April 2022 - Poem a Day thread

[Moochienanu]

April 25, 2022

Tears

it is weighing -
walled up
behind a dam
built of
broken dreams

the force
as it reaches
out to press
against weakness
rips the seams

feeling fractures -
searching for
Little Dutch Boys
in all the
bottled screams

 

[29wordsforsnow]

he might feel like heaven's sending
but let's make this not be elongated
I'll rather stay in the hell of pending

 

[Piscator]

Remember
not Mariupol
as an end
but the birth
of the much greater nation
which then will follow.​

 

[Moochienanu]

April 26, 2022

Today

today, I only need you
to feel that tug between us
which puts the world on mute
so I hear nothing but
your voice saying my name

today, I only need you
to know that I crave
every bit of you possible,
consuming you with my senses
under a guise of lust

today, I only need you
to know I’m going to be here,
even if the world keeps
throwing these curve balls
like Sandy Koufax

today, I only need you
to pull me closer
and feel how our bodies mold,
fitting together
like pieces to a puzzle

today, I only need you.

 

[Moochienanu]

April 27, 2022

Arrivals

finding each other again
this melody we know

the top of a rollercoaster
every thrill
in that moment
your lips press to mine

no gravity but our own
pulling us closer together

the rest of existence
forgotten there
as you find
all of me to hold tight

 

[29wordsforsnow]

Hands on the bar

stirring deep in personal history
of early freedom
an eagle on pedals
followed by mother's words
like the wind in my back
down the road

Hands on the bar

No
this feels different
sharper, older
fathoming the depths of mine
her voice rattling
like the chains behind my back
down my alley

Hands on the bar

a thousand crystal needles in my ear
back in the here and now
the broken bottle whispering
down the counter
blood is thicker than wine
as the handcuffs click

 

[29wordsforsnow]

Everyone wants to show off their manhood by owning a gun. -- Puseletso Seema​

on the highest climb
where mouths go to graze
adorned in flowing thyme
hill tops' thin green lace

the grinding jaws stop each time
a badass ram slams a wham
on his opponent's heady chime
discord in the ear of the newborn lamb

behind the main stage made of lime
lurks the orchestra pit's free fall
a wolfpack plans the ancient crime
among the audience's tall and small

a small lamb's time hasn't come
to climb its voice against the drum

 

[Moochienanu]

April whatever the fuck, 2022

When I have a minute

I could just sink in
It would be easy enough
To let my body slip
My mind slip
The world slip
And just let go of it all

Just for that feeling
Of not needing to be
Doing the next thing
Running to a thing
Making it something
And just being in it

Why can’t I simply
Fall away from the pressure
Taking away my breath
Needing a deep breath
Hearing your last breath
And holding your hand

 

[29wordsforsnow]

home is a magic word -- Ece Temelkuran,
Turkish author living in exile since 2016​

roots don't fit in easily
in dirt that tastes so queasily
but here at least shadows know the light

and the other place
once my ground
now a wound

 

[Piscator]

Letters lie

Letters lie
little lies at first
which lead to bigger lies
which are repeated as true factoids
which finally manage to Trump truth
and …………………………………….................

 

[Moochienanu]

April 29, 2022

The last one

unhurried heat of hungry hands
savored sighs sing softly
thoughts thickening
deep down -
picking the perfection
of an only
and making it multiply

our souls so certain
to never know
a last

 

[29wordsforsnow]

So, we're no teenagers anymore, huh?

on the mattress grill
the heat was hot
we longed for the night
the sweat was not

our soft bumpy ride
mostly pleasant, not much pain
well-shaken, hardly stirred
by the wake of the passing train

if the pillows could talk
and the bedsheets write
we'd be in great trouble
for mostly sleeping at night

the blankets a mess
the nagging thought of feeling sorry
whispered in vain
we slept through all of morning's glory

 

[Piscator]

Mayday tomorrow

Mayday tomorrow,
but the pole has been toppled,
the good earth churned by munitions,
and then seeded with Claymore mines.

There will be no dancing on rubble ruins.
as we bury desecrated corpses,
this year’s harvest will be lean.

 

[29wordsforsnow]

The last day, my heart

How does the last day start?
Maybe with sunshine, maybe rain
would it be anything special?
a good strong coffee would be nice
making plans like any other day
nothing special really
going out
calling a friend
a walk down the street
and
maybe I missed it
or didn't listen
so you've got broken heart?
don't we all, now and then?
going on
why's yours special
how can I help
how to repair
crossing here, I can see it
now
with my final beat...

...what do you think about organ donation?

 

[Moochienanu]

April 30, 2022

moving on

She came along quickly this year,
or maybe it was just that
the first few days she snuck past
along with an anniversary.

But now, she’s leaving again.

Stopped in the middle,
shook up my world,
made a snow globe out of things,
and ran away.

It will feel like both
an eternity
and a blink
before I see her again.

May will take her place
as April moves on to next year.

 

[Piscator]

Ukraine

The sutures to the future are fast fraying
the ties that bind are knot by not untying
In bombed-out churches, the faithful are praying.

In makeshift camps, orphan children are crying
as night terrors fill dreams, which no child should know
the ties that bind are knot by naught untying.

No conscience tempers the occupying foe
yet though battered, resistance united stands
while enemy's rations and spirit grow low.

United all rise to defend sovereign land
hold steadfast against this Russian invasion
and though battered, resistance united stands,

With free nations' support and cooperation,
the Ukraine may emerge to a victorious day
and hold fast against Russian annexation.

As the sutures to the future cease fraying
in rebuilt churches, the faithful are praying.
With free nations' support and cooperation,
the Ukraine shall long remain a free nation.


I've been working on this over the weekend and while not officially an "April" poem have included it anyway, as I'm not sure wher else to put it..

 

[Piscator]

Sincere thanks and congrats to all who took part in this April folly. By my count only Moochienanu filled the full 30 poems. followed by 29 and me at 28, River Maya at 12, Winter Fire at 12,and Butters at 5.