if she didn't believe in wizards,
having traveled all that flat
land being spun so hard
in the storm.
She wondered
about the Tin Man's heart.
He seemed trusting specially
when he cried orange tears,
and surely a brain sparked
in all that hay more than
theorems or fear
of fire. She knew Cowardice
personally as if he were
a member of the family
that she loved and coaxed
to distraction.
She couldn't help it
if she didn't believe in wizards,
having traveled all that flat
land being spun so hard
in the storm.
champagne1982
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Get Boreal
Sure the lights are great
in autumn but for now,
it's just dark, well,
short hours of slanty sun
at latitude 54 degrees
isn't light, not there
where the eerie blue-green
howls at the overflowing
milky way, and stirs
magnetic forces into spiral
galaxies right here,
in my atmosphere.
Get Boreal
Sure the lights are great
in autumn but for now,
it's just dark, well,
short hours of slanty sun
at latitude 54 degrees
isn't light, not there
where the eerie blue-green
howls at the overflowing
milky way, and stirs
magnetic forces into spiral
galaxies right here,
in my atmosphere.
Neonurotic
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We hold onto Christmas
Quick-quick, slow
quick-quick, slow
the music box plays.
Small sock feet on my feet,
we whirl on an old wooden floor,
avoiding hazards: cat tails and toys
Pine needles fall off the
tree, some turn brown,
but I ignore trash day.
It can keep another week
It can keep another week
She loves the lights
and I, the smell of evergreens.
We hold onto Christmas
Quick-quick, slow
quick-quick, slow
the music box plays.
Small sock feet on my feet,
we whirl on an old wooden floor,
avoiding hazards: cat tails and toys
Pine needles fall off the
tree, some turn brown,
but I ignore trash day.
It can keep another week
It can keep another week
She loves the lights
and I, the smell of evergreens.
GuiltyPleasure
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3/9 - Teatime in Turkey
Be my guest
kiss this dark, sweet
seduction
in a glass so small to
eyes used to
milky mugs it hardly
seems worthwhile.
But it sweetens
the senses
bringing smiles
to sullen faces.
Be my guest
kiss this dark, sweet
seduction
in a glass so small to
eyes used to
milky mugs it hardly
seems worthwhile.
But it sweetens
the senses
bringing smiles
to sullen faces.
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Desejo
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Lemniscate
Math has always been
my Achilles heel, I'm
too heavy to balance
or toe a particular line
in stilettos, and
one plus one
comes out to three
or negative one, so
please
Don’t ribbon me in
square roots
multiplication
tangents or derivatives,
Those equations
Stuck into our infinity loop
always fail.
Lemniscate
Math has always been
my Achilles heel, I'm
too heavy to balance
or toe a particular line
in stilettos, and
one plus one
comes out to three
or negative one, so
please
Don’t ribbon me in
square roots
multiplication
tangents or derivatives,
Those equations
Stuck into our infinity loop
always fail.
GuiltyPleasure
AWTSS
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9 years ago tonight
you had enough blood
in you alcohol stream
to get your friend to
give me your number,
it started a cascade
that made all the change
in me, my life,
you made me,
make me want to be
a better man,
I remember times before
but they are grey shades
splashed with red, and black
of danger, addiction and
violence
every new years eve I remember
when I surrendered my love
to you
9 years ago tonight
you had enough blood
in you alcohol stream
to get your friend to
give me your number,
it started a cascade
that made all the change
in me, my life,
you made me,
make me want to be
a better man,
I remember times before
but they are grey shades
splashed with red, and black
of danger, addiction and
violence
every new years eve I remember
when I surrendered my love
to you
Angeline
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We watch the weeping willow tree
that wavers through the windowpane
in bed above the bakery
that wavers through the windowpane
the room's too ripe, the scent of bread
rises from the grate though we complain
the room's too ripe, the scent of bread
is quickening the air we don't care
for we are warm the scent we spread
is quickening the air we don't care
we grip the formless day welcome night
listen to moans saxophones unaware
we grip the formless day welcome night
to bless the room the moon the swaying limbs
the way we shine in silver light
to bless the room the moon the swaying limbs
we watch the weeping willow tree
to bless the room the moon the swaying limbs
we watch the weeping willow tree
We watch the weeping willow tree
that wavers through the windowpane
in bed above the bakery
that wavers through the windowpane
the room's too ripe, the scent of bread
rises from the grate though we complain
the room's too ripe, the scent of bread
is quickening the air we don't care
for we are warm the scent we spread
is quickening the air we don't care
we grip the formless day welcome night
listen to moans saxophones unaware
we grip the formless day welcome night
to bless the room the moon the swaying limbs
the way we shine in silver light
to bless the room the moon the swaying limbs
we watch the weeping willow tree
to bless the room the moon the swaying limbs
we watch the weeping willow tree
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