2023 Poem-A-Week Challenge (Poems Only Thread)
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Mrtenant
Lord of Chaos
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Preparing the canvas
All whitewashed and clean
Becomes graywashed with potential
Calling to me to be the channel
To fill in and set afire
With all my talent and skill
Marks and lines
Smudges and breaks
Corrections and perfection
Lost in the process
In a world of my own
Conduit for creation
After all the fury and flurry
Has run its course
There is the touchup
And a signature
Cleanup
And then sleep
Week 3 poem 3
All whitewashed and clean
Becomes graywashed with potential
Calling to me to be the channel
To fill in and set afire
With all my talent and skill
Marks and lines
Smudges and breaks
Corrections and perfection
Lost in the process
In a world of my own
Conduit for creation
After all the fury and flurry
Has run its course
There is the touchup
And a signature
Cleanup
And then sleep
Week 3 poem 3
Lyricalli
Strange Little Bug
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Nursing a drink with a salty rim
while the 90s cover band in the corner
sings about taking a little dirt
to keep what you love
I can only nod in agreement
holding back the mud
that threatens to leak from my eyes
I hope when you think of me
you remember that night
we laughed as hard and long
as either of us ever had
and the way that pure joy
is still tears, snot, and muscle aches
(With a wee nod to "If You Could Only See" by Tonic)
while the 90s cover band in the corner
sings about taking a little dirt
to keep what you love
I can only nod in agreement
holding back the mud
that threatens to leak from my eyes
I hope when you think of me
you remember that night
we laughed as hard and long
as either of us ever had
and the way that pure joy
is still tears, snot, and muscle aches
(With a wee nod to "If You Could Only See" by Tonic)
Moochienanu
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My moon
Seeing you on Monday
Feels like a respite for my soul
Like everything will be made better
With a hug
And a cider
And you close
I can’t wait until I can tell you
Everything the phone lines hold
From our ears as we discuss
That warm embrace
And a night together
And you close
Seeing you on Monday
Feels like a respite for my soul
Like everything will be made better
With a hug
And a cider
And you close
I can’t wait until I can tell you
Everything the phone lines hold
From our ears as we discuss
That warm embrace
And a night together
And you close
cascadiabound
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How were you ever that young?
Scrambling on scree slopes
My red headed paleontologist
North slope Alaska
Collecting ice age fossils
Already a public servant
Criss crossing the country
Outer banks Red wolf project
Appalachian small mammel study
Hooting for owls by night
mapping northwest habitat
Helo flights 'round Mt Rainier
Just how many elk were down there?
fragile meadows restored
dug fire breaks in Yellowstone
Salmon runs to the Salish sea
Environmental complexity
and science of road ecology
Transportation biology
Seasonal posts gave you skills
An internship became a job
Time ticked away as
Months became years
the century turned
And then it was decades
state and federal consultation
Scientific investigation
Field reviews and mitigation
Policy coordination
All that salmon litigation
Scribbles in notebooks
You know the kind
clipboards and binders
Field guides and binoculars
Rain jackets, boots, grab your tuks
Whatever weather, you don't mind
week 3: poem 1: total 3
Scrambling on scree slopes
My red headed paleontologist
North slope Alaska
Collecting ice age fossils
Already a public servant
Criss crossing the country
Outer banks Red wolf project
Appalachian small mammel study
Hooting for owls by night
mapping northwest habitat
Helo flights 'round Mt Rainier
Just how many elk were down there?
fragile meadows restored
dug fire breaks in Yellowstone
Salmon runs to the Salish sea
Environmental complexity
and science of road ecology
Transportation biology
Seasonal posts gave you skills
An internship became a job
Time ticked away as
Months became years
the century turned
And then it was decades
state and federal consultation
Scientific investigation
Field reviews and mitigation
Policy coordination
All that salmon litigation
Scribbles in notebooks
You know the kind
clipboards and binders
Field guides and binoculars
Rain jackets, boots, grab your tuks
Whatever weather, you don't mind
week 3: poem 1: total 3
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29wordsforsnow
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Spiegelelfchen*
*Elfchen, a simple - is it? - form, made of eleven words, there are formal rules, but maybe the Forms threads is a better place, and, certainly, Tzara a better-versed poet to explain
Sex & Crime
we lust & we watch
in our heads & in our minds
caught with pants down & fingering in cookie jars
Need & More
we lust & we watch
in our heads & in our minds
caught with pants down & fingering in cookie jars
Need & More
*Elfchen, a simple - is it? - form, made of eleven words, there are formal rules, but maybe the Forms threads is a better place, and, certainly, Tzara a better-versed poet to explain
Tzara
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Listening to Ý Nhi Recite "Woman Knitting"
The poet almost sang—
her lines tenderly sprang from lips
the way a flat stone skips
across a still pond, rippling. We
sat circled, quietly
attentive, honored. She looked sad,
almost as if she had
been lost, as a nomad wanders.
Week 4: Poem 1: Total 7
My attempt at lục bát.
The poet almost sang—
her lines tenderly sprang from lips
the way a flat stone skips
across a still pond, rippling. We
sat circled, quietly
attentive, honored. She looked sad,
almost as if she had
been lost, as a nomad wanders.
Week 4: Poem 1: Total 7
My attempt at lục bát.
GuiltyPleasure
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Week 4 Poem 7
Phantom Lover
She can’t get you out of her mind.
When she wakes you are there,
maybe lounging on the side
of the bed, patiently waiting for her
to wake and then help her open
her day with your gentle kiss.
Driving to work, rain starts to kiss
her windshield and it reminds
her of the day she opened.
her door and you stood there,
just as she dreamt, smiling at her
in the pouring rain. She invited you inside,
her mind spun, being undecided.
What if you touched her, even a kiss
on the cheek would undo her.
As if you could read her mind,
you embraced her then and there,
eyes shut in shock, yours? Wide open.
You lifted her up, bedroom door was open
and you carried her, unresisting, inside.
So many delicious memories are there,
the slow disrobing, many a deep kiss,
violence and roughness, but she did not mind,
She bit your lip in passion as you took her
The way she liked, rough while you restrained her,
tied to the bed with her legs wide open.
Your deft cunnilingus blew her mind,
then a change of tactics, slid up to her side,
lay there, touched her, she longed for a kiss,
your fingers, magic when you stroked her there,
finding her G spot. Oh magic! Oh yes! There
You brought her to climax but never fucked her.
You gently untied her, and shared one last kiss
then you were gone. All possibilities open,
she hoped you’d be back to lie by her side.
but she has to be happy to have you on her mind.
She imagined you there, out in the open
Leaning on the door side, grinning at her.
She kissed you before you could leave her mind.
Phantom Lover
She can’t get you out of her mind.
When she wakes you are there,
maybe lounging on the side
of the bed, patiently waiting for her
to wake and then help her open
her day with your gentle kiss.
Driving to work, rain starts to kiss
her windshield and it reminds
her of the day she opened.
her door and you stood there,
just as she dreamt, smiling at her
in the pouring rain. She invited you inside,
her mind spun, being undecided.
What if you touched her, even a kiss
on the cheek would undo her.
As if you could read her mind,
you embraced her then and there,
eyes shut in shock, yours? Wide open.
You lifted her up, bedroom door was open
and you carried her, unresisting, inside.
So many delicious memories are there,
the slow disrobing, many a deep kiss,
violence and roughness, but she did not mind,
She bit your lip in passion as you took her
The way she liked, rough while you restrained her,
tied to the bed with her legs wide open.
Your deft cunnilingus blew her mind,
then a change of tactics, slid up to her side,
lay there, touched her, she longed for a kiss,
your fingers, magic when you stroked her there,
finding her G spot. Oh magic! Oh yes! There
You brought her to climax but never fucked her.
You gently untied her, and shared one last kiss
then you were gone. All possibilities open,
she hoped you’d be back to lie by her side.
but she has to be happy to have you on her mind.
She imagined you there, out in the open
Leaning on the door side, grinning at her.
She kissed you before you could leave her mind.
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Mrtenant
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(Danse)
Restless Dreams
Laying in bed, gazing into the night
Thinking of you and finding the stars
Peace and quiet, just sounds of cars
On a distant road clean out of sight
Laying in bed, gazing into the night
Rubbing my chest and finding scars
Dreams of dancing and Spanish guitars
With you in my arms your eyes so bright
Laying in bed, gazing into the night
Eyes like opals enchanting me from afar
Breathing your Oly Rain like a drunk in a bar
Besotten and restless, do you feel my plight
As I lay here in bed, gazing into the night
Week 4 poem 1
Restless Dreams
Laying in bed, gazing into the night
Thinking of you and finding the stars
Peace and quiet, just sounds of cars
On a distant road clean out of sight
Laying in bed, gazing into the night
Rubbing my chest and finding scars
Dreams of dancing and Spanish guitars
With you in my arms your eyes so bright
Laying in bed, gazing into the night
Eyes like opals enchanting me from afar
Breathing your Oly Rain like a drunk in a bar
Besotten and restless, do you feel my plight
As I lay here in bed, gazing into the night
Week 4 poem 1
Ambient4190
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saw you sitting a pout on your face
no bruises or unnatural stress
just sulking jealousy laced
your brother chatting animatedly
the man seated next to him at the table
a divorced dads weekend visit
you have no way of knowing little one
how important for him is precious time with dad
you are fidgety in a huff at the command sit still
squirming relentlessly acting the pill
after some point the family must have left
i quietly whispered a prayer
your journey through life be safe be well
that you would stay close to your sibling as one
day only he can share your tale
(not edited - occurred yesterday - had this in my head all day)
no bruises or unnatural stress
just sulking jealousy laced
your brother chatting animatedly
the man seated next to him at the table
a divorced dads weekend visit
you have no way of knowing little one
how important for him is precious time with dad
you are fidgety in a huff at the command sit still
squirming relentlessly acting the pill
after some point the family must have left
i quietly whispered a prayer
your journey through life be safe be well
that you would stay close to your sibling as one
day only he can share your tale
(not edited - occurred yesterday - had this in my head all day)
Rockymtnman
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The winter wind whips
and whirls the snow
outside my window
obscuring the world
reminding me of a blank canvas
empty with possibilities
full of nothing
and whirls the snow
outside my window
obscuring the world
reminding me of a blank canvas
empty with possibilities
full of nothing
butters
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week 4. poem 3
carbon-based forms
don't tell me that force
repeated impacts
will crystalize flesh:
hammer blows render it a soupy mess
of pulverised meat and shattered bone—
it doesn't make a body stronger
now souls
if they exist
may be another matter
metaphorical or metaphysical—take your pick
all i know
is that some people are diamonds
harder, brighter after exposure to pressure—
too easily cut the glass of lesser beings
still counting imperfections
and i'd sooner be loved
scarred
by one who knows they're flawed
than be remorselessly carved
by cold carbon
carbon-based forms
don't tell me that force
repeated impacts
will crystalize flesh:
hammer blows render it a soupy mess
of pulverised meat and shattered bone—
it doesn't make a body stronger
now souls
if they exist
may be another matter
metaphorical or metaphysical—take your pick
all i know
is that some people are diamonds
harder, brighter after exposure to pressure—
too easily cut the glass of lesser beings
still counting imperfections
and i'd sooner be loved
scarred
by one who knows they're flawed
than be remorselessly carved
by cold carbon
Wonderer67
Optimistic nihilist
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Perspective
The winter’s overcast
Used to make me despondent
Ptsd’d and Sad’d out
But you helped me
Look at the chessboard of winter from another side
Where I used to just see brown, dead woods
You have me see the beauty
Of the late day sunlight hitting it just right
Generating radiance and illumination
To my tired eyes
You have taught me to seek out the sycamore
With their white trunks contrasting against brown forest
Finding beech trees
That stubbornly hold on to their caramel leaves
All winter long
Extending their middle finger to winter
It used to seem so dark all the time
But you taught me to enjoy the slanted sun
The soft pink morning clouds
The spectacular sunsets
Showed me how to do timelapses with my phone
Capturing barely perceptible movement
Even the gray overcast jersey winter no longer bothers me
The sunlight sneaks thru
To contrast light and dark
You taught me how to hike in the winter
How to find hawks and eagles on icy jersey hills and farmland
You helped me buy the farm - literally
Farm fields used to be brown and lifeless
But you taught me to look at them as
Blonde, soft and stunning
Like you
You have helped unfuck my head
And for that I am forever grateful.
4/52
The winter’s overcast
Used to make me despondent
Ptsd’d and Sad’d out
But you helped me
Look at the chessboard of winter from another side
Where I used to just see brown, dead woods
You have me see the beauty
Of the late day sunlight hitting it just right
Generating radiance and illumination
To my tired eyes
You have taught me to seek out the sycamore
With their white trunks contrasting against brown forest
Finding beech trees
That stubbornly hold on to their caramel leaves
All winter long
Extending their middle finger to winter
It used to seem so dark all the time
But you taught me to enjoy the slanted sun
The soft pink morning clouds
The spectacular sunsets
Showed me how to do timelapses with my phone
Capturing barely perceptible movement
Even the gray overcast jersey winter no longer bothers me
The sunlight sneaks thru
To contrast light and dark
You taught me how to hike in the winter
How to find hawks and eagles on icy jersey hills and farmland
You helped me buy the farm - literally
Farm fields used to be brown and lifeless
But you taught me to look at them as
Blonde, soft and stunning
Like you
You have helped unfuck my head
And for that I am forever grateful.
4/52
Remec
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Overnight Stay
Woke up and thought of Lucy and Snoopy,
Nice of Freddy the Labrador to rouse me from sleep,
and totally on time, too, since the alarm went off
mere moments after I got the closest thing to a
canine French kiss that I ever want to encounter,
Man, I thought those doggy treats were supposed to
help with this breath, not to make it all floral--like geranium blossoms or
something, just better than to be expected--but
with a tongue that tastes like that,
I'm not so sure they're working;
I sat up as best I could and reached for my phone,
but the first thing I found on the nightstand was a cheap Bic,
Which worked well, since I could have used a smoke just then,
And a drink too. Really was gonna be a day.
Week 4 Poem 1
Woke up and thought of Lucy and Snoopy,
Nice of Freddy the Labrador to rouse me from sleep,
and totally on time, too, since the alarm went off
mere moments after I got the closest thing to a
canine French kiss that I ever want to encounter,
Man, I thought those doggy treats were supposed to
help with this breath, not to make it all floral--like geranium blossoms or
something, just better than to be expected--but
with a tongue that tastes like that,
I'm not so sure they're working;
I sat up as best I could and reached for my phone,
but the first thing I found on the nightstand was a cheap Bic,
Which worked well, since I could have used a smoke just then,
And a drink too. Really was gonna be a day.
Week 4 Poem 1
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Mrtenant
Lord of Chaos
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Daydream Windows
Sliding my hand up your leg
Resting at the top of your thigh
Near the heat of your passion
Feeling joy in my caresses
My hand's grip of your long hair
Firm and steadily pulling
Baring your neck to my desire
Feasting on your submission
How you meet that mysterious glare
Of my deep dark eyes
With melting nebulae of need
Glowing brightly with your desire
Hold me tight as I hold you
My heart beating in sync with yours
Meeting the violence of my love
Bathing in all the pain and pleasure
Find me on a quiet Winter's day
Gazing out broad bay windows
At the snowfall for hours on end
Warm together by the fireplace
Telling tales of all of our dances
Momentum of time and consequence
Mysteries yet to uncover
Touching foreheads together
Week 4, poem 2
Sliding my hand up your leg
Resting at the top of your thigh
Near the heat of your passion
Feeling joy in my caresses
My hand's grip of your long hair
Firm and steadily pulling
Baring your neck to my desire
Feasting on your submission
How you meet that mysterious glare
Of my deep dark eyes
With melting nebulae of need
Glowing brightly with your desire
Hold me tight as I hold you
My heart beating in sync with yours
Meeting the violence of my love
Bathing in all the pain and pleasure
Find me on a quiet Winter's day
Gazing out broad bay windows
At the snowfall for hours on end
Warm together by the fireplace
Telling tales of all of our dances
Momentum of time and consequence
Mysteries yet to uncover
Touching foreheads together
Week 4, poem 2
Mrtenant
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Sink Or Surf
Breathing deep the salt sea air
My soul soaking in Summer's heat
Toes twisting in clean hot sand
Crashing surf calling my name
Wading out and joining the sea
One with the waves, steady and sure
Past the point of untamed majesty
All of my focus unconsciously bears
Up and standing, balanced and certain
Gliding through, gliding fast, gliding now
Adjusting, minor changes, courses
Finding the pocket and bringing it home
Big waves and small, great waves
Surfing them all, one with the sea
Untamed wild majesty washing away
Washing through me, baptised again
Staggering through the crashing surf
How it never ends, steady, constant
Muscles played out and satisfied
Soaking my heart in the Summer's heat
Week 4, poem 3
Breathing deep the salt sea air
My soul soaking in Summer's heat
Toes twisting in clean hot sand
Crashing surf calling my name
Wading out and joining the sea
One with the waves, steady and sure
Past the point of untamed majesty
All of my focus unconsciously bears
Up and standing, balanced and certain
Gliding through, gliding fast, gliding now
Adjusting, minor changes, courses
Finding the pocket and bringing it home
Big waves and small, great waves
Surfing them all, one with the sea
Untamed wild majesty washing away
Washing through me, baptised again
Staggering through the crashing surf
How it never ends, steady, constant
Muscles played out and satisfied
Soaking my heart in the Summer's heat
Week 4, poem 3
Ambient4190
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bedight tri black brown white
ragamuffin crown of dirt
incorrigible jezebel
zebras determination
zealous guardian of heath
yesteryears backsheesh
beloved
earthly reign too short
eternity in dust forevermore
ragamuffin crown of dirt
incorrigible jezebel
zebras determination
zealous guardian of heath
yesteryears backsheesh
beloved
earthly reign too short
eternity in dust forevermore
Rockymtnman
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The suns morning tendrils
snake, sneakily amongst the trees
defeating dark with its orange red fingers
setting ablaze, the ground, the leaves
and everything it touches burns
a fire, devoid of any real heat
snake, sneakily amongst the trees
defeating dark with its orange red fingers
setting ablaze, the ground, the leaves
and everything it touches burns
a fire, devoid of any real heat
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cascadiabound
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Misty cool morning
Grey tendrils caught in the trees
Wish it was colder
Week 4: poem 1: total 4
Grey tendrils caught in the trees
Wish it was colder
Week 4: poem 1: total 4
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29wordsforsnow
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Dreams wide open
- what are blinds for
some time around midnight
the world plucked the sky goose
expected to find your eyes closed tight
thoughts the mind wants to refuse
some time around midnight
there comes a time without my muse
searching the cold sheets in the moonlight
how, ever, can you let your love loose
expected to find your eyes closed tight
there comes a time without my muse
searching the cold sheets in the moonlight
it won't be a moment I want to choose
here where thoughts hide from plain sight
a nightmare's dreamscape so diffuse
some time around midnight
- what are blinds for
if not to lock the nosy out? -
- what are lids forif not to open for the curious? -
some time around midnight
the world plucked the sky goose
expected to find your eyes closed tight
thoughts the mind wants to refuse
some time around midnight
there comes a time without my muse
searching the cold sheets in the moonlight
how, ever, can you let your love loose
expected to find your eyes closed tight
there comes a time without my muse
searching the cold sheets in the moonlight
it won't be a moment I want to choose
here where thoughts hide from plain sight
a nightmare's dreamscape so diffuse
some time around midnight
Moochienanu
Kintsugi
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I’m not the right hands
I don’t want them over your chest
My palm pushing down
I don’t want them pushing the epi
I’m not the right hands
I used to think I was
Sometimes it still fits
When I push my feelings aside
When I let everything happen
Calm in the storm
When it’s a hurricane
And yet I’m still not heard
When I whispered
So I’m silently waiting
For the eye to pass by
As the life my hands hold
Softens into the mattress
I’m not the right ones
To be holding you
But I am the ones here
So I do.
I don’t want them over your chest
My palm pushing down
I don’t want them pushing the epi
I’m not the right hands
I used to think I was
Sometimes it still fits
When I push my feelings aside
When I let everything happen
Calm in the storm
When it’s a hurricane
And yet I’m still not heard
When I whispered
So I’m silently waiting
For the eye to pass by
As the life my hands hold
Softens into the mattress
I’m not the right ones
To be holding you
But I am the ones here
So I do.
GuiltyPleasure
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Week 5 Poem 8
Stroll for the Soul (luc bat)
I long to take a stroll
with pack, inside, bedroll and map,
a blanket I can wrap.
And take a sturdy sapling to
help when the path’s askew.
The walk will let me meditate
and things that aggravate,
that put me in a state, will leave.
Stroll for the Soul (luc bat)
I long to take a stroll
with pack, inside, bedroll and map,
a blanket I can wrap.
And take a sturdy sapling to
help when the path’s askew.
The walk will let me meditate
and things that aggravate,
that put me in a state, will leave.
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Tzara
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Concert
I can remember changing my clothes
late that night in Stanley Park
because, well, I wanted
to appear respectable to you.
It was in a parking lot
near Lion's Gate.
I didn't get out of my car,
so be thankful for that.
I think that the symphony
was playing something so honest
as Brahms or even
late Tchaikovsky.
So why am I so wholly deceitful
to deny that all I really wanted
was to lie down beside you
and quietly steal
some small bit of your limitless love?
Week 5: Poem 1: Total 8
I can remember changing my clothes
late that night in Stanley Park
because, well, I wanted
to appear respectable to you.
It was in a parking lot
near Lion's Gate.
I didn't get out of my car,
so be thankful for that.
I think that the symphony
was playing something so honest
as Brahms or even
late Tchaikovsky.
So why am I so wholly deceitful
to deny that all I really wanted
was to lie down beside you
and quietly steal
some small bit of your limitless love?
Week 5: Poem 1: Total 8
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