30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

[Remec]

3-29 Idiot Under Glass

The chair is comfy, but hurts my
back anyway since I cannot
find a way to actually sit
that doesn't provoke a new
spate of nerves rushing up
and down my spine as the
feeling of being under close
observation rises to
paranoia.

She's actually there, though,
sitting at her like-new desk,
all chrome and ebony fresh
from an Ikea box, I manage
to finally settle back with a
magazine and ignore those
long legs, touchable hair,
and the thought of what
her bright, press-on nails
would do to help with the
hairs rising on my neck.

 

[Remec]

3-30 Finality: A Cento of End Lines

I was well and truly haunted
back then,
and I awaken with pen in hand
my addiction…
your pleasure I seek
spiraling slowly to the sun
and called out your name;
a strength, a wonder spoke softly;
your two faces haunt me

*****
Citations:
from “White Wolf” by Desejo
from “With Friends” by twelveoone
from “Zeitgeist” by Harry Hill
from “You, My Addiction” by RhymeFairy
from “You pleasure (haiku set) by todski28
from “Zodiacal Light” by Under Your Spell
from “Zephyr’s Reprieve” by Neonurotic
from “You” by champagne1982
from “Your Two Faces” by Angeline

 

[Angeline]

4-1

Cool Struttin

Oh baby your bop is so hard your rhythm so on like a heartbeat.

 

[Angeline]

4-2

End of the Line

Twenty-eight hours on Amtrack. They're out of milk; I'm out of patience.

 

[Angeline]

4-3

April Ghazal

No foolin the cruelest month is begun. Spring
Come Forth saith the beckoning Sun: Spring!

I can sit on the porch with a Pepsi at hand
and a book. I can bring the cat. C'mon Spring.

Boreas has been a boorish ass: He would not go.
Oh cabin fever is a thing, not much fun, Spring.

There was snow on the mountain, ice everywhere
forbidding (one bad slip I'd be done, Spring.)

Bring on the rain, shower the grass, paint it
earthy petal sweet, y'know a home run, Spring.

 

[Angeline]

4-4

Werewolves of Midtown

Chased by a hairy man through Penn Station, I still made the 6:15.

 

[Angeline]

4-4b

I Guess

For now I guess that Heaven
is imagination on the wing.

Are songs a bluebird sings given
freely from the sky or are they more

the cry of something saying I'm alive,
I still survive?

 

[Angeline]

4-5

Converse Con-Verse


Hey! I dig your bright red shoes.
Dance on over; be my muse.

I think your one lace is untied:
you might trip on the rug inside.

Look! Your grommets are all gleaming white
to contrast with the red canvas, right?

Your feets ain't too big, I hear no squeakers--
I just love you and your high-heeled sneakers.

 

[Angeline]

4-6

When we caught minnows in the knobby stream
remember the little gray goldfish net,
and how we leapt laughing from rock to rock
bent toward water and mercurial flashes
thrilling, elusive as the changing sky
and how we'd cry: Got'im Got'im Got'im!

 

[Angeline]

4-7

Miss Communication

We trip over barriers, language and culture. Maybe God is drunk.

 

[Angeline]

4-8

Memory Like Bubbles is here

 

[Tsotha]

3-1

Arrogant buffoon,
tired of your own reflection.
Painted yourself into a corner,
with whomever enjoys kissing your ass.
Stupid is as stupid does, and you do plenty,
god-like powers cannot protect you from yourself.

ref

 

[Tsotha]

3-2

11.

Threw a grenade into a room; such drama! Not my fault. Bring a mop!

 

[Angeline]

4-9

Azalea Ghazal

Next week is the Pickens Azalea Day Festival
(mayhap I could go: I like the stray festival).

Mr. G. Pickens was my science teacher
mean of spirit, our class more a slay festival.

His cousin Ethel sent me azaleas
at the hospital, that sick gray festival.

I love those graceful draping boughs
like arms lilac studded, a fey festival.

They scatter down the mountainside
waving Spring, Spring--a today festival.

 

[Angeline]

4-10

One false move
and the guy with the duck's ass
gets what for. The wifebeater
screams Stella. You can forget
the kindness of strangers you need
a busload of faith sez Lou
before he blew away,
just an average guy
after all.

Ooh ooh baby sham a lama
spamalot walla walla ding dang
all that sing sang rotgut clap
trap don't mean a peck a beans
down in the muddy flats the
pluff mud where the smell
makes them junebugs
jump up on the bones.

 

[Angeline]

4-11

I will hold my hands open

_________________weighted with

____________________________emptiness.

I will hold my breath

____________and dive into the because
__________________________of warm.

When the Sun finds me

__________________I will Spring

__________________from the bitter seed

and grow.

 

[Angeline]

4-12

When I was in Freeport you
were the main drag baby
shaking your yellow hair back
widening your blues eyeing
the boys in the band, leg up.

And me like the fool talking
to your brother Jimmy while
you were fucking everyone
over, humpin the damn door
knob Helter Skelter bump
and gasp.

 

[Angeline]

4-13

April 15

It's a taxing business: decimals dance, never enough deduction.

 

[Wintermute01]

2-1

A Mid Western Gazhal

Six thousand miles from me, I hear a sigh love,
Try as hard as I may, I can't deny love.

And though I hold her close each minute, each day,
Its no longer enough to just ask, 'why love?'

When fate casts its dice one must pay attention -
I must be brave and determined, not shy love.

I now see that life must be active, controlled;
So I'll take the wheel and set my course by love.

Six thousand miles from me, I clearly spy love,
I will crawl every inch, to make her my love.

 

[Angeline]

4-14

Ghazal for Laura

Someone says purity: I hear your sweet soul voice
ringing clear. Clarion days invoke your whole voice.

Citified smart, brown-eyed you on doo wop corners,
jiving in the alleys windblown rock and roll voice.

Hold me baby and don't turn me loose cause I love
that sound, that loud honest freedom is control voice.

You were the rose in Spanish Harlem, black lace shawl
and cheap perfume, hard chords steeped in blue holy voice.

I saw you in Washington Square: a graceful dove
flew away too soon. I love your dear ago voice.

 

[Wintermute01]

2-2 A Single Pearl

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[Angeline]

4-15

Bread and Circuses*

It came to pass that Gaius Octavius
son of Caesar's death was reborn

Augustus Caesar, First Citizen (All hail,
preserve glorious Rome). Imagine two

centuries of peace but every civilization
declines look at Pompeii mass building

from below and the fiery explosion hell
then ash then stone and birdcall, solitude

and wind. How do we begin again?
Come the plebeian mobs come

panem et circenses,* golden wheat
for you, cheap thrills, the roar of the crowd.

 

[Wintermute01]

2-3 You Take My Breath (A Pantoum)

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[Mollie_F]

1-1 The Master’s Birthday Cento

Outside of everything, and alien everywhere
You're a library of the unknown, the uncut.
It has made me better loving you -
an aesthetic solitary.
The rest is the madness of art.

Our doubt is our passion, and our passion is our task -
Live all you can; it's a mistake not to.
A second chance—that’s the delusion. There never was to be but one.
Never say you know the last word,
about any human heart.

You made too good an impression on me not to make the very best.
Everything had something behind it.
Experience is never limited, and it is never complete.
Remember this: if you've been hated,
you've also been loved.

______

All lines are taken from the works of Henry James, as follows:
Hawthorne
The Wings of a Dove
The Portrait of a Lady
Hawthorne
The Middle Years

The Middle Years
The Ambassadors
The Middle Years
Louisa Pallant

Madame de Mauves
What Maisie Knew
The Art of Fiction
The Portrait of a Lady

 

[Angeline]

4-16

Appalachian Spring

Welcome the chickweed, the wild ginger, larkspur, jack-in-the-pulpit.