30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

[todski28]

2-6

thirst claims my throat
rusted gravel flecked,
swallow the dry dust
where saliva should be

parched sand takes its place
as I contemplate
a place in this part of
time when I need a damned drink

line up the shots
tonight I'm regressing
because water is not enogh

 

[todski28]

2-7

The music's playing loud
distorted bass and thumping
like driving on a flat
perfume clouds a cloying fog
because sweat looks sexy
but the smell
well need I say more

ushered into the thick dark
the music lowers
a dj's distorted voice crackles unintelligible

flashes flare up the night
as heels clack

Clack,

Clack

Their measured pace
and we hold our breath
sweaty palmed, uncomfortable
aroused

wet flash art
as the music starts
the base revebrates tingling
teasing at the subconscious
as she moves all grace, and we

we mutter our grace's
mother of God
A'hmen
it's a slow tease this one
and she is a hell of an actress
or she is so immersed
in our projected arousal
that she would take us one after the other.....

the heat in the room
the air has gone
I don't want to blink
to miss a single moment
of this

this, sex
she grinds the air
and I swear I heard it let out a sigh
that ain't no smoke machine
oxygen just lit a fucking cigarette

naked she stands

Clack,
Clack,
Clack

She struts the angled walk
that sways her ass
hips dropping side to side
sultry seduction

I stare long after the room has resumed
it's normal tempo
I swallow

take a soothing drink
to gather what is left
I feel dirty
I feel less
I feel alive in the dank

 

[Lyricalli]

2-6

Your scent is temptation
too hard to resist
a low groan of satisfaction
purrs from my throat

when I slip you between
my lips, the taste of you
fills my senses, and I bask
until touch returns

I explore the textures
savor how smooth and firm
slowly turns silky, soft
a sigh and a grin of contentment
as you melt on my tongue

 

[Piscator]

1-2

“Missing”

This week’s Amnesty International appeal
twenty eight informal/artisanal miners
gone “missing”, kinda like documents not
included in your income tax filing,
loosing a few locknuts for the BBQ
you’re putting together, or sad memories
of a long lost lover, only in this case
what’s missing is the difference
between see you tomorrow and dead meat.
A euphemism for murder, with survivors
forced to dismember the bodies and load them
on to trucks bound for who knows where
and you really wonder if a letter to their
Attorney General will help when government
officials drove the trucks.

But should the pot call the kettle black?
We have our own “Highway of Tears”
where women, mostly young and native
have “gone missing” over the years.
It took a change of government
to get a Public Inquiry rolling
and everyone knows a PI
only gathers moss.

 

[HarryHill]

1/14

Nota Gatherer

There's not much hope for the human race,
extinction's a given, without doubt,
we'll celebrate the last of our reign
with end of the world sales at Wal~Mart.

So sad that God's given us a brain
and hands to create the things we dream
greed is the only thing to explain
mis-information, dastardly schemes

Designed to seperate fools from loot,
goods made for pennies, sold for much more,
useless crap for the most part to boot,
spilling from cabinets onto the floor.

Does'nt that make you feel like a king
filling your house up with useless things?

 

[champagne1982]

2016-1-7

Sedona Sentence​

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[butters]

2-6

flash flood

black water
punching the air
spouting like some furious dragon's belch
and there's mud on the roadway
trees and stones on the tarmac
till suddenly
there's no tarmac
just great yawning holes where infrastru-
-cture's collapsed
swallowed into the angry dragon's gut
and houses teeter shyly on compromised footings
timid dancers reluctant to step out on the dancefloor
indecision hokey-kokey
a garden gate swings with strange determination
having lost its garden
and a cat
no - a child made from mud
clings
to a garden slide caught in a treetop
all is sound and battle and fury
then a pink-faced inn bends from its waist
a slow, polite bow
to fall face-first
in drunken etiquette
stiff vomit of table and chairs
mops, beds, brushes
bodies and bricks
ejected
all
carriedaway...

 

[Lyricalli]

2-7

Faith shaken
like a snow globe
and I watch the
phony flakes fall
into place again
never the same
way as before

 

[HarryHill]

1/15

Cinema

It's been years now, but what a treat,
strolling down English streets, quiet allys,
soft of the evening, you so sure footed,
and I, stumbling along, your arm through mine,
eyes recording the movie.

 

[todski28]

2-8

These paths I've wandered
chaos chosen, riddled with
traps and pitfalls
I stumble blindly
in the wind
In the rain
too arrogant to take a map
a compass
too busy to see the easier routes

Just a headlong rush toward
lands edge
the one where the eagle hunts

like a good little lemming
I leap
to get away from the danger

 

[butters]

2 - 7

the buzz word
well
phrase
taken to new levels
of stupid
on the morning news
had me pause
mid-type
ing

greens are better
than bread
for ducks
(who knew? )
but if you really must
feed ducks your crusts
portion control
is their friend

world's gone quackers

 

[Piscator]

1-3

Beedazzled

Bees
make
honey
from flowers
it's nectar condensed
if only they'd apply their art
to the tangy liquor that moistens my bebe's petals​

Fibonnaci

 

[champagne1982]

2016-1-8

Cold Lake Sentence
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[Lyricalli]

2-8 Katauta

Poetcrastination

Deadline approaches
Searching for inspiration
Too many shiny objects

 

[HarryHill]

1/16

Half Time

Sixteen days into the fray,
peripheral complications lay waste
to a carefully cultivated Wa,
but,
the game remains the very same,
engender compelling versifications
for two more weeks at least,
fuck,
a word wall's grown impossibly tall,
towering cliffs of faux indifference,
an approach of scree precedes ascension,
up,
when the climb's complete and feet
dangle from the precipice, apprehension
slowly replaces exhilaration,
contemplating your
descent
down
hill
!?

 

[Piscator]

1-4

Oatmeal accommodation
(reconcilable differences)

She prefers large flake
added to boiling water
whereas I usually bring
them to the boil together.
She says it gives it
a more mealy texture
I say whatever.
She takes brown sugar and milk
and tolerates me adding
blueberries and rasins
I take yogurt and cinnamon.
Definitely not enough to
terminate our cohabitation.

 

[todski28]

2-9

sweet dreams,
she whispers as the
"click" happens

faster than the speed of black
it's dark
it starts in then
the swirls of rorschach
blots that dot the world
when colours cease to exist

Sweet dreams she whispered
as she switched off my sanity
my ability to rationalize that it's ok
as much as anything can be ok
sweet is worthless when you're
heading toward a diabetic coma

a place where all the candy in the world
is as poisonous as viper venom
and every clown's smile hides
miles of lies,
deceit is a currency
the better you bend the truth the bigger the rewards
honestly I don't think I can live
with this
this,
natter of words whispering in my grey matter
so I pour them out in an attempt to cling
to the light and focus on the whispers
even in the black
even in the ever shifting shades
of darkness that my eyes
lie to me are there

 

[butters]

2 - 8

chancellor osborne
is no robin hood
no matter how he styles himself
and smirks a plastic smile above a
small red-stained case
for the cameras

this is reverse hood-ism
skin and pine and lead
a coffin hinged instead of nailed
a coffin nonetheless for the hopes
of those most in need
who're systematically robbed
to feed the greed most felt
by those with full bellies
deep pockets

pensioner, pauper
disabled and disenfranchised
save money
though you go hungry to feed your family
work till you're 85!
work zero-hour contracts!
work despite newborns at home!
work where there're no jobs! work!
someone has to pay for freezing tax
on wine, beer, and spirits....




[George Osborne, Chancellor of the Exchequer, poses outside 10 Downing Street with the Budget Box = a small case made from red-stained ram skin over pine, lead-lined]

 

[champagne1982]

2016-1-9

Desert Sentence

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[Lyricalli]

2-9

When words are exhausted
breathless and spent
come to me quietly
offer me the silence
of your sighs
just breathe
the weight of the world away
let me listen
to everything
you have no words to say

 

[HarryHill]

1/17

Top Dog

how
can you
understand
a blind old dog
only ears can hear
a nose smells home from miles
piss trails, not bread crumbs, lead up
dripping brush shows the way
clucking chivkens call
where's Max, supper
come home boy
come home
hi
​

 

[Piscator]

1-5

Spring list

The days grow longer,
the field has an undertone of green
the dogwood glows redder
willows shamelessly expose their privates
the geese now fly in pairs
the grackles preening in the blue spruce
and garlic shoots emerge in the garden.

There will be setbacks
but the season has turned.

 

[todski28]

2-10

No air,
No attitude

a motto we used to use a lot
in the pubs and clubs
because alcohol does things to people
have you seen the nicest person flip out
when
inhibitors are inhibited by the sweet
wordslurrer,
shoot me a shot of sambucca
down me a dram of drambuie
or just smash down a pint of beer

it doesn't need to be expensive
or complicated
but yeah it does things

wake up in the morning
shame hits like a baseball bat
as what's left of last night splashes
up the porcelain,
the stench of your stupidity
wafting up to hit your nose

The aches in your body
the black eyes
the shakes
that shudder as inhibitors
are craving some inhibition
while the rest of your organs
cry out
No!

 

[champagne1982]

2016-1-10

Tequila At The Tiller
(a private joke)

When least expected, a riot welled
up from viscera long thought dormant,
shouting for attention; protesting
the avoidance carefully tended by hands
emotionally handcuffed to innocuous
chatter. Along comes attraction somehow
bolstered by lust, then despite all resistance,
they combined into desire and burst
through those clear, plexi shields of denial,
to storm the sole bastion of reluctance,
took away all arguments, and coerced arousal
into the open, banishing self-doubt.

 

[butters]

2 - 9

if i were to write a poem
it would be a thing of beauty
a natural work
of art
a
panorama of
the heart
to make you taste
the tears of angels
on your tongue
the sweat of demons as
they dance a strange burlesque
your fingertips would trace
cold marble's whorl, sift
the fine fine grit of sand
and maybe
just maybe
your pulse would quicken
to wild fire as it leaps
canopy to canopy
till you choke on verbal smoke that fills your lungs
all bitter blue

till then
this is all i have
to offer
you