30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

[Neonurotic]

5-2016

Nihonshu

The person in the military ID doesn't
look the same he did a few hours ago
because he got tore up in Japan
listening to the VAMPS
drinking lime chu-hi and sake,
dancing, yes, dancing all night
(girls like a guy who will dance)

Then that one girl who smelled like
sakura in a soap, grabbed his hand,
ran out in the rain, pressed against
him to get warm again. But during
typhoon season, everyone stays
wet and cold in Tokyo, that's why,
they drink and dance, drink and drink.

 

[legerdemer]

1-2

Sonoran Quietude

The desert speaks with buzzing flies
or some other insect I can't name,
lamenting mates.

Or is it wind through creosote,
and gentle moans of ocotillo flute?
A limitless palette of sight and sound,
as restful shade hides in the burning rocks.

I came to rest, and rest I did.
I wish the gentle quiet will pervade,
invade my bones and stay with me.

 

[Lyricalli]

2-28

Don't know what road we're on
couldn't find it on my map
but we'll just keep traveling
choosing each turn as we go
not worried about the time it takes
to reach a destination unknown

 

[todski28]

tears fall silent from dark eyes,
as if the muscles gave out
and it was too much to bare

she sings

it reminds me of whale song
that echoes out over miles
as if the weight of all that alone
can only be sang in sorrows
keening cry
she carries the hurt
the broken
the vast expanse
barnacle covered
the song of constant movement
of loss, of redemption

drifting toward sleep
in the blues and purples of discoloured skin
a tear splashes down on my forehead
and she whispers
it'll be alright
mummy will be alright
go to sleep
and when the sun rise
on a new day
we will go down to the ocean
paddle our feet
and swim away

 

[Piscator]

1-24

listens to him snore
sleep impossible yet comfort
in sonority

 

[4degrees]

3/2

Underneath the bridge
Back in Aberdeen
A blond boy used to hide
While trying to be seen
Guitars were an extension
Of his blue addicted soul
His left hand couldn't handle
The ever growing toll.

 

[Neonurotic]

6 - 2016

Postcards from Yokosuka

Hana Gyoza & Noodle Snack stand's
no longer here, replaced with
a 100 Yen shop carrying touristy,
plastic cheap crap made in China.

Down the path, no more sushi
art revolving on bamboo mats,
but drinky holes in the wall
with business men falling off bar
chairs, cat-calling school girls.

The Ginza lights used glow here;
surprisingly, so did jazz.
Even they've been replaced
with hard neon nights, karaoke
spilling aloud into the street

Everywhere smells like cigarettes,
beer and puke. I go back to the shop,
buy a pack of postcards of the past
because that's all I have left.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

1-20

From child to young Mother/Wife, a Marionette to another's will.

 

[Remec]

9 - 4 Too Soon

Only four days,
can I have really run
through my options?

 

[legerdemer]

1-3

Anza Borrego

Is that our Terra's skin, or scales of some huge dinosaur, now extinct?



(the image is too large to embed; y'all would curse me!)

 

[Lyricalli]

2-29

"Does this have my name on it?"
he purred in my ear
fingers finding their way
to hidden places
where desire is hard to hide

in that moment
when everything was his
our spirited battle of wills was over
I acquiesced, my face buried in his neck
sighing the surrender he'd won
before we ever started

 

[todski28]

I churn it over
and over
and over
and you get the picture

of how much like a washing machine
my insides are
anger
fear
anger
joy
anger

every second rotation
burns me
with your ego
your arrogance
and oh how I dream
of
taking some time to explain
my pain to you
on a tapestry
of your own flesh
cutting and searing you closed
then
tomorrow
pour salt on you from head to toe

 

[Remec]

9 -5 Dating

My batting average
at one time
was .222, not a clue
what it might be any
more, since I haven't
held ball, bat, or glove
for decades.
Funny how things you
used to do all the time
just seem to become
some of the time,
then once in a while,
until--without anything
really causing it--they
simply cease to be
things you do.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

1-21

Sweet Pea, Alysium
and Nicotiana,
scents of Summer,
awaiting the sun
in seed boxes
on my windowsill.

 

[Piscator]

1-25

Advice to non-medical PhD's

Only use Doctor
for professional business
to avoid difficulties

Like being called to
deliver someone's baby
while flying in an airplane

 

[Neonurotic]

7 - 2016

Basudekado

Haiku's were born here;
a Japanese poem of seventeen
syllables, three lines of
five, seven, and five.

Nine, ten, soon, to be eleven years
you've been my poetess, still writing
in smiles and steps
that I capture in mind.

These images evoke a world
I am charmed to be living in
your wondrous, beautiful existence.

 

[legerdemer]

1-4

Liebeslied

The nipple, shaped like Erato's grape,
touches plump lips, as notes escape
from sweet Kithara's strings
to grace the page, shimmer and elate.

Clear water trickles down her chest,
kisses smooth skin; it glides and rests
in that small valley just above the nest
where men sink hopes and dreams.

What sweet or bitter limerence unfolds
in answer to the deep abiding need,
to which the visage of his loved one holds
unbidden and mysterious key.

 

[Lyricalli]

2-30

I could list reasons
maybe dozens
many unremarkable
and not worth noting
in your opinion
which doesn't matter
not with this
it's the way they fit
all together
creating the whole
that I dug my heart into

 

[4degrees]

2/4

For one long second
Eyes lock
A magnetic laser
Connects and then
Like a whip slicing air
Is gone again.
Don't pass up those chances,
Friend.

 

[todski28]

2/30

Hinetitama

she drives through blurry vision
she has to go get him
the demon angel
another bar brawl
and he can't
lift his arm

he falls in spraying blood
all over her face
it's now a race to the hospital
as the footwell fills
with the open maw
of lacerations bite
punched through a plate glass window
to get some smartarse
who laughed at him being removed.

his pride denied the light
to see his folly
all he could talk about
was how the other guy nearly died

 

[Piscator]

1-26

paddling in the shallow end of the pool
secure in knowing, feet will touch bottom
yet irresistibly drawn
to the deep end
and you

 

[UnderYourSpell]

1-22
I wrote a little poem
I penned it on a pad,
I know just where I left it
a good one, nothing bad.
But now it has gone missing,
I fear it's sacrificed,
being with a nicking Husband
is like living with a poltergeist!

 

[legerdemer]

1-5

Etude in water

Unpleasant when it
drenches me; so lovely when
I wade in myself.

 

[Remec]

9 - 6 Firefly lune

Looking to the black,
keep flying,
So gorram shiny.

 

[Neonurotic]

8 - 2016

Hanakotoba

I take her to the orchid garden,
surrounding by what seems
to me, an anti-flower with it's
geometric petals compared to
every other soft, rounded shape
of ordinary ones.

Language of flowers
are messages, emotions through
symbolism. I shower her with
pink roses, my trust
bluebells, gratefulness
and red camellias, orchids
and more with love.

In the middle of the garden
is purple, pink and white delicate
beauty is the butterflies
where she stands still, covered
in monarchs of every color,
big and small. She giggles
as they kiss her, tickle with delight,
their wings against her cheek

They adore her, like I do,
I orchid her, always.