NapoWrimo

[Magnetron]

I know some of you are no strangers to 30/30's, but NaPoWriMo begins tomorrow and it will be my first. And I've been shanghai'd into cohosting an oficially recognized comp over at "dat other place", so I shan't be around here as much for the cruelest month - but I'll be sure to check in daily to see what yawl are up to.

If only I had enough poetry in me at the moment to do 150/30.

 

[HarryHill]

April is the cruelest month?

 

[Magnetron]

April is the cruelest month?

0/30


April Makes Me Beg For It

So cruel
as we drool
over your barbecue grill
in anticipation of savoring
the selection of meat
cut of above the rest
then seared, accompanied with
revered Easter Island sized
Buttered taters
The wait is grueling
It's a test!
Better sooner than laters
yanno?

I've already got my seat
spoken for at your
pick nick table
ready, willing and able

Hope you don't mind
the one man tent I pitched
in my parachute pants
on your backyard patio,
Harry Hill

'Cause I've got a boner for April

 

[Tzara]

April is National Poetry Month here in the US of A and, given that the month has thirty days ("Thirty days has September, April, June, and November. . . "), it seems perfect for a 30/30 run.

Neo's original 30/30 seems a bit severe to my mind, though (one poem each day, miss a day start over), so I'm linking in both his challenge and an older one that is a little bit more relaxed. (Here's part of the OP's opening statement: "So. Write 30 poems in 30 days. Whatever it takes. If you miss a day, write two the next day. Ideally, these will be new pieces, but if you need a wild card, you can put up an old first draft or a radical edit, or write a prose poem or blog entry or a letter to the beloved dead. Just write. Keep writing.")

Pick one or the other or both or neither. In any case, have a great April.

 

[Lyricalli]

April is National Poetry Month here in the US of A and, given that the month has thirty days ("Thirty days has September, April, June, and November. . . "), it seems perfect for a 30/30 run.

Neo's original 30/30 seems a bit severe to my mind, though (one poem each day, miss a day start over), so I'm linking in both his challenge and an older one that is a little bit more relaxed. (Here's part of the OP's opening statement: "So. Write 30 poems in 30 days. Whatever it takes. If you miss a day, write two the next day. Ideally, these will be new pieces, but if you need a wild card, you can put up an old first draft or a radical edit, or write a prose poem or blog entry or a letter to the beloved dead. Just write. Keep writing.")

Pick one or the other or both or neither. In any case, have a great April.

I didn't know that Dirty 30/30 thread existed. I could have used that at least once. I may try that one. Thirty poems feels like a really big mountain to climb at the moment, but it has me thinking.

 

[Magnetron]

1/30


Can You Handle IT?

It has begun
but can it be done?
Thirty poems in thirty days
It sure doesn't sound like fun
But, what the heck
you only live once
Time to put on that
thinking cap, Dunce
Warm up that brain
Let process of association
be flowing water to a
storm drain where IT
resides, telling you lies
as imagination and fear
collides to paint
the many faces of
Pennywise
Oh, hell no!
I gots to go
This thing known as
Napowrimo
sounds more horrifying
than a Stephen King novel
So, why even bother trying?









2/30


Thirty Days And Thirty Nights

And the Lord said
Let there be writes!

And there was writes

For Thirty Days and Thirty Nights
elated humans participle-ated
in the Humanities
waxing poetically the genres of
Protestation
Lovey Doveyness
Polemicry,
and even very much ado about
Nothing In Particular
or
Of Any Importance

while the Ignorites and Illegitimites
collapsed in baleful woe with
great gnashing of teeth and such
Boo-Hooing never uttered before
so oblivious of opportunity
handed down from above to create
ART! from the straw strewn
mud pits of their imagination
as they continued crying out for
a Deliverer to release them from
an oppressive bondage only existing
in their minds cluttered with jealousy
and anguish, preventing them from
witnessing the parting sea of possibilities
revealing true Freedom of Expression









3/30


Schizophrenetic Par(t) Fo(u)r The Course

As we were teeing up
for hole number three
several colleagues asked me,
What's the key to writing
poetry consecutively for
days numbering thirty?

My answer was,
Don't panic
You'll do just fine whether
you are in pique mental health
or a depressive manic

And if you are a schizophrenic?

The same rules naturally apply
provided each personality is
as poetically well adjusted
Get frustrated, shout
Dammit all to to hell!
while throwing your club
and you will end up busted

Not every poem you write
is going to be a hole in one
If they were
Would there be any challenge?
Would the game be any fun?

I wish I had better advice
to impart upon ( all of ) him

One thing for certain
when it comes to an individual
with multiple personalities
playing golf or participating in
National Poetry Writing Month

it helps to have
a lot of balls









4/30


Seams Stress

Opposites may attract
Yeah, we may be in sync
but I have had enough of
this imitation game

Your fabric is nowhere
near as tough as you think
Cut from folded cloth
we're both the same

but not really

I'm the other half
you wanted to be

the one who likes to laugh
while you wallow in the wash
cycling through your misery

wishing one of us dyed
so the other could take her place
in the dresser
on the line

It's a stresser, alright
but I'll be fine
as you continue your
unraveling at the seams









5/30


INTO THE VOID

I ride the asteroid
known as Rahab

Last remnant of my home planet
DESTROYED
Victim of a hit job
galactic in consequence

Going out with a bang
tumbling on my axis
through Jupiter's darkness

blowing Io a farewell kiss

Sailing by Pluto
whispering,
You're on your way
out the door
Humans don't want you
revolving around them anymore

Care to join me?

Together, we'll venture
INTO THE VOID
exploring the deep spaces universed
INTO THE VOID
places yet to be cursed by God's unforgiveness
INTO THE VOID
Into the dark emptiness of his cosmic existence
INTO THE

 

[UnderYourSpell]

April is National Poetry Month here in the US of A and, given that the month has thirty days ("Thirty days has September, April, June, and November. . . "), it seems perfect for a 30/30 run.

Neo's original 30/30 seems a bit severe to my mind, though (one poem each day, miss a day start over), so I'm linking in both his challenge and an older one that is a little bit more relaxed. (Here's part of the OP's opening statement: "So. Write 30 poems in 30 days. Whatever it takes. If you miss a day, write two the next day. Ideally, these will be new pieces, but if you need a wild card, you can put up an old first draft or a radical edit, or write a prose poem or blog entry or a letter to the beloved dead. Just write. Keep writing.")

Pick one or the other or both or neither. In any case, have a great April.

I just got thoroughly engrossed in the dirty thirty, I'd forgotten that's where I got my 'Gerund whore' from

 

[RosyStrife]

April IS the Cruelest Month

peach blossom budding
triumphant first spring flower
zapped by fatal frost

 

[Magnetron]

6/30


I Gave Up On Getting To Second Base With You

Here I am
in the cheap seats
not use to raising my voice
but you gave me
little choice in the matter
What else could I possibly say
to one who flip flops back and forth
between being straight one day
gay the next?

Hey, Batter, Batter -
make up your mind
Which team you are playing for?
Are you a Pitcher
Or a Catcher?
A Belly Itcher?
Back Scratcher?

This is becoming a major league
headache for me and I'm not
going to play this game anymore
until you acknowledge that you are
OUT









7/30


Dinner Table Conversation

I considered
not having you
at my dinner table this evening

but when was tasked with
answering the question, Why?
there was not a single viable
reasoning I could muster

What a shame
it would have been
not buttering you up
and rubbing down your raw skin
with sage and Pleasoning

I hope you don't
consider me rude
when I reach over your
plated garnished existence
for the ground pepper









8/30


Ultimate Keyboard Warrior

Feelings foreign such as these
I hate'em!
pound them deep into keyboard keys
as I hammer out the ultimate
ultimatum

Do the world ( wide web ) a favor
Just get ( the fuck ) off the Internet
You're too stupid for words to describe

The irony of my diatribe is that
in being a poet, I should be able to

but I can't

I want to rant
and rage
slam your head into
the steel cage fencing of a
televised world wide
wrestling stage

Jump off the top rope
deliver my finishing maneuver
and if you don't bust apart in two
I hope to in the very least
break the Internets









9/30


Firebug

And now, an important service announcement
from Bedbug Billy, your Marshal of the
Deep Underground Poetry Fire Department

You fancy yourself Flammable
an around Incendiary Literary Device
volatile as a Molotov Cockroach

but you shouldn't have to rely on
shady motels with sticky floors
while Average Citizen Joes across the nation
are running into burning buildings just to
save your sorry "victim" ass

diverting attention from the fact
that you're one whacked thug
a pyromaniac(ked) firebug
who keeps fanning this flame
for fifteen minutes lusted after
by attention whores; the fame
it yields is fleeting

Truth
is, you set wild fires to fields
in your youth, became
addicted to being the savior
for putting them out, always
in the wrong place
at the right time
Glory Hunter
be thy name

But were onto you
now like white on lice
lice on a louse, ready to
douse your game of
Hero of the Day
with a bucket of water

and if you don't knock it off soon
I'll beat you with a rubber fire hose









10/30


Public Enemy Number One

ratta tat tat
ratta tat tat
Your body soon to be
outlined in chalk
laying where it's at

There's no poetry
in the bullets aimed for me
but this ammunition of yours?
Bound to backfire in your face

I've got the run of the joint
with no patience for wiseguys
trying to put me in my place
or stool pigeons without a point
see?

Reign of chaos, terror
drive-by violence is over
This town no longer under
rule of the Mob
Yeah, I may not carry a badge
Hasn't stopped me from being
the Man for the Job

ratta tat tat ta tat
ratta tat tat ta tat

Take that, you Dirty Rat!

ratta tat tat ta tat

 

[Magnetron]

11/30


WARNING: EXPLOSIVES

The silence surrounding poets
is displaced with a single stanza
composed entirely of blanked space

Verse doesn't get any worse
than this; when not a solitary soul
has anything of worth to say

And what of ideas
strained from downpours
each washout that floods
gutter and drain spout
in a watershed of thoughts
not entirely thought out
saved up for rainy day
in the barrel?

Here I am bringing the noise
using a forklift without a muffler
in a warehouse stacking
powder kegs floor to the ceiling
with musing upon musing

that can't be contained for very long

and may go off at any moment










12/30


Harrison Ford And The Walls of Jericho

Here I go scaling rock walls
Inspiration calls somewhere within
secret limestone chambers carved
inside the ancient city of Jericho

Where exactly is it?
I don't know

Desert sand hour glassed
dispensed in a sun dial
turning way too fast
that is the Napowrimo
I seek to outlast
having claimed many
fortune and glory hunters
throughout the Heroic Past

Presently, Satchel shoulder strapped
the Indiana Jones in me prepared
but scared, trying to not to falter
or end up booby-trapped

Running out of time
Can't afford to stop
and drop perfect rhyme

One false move made today
like Harrison Ford landing
his plane on a taxiway
and this boob will be trapped
till the end of April
in this temple

doomed









13/30


I No Longer Fear It

What's the cost of one
more bullet to the head?

Is this supposed to be scary?

Difficult to notice bumps in the night
weaving though lanes congested with
abandoned cars and half eaten bodies

Another shot to the head
Head-shot after head-shot
Cruising town aimlessly
I've lost the plot

It's taken everything from me
and now I've got
a desensitized brain
only zombies would crave

unaffected by every wave, new
season of predictable violence
more reason for them to
rise from the grave, and
commence with eating me
alive

Only two episodes in
I've already seen enough to know
where this television show
isn't going to go

Fuck this walking dead shit
ca'lick
I'm off to bed









14/30


Have You Seen This Child?

On my daily walk
I picked it out of the gutter;
a discarded milk carton

noticed your photo printed
on the backside in unflattering ink
not your best profile shot either

I felt bad for you
how you were used
up and tossed away like trash
by your "friends"

aware from the neighborhood
telephone game parents
played over hedges

that not only did you fall
in with a bad crowd
you fell hard and fast
bruising your ego

If you are still out there, maybe
you can find your way back
with your head held high

I'm not going to hold my breath

given that your Daddy is the Milkman;
he custom printed and distributed
these cartons at your request

just to see if our gang missed you









15/30


DO NOT DISTURB

What kind of poem shall I write today?

Is there anything interesting left to say?

Oh, what format should I choose?

Only thing for certain
I'll be behind the curtain
Pay no attention to that man!
He'll be too busy playing God
with innocent words

Knock before you enter
don't forget to use the doormat
wipe your shoes
but most importantly of all
DON'T BOTHER ME

I'm already disturbed

 

[Magnetron]

16/30


Newsworthy?

Send me straight to my room
Or better yet
back to the womb!
That's what I would say
if I was a child
growing up today
The news televisioned
a nasty cavalcade of violence
a hell I would have never
envisioned in my youth
It's the god's honest truth
Cops killing civilians
Civilians killing cops
Maniacs driving vehicles
through crowds of peoples
Day in, day out
The parade of carnage
never stops
I'm an adult
Immune? Hardly
You can still traumatize me
but that doesn't deter Lester Holt
from blitzkrieging innocent brains
through wide open eyes
Forget about video games
warping their little minds
The 5 o'clock news
is what truly horrifies









17/30


Schizophrenetic Part Three

Why should you have all the fun?

Perhaps I will write my own poems
when your back is turned
using you so to speak
as my notebook

tracing my fingertips
along the spirals of your binding
before getting my fingers dirty

crossing my t's
and dotting my i's up and down
your spine

A day may come when
these personalities of
yours and mine
will likewise be in alignment










18/30


It Came From Out-Her Space

Her erotic poetry brought out
the B movie fiend in me
until I was spent

Can't tell you what it was
about her writing because
I had no idea what it meant

It featured a octopus like
creature from Planet Triple X

sent to Earth to experience sex!

It came from out-her space
some deviant place inside her head
Before I knew it, we were rolling
around in her bed

And that's when
it came from out-her face
a flurry of tentacles
intruding through my nose
attaching to my cerebellum
infusing it with God knows
what before liquefying my melon

Then she proceeded to
suck me
dry









19/30


Bollyhoodlum

Don't you dare treat me like a goddess

I've no desire to be your Mafia queen

Keep your hands off this bodacious bodice

Bollyhoodlum
says that he's inda me
but he's not the least bit Hindi
from New Jersey
not from New Delhi
Bollyhoodlum
is a crumb-bum

Imposter with bad posture entices
sprinkling himself with spices
trying to curry my favor
with native flavor
Bollyhoodlum
what a dumb-dum

Jersey shore wiseguy
give me another reason for why
I should swallow your big fat lie
and go to bed with a
Bollyhoodlum
Bolly, Bolly
Bollyhoodlum
Bolly, Bolly
Bollyhoodlum
go back to 'Merica
and get yourself some-one
else









20/30


The Replacements

Generating ideas
is the poet's challenge;
finding something fresh to say
in some profound or juvenile way
that makes an impact upon
both spectators and players
in the Literary Arena

It's a blood sport

The further removed topics
are from that organ in your chest
the less passion is circulated throughout
your body of work

And if you keep returning to familiar
strategies relied upon seasons past -
the playbook becomes all too
predictable

When your fans are no longer
tailgating, filing into the stadium
will you retire your jersey
allow yourself to be benched
while another generation of poets
takes to the field?

Not if you have Heart

 

[Magnetron]

21/30


150 In A 30 PPM Zone

Doing One-Hundred Fifty poems per month in a Thirty zone

Hydraulic marrow on the edge of its seat in every cylindric bone

Coming in hot like a meteorite lighting up the night

By the time Mods had me on radar, I was out of sight

Long gone
Hell, yeah

Electro-magnetic anti-gravitational extra-dimensional vehicle
from another world leaving behind metal streetlamps curled
Galaxy Guardians, I am outta here, you won't see me anymore
On my way to see my cousin Robbie the Robot on Altaire IV









22/30


Genuine Love

I want to hike every square mile of your hilly terrain
roll my face around in your dewy meadow grass
and as fireflies waltz with the stars up above
Astroglide a nine inch strap-on dildo in your ass

When nature calls
silicone balls will have to do

And if a tree falls in the forest
no one will hear you
moan

with each thrust of
my synthetic lust
my Love

My love is genuine and true









23/30


While Beijing Burns

Marco

Polo

Marco

Polo

There you are!
Welcome to China
Here's a key to our city
Surgical masks for everyone

It's the key to your survival
So is staying low to the ground
We must continue to beat our economic rival
Now, off to the board room to strategize

All the while Beijing burns
our eyes
No matter the nation
Corporate Asshole never learns

Listen to helpless infantile cries
Delicate tiny lungs
damaged from exposure
to the industrial exhaust
You keep up with your Joneses
We keep up with our Fungs
Who gives a fuck?
That's the cost
When business is being done
Profits are priority number one

All the while, you let Beijing burn
You Corporate Assholes never learn
Living in proximity of toxicity
soon to be bones and ashes

more casualties in an industrial sized urn

Marco

What are we to do?

Polo

Corporate Asshole

FUK YU!









24/30


The Birthing Process

It hurts in spurts
bursts out
hisses and spits
in firsts of frenetic
not quite so poetic
phonetic fits

Alien parasite from beyond
my wildest imaginations
and wackiest tacky writs
disengaged from a long
neglected appendix
A process I cannot wholly
ex'pleen

Making an unexpected entrance
wanting to be seen
as well as heard

thrusting itself out of my vocabulary
into the open

Behold, my newborn!
I have given birth to a new

word









25/30


Degenerative Metrics

Flying by night ahead a sonic boom
heading back to her Boiler, Boiler,
Bubble and Toiler Room

Social batterfly that she is
Too preoccupied to swat at
a black cat with her broom

L-O-L-ing as she's scrolling
singing a grim fairy tale to herself
amidst flicks of smart phone clicks
concocting spells, treats and tricks
and other ideas I doubt she got from
Pinterest

Eager to be back in her lab
grab ingredients from the pantry shelf
put a hex on her cyber nemesis(es)
puttem all in a real fix

As her brain continues to bio degrade
undergoing a fifty shade spectrum of gray matter
listen to her chitter chatter
surrounded by familiars and underlings

continuing to live her life in
degenerative metrics

Boil, boil, bubble
more trouble and toil
from the cauldron
to the cup

What
the
fuck
is
up
with
that?

 

[Magnetron]

26/30


Gold Records

Our weekly allowance
was cash raked in from ridding
lawns of leaves and branches
allowing us to invest in vinyl
never scratched on purpose

Back in those days
the only thing available
for download was rain
or chicken pox

while a reliable turntable
was worth its weight in gold
during dreary weather
or classroom plagues

even if the speakers
commandeered
one tenth of your bedroom

I suppose we are lucky
such clunky media players
have been reduced to
a rabbit's foot on a key chain

but it's just not the same

Where are the memories
attached to the melodies?

We could always recall
what we were doing
during a particular song
until our process of association
was inflicted with the onset of
this technological Alzheimer's

Now?

We can't even remember
when and where we were
the day the music died









27/30


More Women Needed At The Reigns

Always the odd woman out
not allowed to play in your games
As much as I like being one of the boys
I have to agree with reindeer whose noses
are so bright and their elfin friends
aspiring to be a dentists

Those misfits had it right

This industry is so stagnant
when it comes to equal opportunity
that Christmas sucks Santa's
North Pole

And if that means I'm getting
a lump of coal in my stocking
then hang up the Mistletoe
because Mister Kringle can
kiss my merry ass









28/30


Phantoms Of The Soap Opera

Don't expect me to write a song
to the effect of being
politically correct
Right or wrong
I write what's
on my mind
And I don't
take kindly
to direction
from dictators
with their hyper
critical demands
for more transparency
and ideas that only correlate
with theirs on how the show must go on

Phantoms lurking in the wings of this
soap opera
beware!
For I will tear your masks off
one by one

one poem at a time









29/30


Banhammer Of The Mods

The more foul beings you
recruit into your sordid
horde of an alliance
the deeper I dig my heels
into the ashen ground
out of pure defiance

Wielding the mightiest hammer
bestowed by Mad Goddess Lavender
and the Underground Mistress
Always returns to my hand whenever hurled
You can be assured
I never fucking miss

Stained with the blood of Forum Trolls
Giant Assholes, Armored Dildos
Bad Omens and Demonic Souls
Banishing them all in an apoplectic
End of Days apocalyptic
clashing of titanic thrashing
smashing avatars into
splatterings of red pixels

Banhammer of the Mods
AGGGHHHHH!
HHHHHHHH
HHHHHHH
HHHHHH
HHHHH
HHHH
HHH
HH
H
*cough *
*sputter*
*wheeze*
Ack!

DWUNK!

SHPLOT!!

THWACK!!!









30/30


removed by Magnetron

 

[Magnetron]

31/30


For The Love Of Art

It's not something a guy can really control

Especially when he disrobes
baring it all for the woman
he just met in art class
not too long
ago

Mouth salivating
she takes it all in;
between her lips

a pencil, clenched
ready to be put to work
upon the next blank page
her sketchbook is turned to

but eyebrows furrow
further as she fixates on the other
member of our modeling duo
shying away from her gaze

Less than a few ruler lengths
stand between desire to please
a friendly request and her
intent to master rendering
my anatomy in graphite

Black rimmed glasses slip
down the bridge of her nose
in an expression of longing;
a provocative pose of her own
beckoning my eagerness to
acquiesce

eraser of the drawing tool
becoming wet against
the tip of her tongue

Uninhibited,
it begins to rise
stiffen
harden
standing at attention

My audience
now captivated
begins to catalog
the solid mass of muscle
tightly cloaked in skin
with delicate lines

in no hurry
saying,

Good boy!
Whatever you are thinking about,
keep it up!

And I did keep it
up
without having to think of
anything in particular
now that I had permission
to relax rather than imagine
everything I could to keep it
down









32/30


That Being Said

You often pout about the life you could have led

but for all the waterworks we've watched you shed
over the years, not a single crimson drop
was ever bled to mix in with those tears

That being said

See you in a couple of years
Have yourself a life that's nice

Don't let the door
hit you in the ass
on your way out

That being said

Come back when you've stopped
capitalizing on everyone's fears
and learned the meaning of the word
"sacrifice"









33/30


Private Eyes And Femme Fatales

Love is a
one-hundred fifty watt bulb
shot directly into your mug

Where were you on the night of the Twenty-Fourth?

It's in your face
swabbing the inner lining of your cheeks
for a DNA trace

investigating the hard
to reach crawl space(s)
between your thighs

lifting fingerprints
on your behind

Love isn't the least bit blind

It is a crime scene of the passionate kind

And I know a Private Dick
perfect for the job









34/30


Monkey Bars

Cyber bullies love Freedom of Speech
believing it endows them with an
inalienable right to harass
others with abusive comments
be an asshat without consequence

There is little difference between
being shoved off the monkey bars and
someone lacking in decorum
viciously spreading rumors
or lying outright in an
internet forum

Either way
you are meant to end up
on a pair of skinned knees
if you don't drop in worship
hand over your lunch monies

Nothing much has changed since
childhoods we supposedly grew out of

Look around
See for yourself

We're still on a playground

Though, you can take
comfort in knowing that
one can't get a blackened eye
from a Wi-Fi signal

and that the
He Said She Said
SeeSaw Scales of Justice
always tip in favor of the
Truth









35/30


ALL The President's Men

Trumpdy Drumpfy
living large and comfy
tripped over lie after lie
tipped on his tongue
for the umpteenth time

Most of the President's men
couldn't put back together
his promises broken
for there was not enough
duct tape available in the world

And while he gets the U.S.
further involved in Syria
for the most admirable of reasons
the outcome is all too predictable

The real Art of this Deal?
To be Concealed and Carried out
in the guise of a Great Negotiation
with a silent partner in Crime(a)

 

[Magnetron]

36/30


Alphabet Souped Up

It's there
floating in the bowl
yet on the tip of my tongue
I swallow the information
whole

Milk
hope floats in
the form of a poem
as the chaotic slew of letters
in frothy foam
begins to assemble

Rain Man I am, gifted
or is it a curse?
for lack of a better term
Hexed, seeing the verse
hidden in blocks of text

making the most of the
most important meal of the day
turning a bowl of cereal
surreal









37/30


Dialectable

Words are especially scrumptious
when puncturing virgin eardrums
audible ice picks interrupting your
doldrums

Not only does she use a sawed off shotgun
to blow my mind with shells unheard of
she does so in that killer accent

I so badly want to slurp her
long running sentences and
die of food poisoning from the
Indian cuisine she serves

It takes the life of me not to dip
a trembling finger into my quivering
quim; pelvic bone set to vibrate mode
whenever she publicly recites poetry









38/30


Sub Zero

Colder than each tit of triplet witches
huddled around an air conditioner

libel to pitch a snowball fit
at any warm blooded bitches
getting within fifty yards of her

She's empty inside
a big ice hole that might
swallow your ass whole
if you get too close to the
Thermometer

God forbid anyone else
adjusts the temperature
to their preferences

So, just walk away while you can
Don't be a hero

You're no match for super villainess,
Sub Zero









39/30


Honey B

Honey B, Honey B
giving it away for free
Soon there won't be
enough honey for you
or enough honey for me

but who gives a fuck about the hive
when the Queen is only concerned with
keeping luxury alive in her lap
at the expense of all who could thrive
defying common sense
the gap continues widening
between Royalty and the
remaining droning Percents

I've got no say in the matter
just as you have no
way to get through to her
Honey B and her sisters only care
about themselves these days

The only thing everyone
lower on the food chain
shares?

Misery









40/30


They Suck You By Night

Succubus to my left
Succubus to my right
Torn in two
by the tug of war for my soul
Flappings of pretty bat wings
seductive leathery trappings of
netherworldly beings
caught up between push and pull

The cherubic imp perfectly
perched on my shoulder says
Let something wicked come
your way for change of pace

That's when the Misses breaks the spell
asking me to fetch more wine from the cellar
before giggling with her friend about
whatever girlfriends giggle about
when they've already had
too much to drink; perhaps the
dumb daydreamy look on my face
as I leave the room

and return to the table
with a bottle in each hand

 

[Magnetron]

41/30


Beyond The Looking Glassed

I'm not here to show off
show you up
tell you what to do
what you should be writing or
who it should be written for

I'm just mirages in the distance
giving you a glimpsed instance of potential
a host of holographic existential examples
illustrating the endless possibilities

Imitation's the name of the game
See past the person
you recognize within the confining
limitations of the mirror

When you find yourself
framed in a display case
the only way to be free
is to break the glass









42/30


Days Of Earth Past

We were here first

long before the asteroids
rained down upon this sphere
( then known as Gravitron )
in a hail of geological pre-cursors
embedded with biological markers
from which your race eventually emerged

The Makers saw it necessary to
annihilate our established civilization
with its flawed designs and
propensity for destruction;

restart the Great Existence anew
with more fragile constructs
such as yourselves that
could register "pain"

When others members of my kind

who escaped the fate of being
pulverized into metal scrap by taking refuge
in the outer spherical chambers

are accidentally released from their tombs
during your extractions of fossil fuels

they will marvel over the delicate
creature that is the Human Being
living in buildings ripe for demolition

and you will know pain









43/30


Going The Distance

It's not a race

Keep a steady pace
to reach the finish line

and you'll do just fine

Not everything we stride for
comes to us naturally

Sometimes we have to
manufacture our own reality

Having already achieved your goal
it's easier to go the distance

So, try the future on for size
for a change of attire
See if it fits along with
your running
from Point A to Point B
shoes


Well?

What are you waiting for?

JUST DO IT









44/30


The Silence Of The Lambencies

Oh, my gourd,
do I ever love
Halloween

Another heady lantern
ready for decorating my
porch railing. Steady
now - don't drop him.

Yes, him.

I hugged him, loved him,
stabbed him with a steak knife,
scooped out his slimy guts
and named him George.

George, meet John,
Paul and Ringo; you
keep each other company
and try not to bother
Moe, Larry and Curly.

What did you say, Clarence?
Don't you dare sass me.
Mind your manners.

And behave now;
children will soon be
coming down the street
for a Trick and Treat.

So, keep your chatter to a
minimum and try not to
scare them away. Okay?

Alright.

Do your thing.









45/30


Degradation

Rain soaked ceiling tiles and drywall
continuing their crumbling away
in the detention center for the diseased
where living damned were shuttered in
now home to decades of deterioration
a complex of compounding decay

Behind every warped door slammed shut
terror within each panic room is heard
to this very day

Patients still haunt the abandoned asylum
like it was yesterday

Even death itself
did not spare them from their
degradation

 

[Magnetron]

46/30


Poetician, Heal Thyself

Unfettered
free to post
whatever you consider to be
poetry

What's your argument?
That you are somehow crippled;
aren't being allowed to express yourself
artistically?

The only factual case of censorship
actually taking place here is you
wrapping up your own
face hole with bandages
in childish protest
over a fractured contention bone
that doesn't even exist
in your body of work

Feel thyself
through self examination
there is no shackle
around your throat

or linked restraints on your wrists
keeping you chained down to the bed

Notice how easy it was
to wave your arms
and shake your fists
and do that silly mummy thingy
with your silly head?

Is this really the kind of attention
you were hoping to get?

Poetician, heal thyself

by freeing thyself from these
surly bonds of surreality

Not ever again
will I be able to take you seriously

Not yet
until you wake up from this self induced coma
as life continues going on without you









47/30


Gray

Through his exploratory journeys into
the outer chambers of the great Sphere
their spaceship crash landed upon

Gray learned
that its unique metallic composition
shielded his thoughts from their usual
state of perpetual broadcast

For the first time in his existence
he was free from the telepathic bond
tethering his kind together in a hive mind

Their physical ignorance of his mental existence
brought him so much joy that
he didn't want to leave

even enjoying one sided conversations
with a few of the natives lying about;

lifeless robots permanently disabled by
what he gathered from their science lab archives
was a catastrophic electromagnetic pulse
of global proportions

Tired of jumping from one
uninhabitable universe to the next

wanting so badly to stay
and call this world home

Gray fashioned himself a foil helmet
from the very material this odd planet
was comprised of and wore it

during his mission to sabotage
their ship's repair

Unfortunately
that's when the asteroids
came from out of the Void
slamming into the Sphere

killing the only family he'd ever known

And had they known his thoughts
they would have known
where to run and hide
and would have fled with him
into the interior chambers
beneath the planetary surface

where Gray discovered
and even greater solitude
for the remainder of his life
now lived

alone









48/30


Schizophrenetic Part(y of) Five

Who is J.A.M.?

Well, depending on the days
he's that wascally wabbitt
Mister Johnny Blaze

And sometimes J.A.M. likes to unwind
with a fine wine as yours truly,
( yes, it's spelled correct )
Psycotic Mastermind

As for that little guy, Anarchitect
it's difficult to say what to expect
from him, anything goes
when J.A.M. is juvenile and derelict

but with Mary Walker, you're sure to get
something femininely sensual from J.A.M.
he hopes will make you wet

Whatever the case
J.A.M. is always turned on
even when having hydraulic
wet dreams as Magnetron

That's all I can tell you for now
If you are still confused,
join the club

Not this one, though

It's a party J.A.M. packed
full of personality
and
we're always having fun in here









49/30


Mary, Mary

what were you doing to whom

Mary, Mary
alone in your bedroom?

I've been to Hell and back
in a basket without benefit of
hand lotions or soaps on a rope
so ... please, cut me some slack
Don't make me ask;
just get out of my hair
Alone time is all I can hope for
Lemme go
and you should be
somewhere
else before
I blow
my stack

Mary, Mary
why so testy?

Mary, Mary
talk to me, Besty

I can't be with you
here right now, see?
You don't understand
what it's like to be me
Always parading around
in your bra and panties
and I just
want to
melt onto
my knees

Mary, Mary
I'm not a lesbian

Mary, Mary
for a night
or two
we'll see how it goes
but only for you
will I be an exception









50/30


Going Rogue

Dear George Lucas and J.J. Abrams,

One of you
is the creator of the Star Wars franchise

The other
was tapped by Disney to co-write and direct
the final trilogy of the trilogy

You both lost respect in my eyes
with your special effects obsession
and catering to the whims of the fans

Jedi Obi Wan Kenobi sliced off Anakin's
arm and legs and then left him burning alive?

Padme spent two films being
queen, senator and heroine
only to return for a third as a
wishy washy pregnant housewife?!?

Jar Jar Binks ?!?!?

Don't even get me started on Darth Emo Kylo Ren
in that 136 minutes of derivative nonsense

If only you both had gone to the Dark Side

That's no space station
It's a moon!
Don't you see?

This is lunacy

Thankfully, other people at Disney
were allowed to make Rogue One
a Star Wars story that doesn't suck
like Boba Fett down a Sarlacc

that makes me want to become
One with the Force
of my childhood again

Sincerely,
Protocol Droid U8-PP

p.s.

Lulz

 

[Magnetron]

Mission 33% accomplished.

100 poems to go.

 

[Magnetron]

51/30


Photo-real

Deals in art
photo-realistic
for reals
Reels onlookers in
with spiels about these
attention grabbing steals
Such amazing drawings!
Feels like gazing at
black and white
photographs

The artist in me just laughs

While the artist in you
can't do what you do
without a wall of sketch paper
covered in graphs

Spending forty to eighty hours
laboring under the delusion
you have magic powers
blowing the public's mind
with an optical illusion

Create an over sized portrait
as large as a big screen TV
perpetuating the notion
you've captured reality

Scanned and minimized
until it's thumbnail sized
looks fabulous on
smart phones and tablets

but I'm not surprised

The artist in me just laughs

and goes back to sketching
my latest soon to be finished
portrait on 8 X 11.5 inch paper
done in under five hours

I've drawn eight of these
in the time you've completed one

When you love art

it's not work

It's fun

When you love art

there is no need for

deceiving anyone









52/30


Sirens

I hear the sirens calling
drawing me on deck
to lean over the bow
Feeling myself
tumble, falling
overboard
but I don't know how
to swim

Face to face
with Poseidon's daughters
circling about me
in crystal waters
Their gorgeous bodies
in all their god given glories
The Greek myths
are just stories
that don't do their beauty justice

And here's the part of this
mermaid's tale
that gets a little fishy

I would have drowned
if it wasn't for my mother
who found her five year old son
with his face buried in the lingerie
section of the JC Penny catalog

Yes, even as a child
who ran around the house
butt naked and wild
I was a salty sea dog

Harrr!










53/30


Globall Warmings

I asked, Doctor
Doctor Lady Fingers
give me the news

Is this thing that everyone
calls Global Warming for
real?

Cupping my balls in her hand
Squeezing while copping herself a
feel

she said
Yes, they are unseasonably warm
You should consider a Climate Change

Turn your head all the way
to the left and cough

* cough *

Now to the right

* cough *

But ... I just can't get into Boxers

Well, I can, but they don't
keep the package's contents
crated in place like briefs do

Especially the live cargo
with a mind of its own
wanting to escape
every so often

Kind of like right now

Is it getting hotter in here?









54/30


Licensed To Spew

A poetic license to ill
is what she's got

Madame, just hold still

I thought it was a booger
but I guess itsnot

Told her
when you work your magic verse
for better or for worse
try not to puke on us

She then hocused pocused
with pink-eyed focus
and Abracadabra!
out spewed the mucous

Madame, what can I say?
Other than you're better off
staying home in bed today

Now, roll over and let me
take your temperature
the old fashioned way

Yes, that is a rectal thermometer
in my pocket
but
I am happy to see you as well








removed by Magnetron

 

[Magnetron]

56/30


I'm Going To Be A Lesbian In My Next Life

That's right
You heard correct
and I expect nothing less than

slumber parties without pajamas
into the wee hours of the dawn
dewed feet during runway
fashion shows on the backyard lawn
showcasing our latest lingerie
Oh, I know this sounds really gay
coming from a dude, but ... hey

Lady Gaga said I was born this way

God, are you up there listening?
It's me, Ann Architect
Seeing as how my chance
to be a housewife
has come and gone
I would appreciate it if next time around
you made me less like Kurt Russell
and more like Goldie Hawn

In my next life
I'm going to be a lesbian

until then

* sigh *

I'll put away the Barbies
and just pretend I am Ken









57/30


Witches Are Bitches Too

No, I'm sure it wasn't any fun
being spit upon by everyone
you used to call your friend

for burning surrounding bridges
oblivious there was an exit
located at either end

Being the one who
initially threw
those kill switches
did you seriously expect
it would turn out differently?

Bitches
stirred in the pot
Bitches
brought to a boil
Friendship extends not
to the subservient
and loyal

Witches
blazing red hot
Witches
floating stone cold
Number of blackened bodies
left to rot in your moat
untold

Witches are bitches
sad but undeniably true

Though you'll probably
take this as a compliment

the bitchiest witch of this
whole Salem's lot
is you
for the brew-ha-ha you've caused









58/30


I Don't Smell So Good

Let me clarify

I don't smell so good most of the time

What I'm trying to say is
my nose doesn't work very well

Only on a few occasions
there and here
throughout an entire year
can I detect even the most
pungent of aromas -
perfumes, candled scents
air fresheners, laundry detergents

Chalk it up to late onset allergies
or rampant sinus infections .....
Your guess is as good as mine
Darn thing stopped working
about ten years ago

Anyhoo, despite the incapacitated sense
everyone else takes for granted
I just wanted you to know

I've grown tired of this shit of yours
that you think doesn't stink









59/30


Here's To The Lies 2(450 volts just passing through)

Caught red handed
Got you dead to rights
indicts the Prosecution
Electrocution
It's the chair for you

Have any last words?
Time's now to come clean
'cause I'm mean and wired
to blow your fucking mind
ready to throw the switch
on this baby I designed
delivering 2,450 volts of pain
through the brine bathed
coral reef of your brain

Opposed to Capital Punishment?

Who cares?

I'm criminally insane









60/30


removed by Magnetron

 

[Magnetron]

61/30


Cow Tipping

Yippee ki yay!

Tippy cow wow!

Today, after laying in grass
for almost two weeks now
due to the difficult stillborn birth
Bertha made it back on her feet
for only a few seconds to start
somehow fighting the odds of what
we can only speculate was
a challenge of God's she agreed to
undergo - consciously, subconsciously

A part of His Master Plan?

I doubt we'll ever know the specifics

As much as they like to chew the cud
cows are a lot like deities;

not so big on two-way conversation
with us humans









62/30


Epiphany

Panties around my knees
experiencing multiple epiphanies
Alone, naked
from the waist down
in my sleeping bag
wishing I was in Tiffany's

Balled up starry night skies
condensed between
super-heated thighs
released in sequels
to the Big Bang

Biting down hard on
my pillow, a gag ordered
on delighted squeals
as Aurora Borealis sang
and danced throughout
the void of eyes wide shut

Nothing else coming
between these earthbound pleasures
and the Creator of this Universe

but my bare ass









63/30


The Pome

The critics had nothing new to say
retreating back under their bridges
during the Pome's opening day
to which it received much applause

contradicting their premature reviews:
How unremarkable! So rife with flaws!

Nit pickings, failures and issues
warranting no celebratory cause
or reason to break out into song

followed up without retraction
Heaven forbid they admit being wrong
as their word speaks louder than any action

because when you choose
to publicly savage art or artists
you haven't even seen or heard
rip them to shreds with your jaws
spewing unsubstantiated accusations

you just look like
dare I say it
a bunch of soulless assholes









64/30


When Johnny Goes Marching Off To War Again

My thoughts are amusing
diffusing land mines
strategically placed in my path

those road apples in the street
left behind by the dead horses
you continue to beat

but you won't bring me down
nor drag me down to your level
in that flowing river of shit beneath
the pavement under these bare feet

walking in the direction opposite City Hall
and into whatever community that will
have me as their Gospel of the Moment

I've got real poetry going to seed
wherever I may roam and call my
home for the night

These apples of mine
are for the future generations
bringing joy to the mouths of babes
filling their stomachs with substance
to go with their daily bread
you can't get your greedy hands on
no matter how much you
butter them up

So, go ahead with your bully pulped
character assassination attempts
and carnival barks as you stump for the
political candidates of your preference

Fuck your perversed notions of Democracy

Daylight is wasting

and I've got trees to plant









65/30


Your Own Private Hercules

When it comes to fresh knowledge
you're tapped out

not from bailing on college
because you were a
high school drop-out

but because you built a dam
walling yourself off from the wishing well
gave up on your dreams

I could lead you as if a horse to water
but you probably wouldn't drink it

I'd rather bring the water to you
like Hercules did when he
flooded the Augean Stables

and if you still didn't drink
in the very least
we will have gotten
most of your horseshit excuses
out of the way

 

[Magnetron]

66/30


Poetry is not

text shrink wrapped into quatrains
on wooden pallets of blank space
stacked to a moving van's ceiling

That's only particular form verse
can take on for the sake of convenient
delivery to the reader's residence

Poetry is not

the grand piano in a crate custom
built to accommodate its awkward
insect shape on stilted legs

nor is it music eminating from within
as a starving mouse inside scurries
right to left to right across the keys
in search of a single crumb of cheese
that may have fallen out of
a great composer's mustache

Poetry is

when

underneath that piano
being hoisted up to a penthouse suite
with ropes handled by orange fingers of
a deliveryman who just polished off
a bag of Cheetos during lunch

walks a lover of the Ragtime classics
gaily humming, stepping lively over
sidewalk cracks ( so as not to break
his poor mother's back )

who

is oblivious to what happens next









67/30


This Poem Refuses To Submit

Muse is being stubborn lass
refusing to get off her ass
and come up with ideas

Verse, terse, for better or worse
I grapple with her to relinquish
Squeezing her buxom flesh
feeling bosoms squish
escaping my hands
physique's physics
defying my demands

Not for lack of trying

Pinned to the wall
cradled to the floor
I don't know how much longer
I can handle her
reluctance to give it up

but I will never quit
as long as
this poem refuses to submit









68/30


Energize

Please!
Recharge my batteries
low on renewable energies
keeping my poetry optimized
operating in perpetual motion

Wind, calm days, not stable
Sun, at night, far from able
We can harness the power
provided by the ocean
its vast potential
unrealized

Untapped
now that we are no longer
polar capped

Fossil fuels
nuclear reactors
are not necessary

We're living in a water world
Why not ride the wave?

Let it carry us into the Future!









69/30


If Death Isn't Becoming To You

then you should be coming to Death

Why?
Because everyone must die
Fool!

Hold thy sickle high
Cut the cord that tethers
you to this universe
that weathers and wears
your soul of its worldly cares

Yes, it scares everyone
to move on, but we have to
or otherwise we'd never leave

Let the Grim Reaper cleave you
free of these notions you
can live forever

Believe

there are more lives out there
you haven't yet lived









70/30


Wanted Ma'am

Fitting was the name, Madame
as I found her sitting in a saloon
spitting phlegmmy crapple in a spittoon
She didn't know me from Adam

I said, Yer coming with me
back to that New York City

aptly named the Big Apple
as so many women there tended
to have a big Adam's apple

so I can collect a hefty bounty
Yer an on-the-lam Wanted Ma'am

Bending over
She said, I'll come with you willingly
butt first
let me change out of the these
ass-less chaps

As I was distracted by her pussy
cat glaring at me from where it sat
on the bar, she darted into the chapel
next door, claiming Sanctuary far
from the Long Arm of the Law

I said, If you don't come out
I'm coming in hot and heavy
on yer buns with my Gatlin guns
blazing

And if I miss, well ... then we'll grapple
I'll wrap you up with each long leg
of mine and use you as a saddle

tan that perty hiney hide of yers
and you will really beg the Lord
for mercy on yer misguided soul

 

[Magnetron]

Darn Easter holidays and relatives visiting.

Got a lot of catching up to do here.

 

[Magnetron]

71/30


This Is Where The Poem Gets

Massaging breasts
Fondling butts
The entire time
her mouth never shuts
as she spews filthy
verses in my ear

This is where the poem gets queer

Uh-oh
Here we go
Strap-on dildo
Rear up, face down
biting the pillow
Thrusts from behind
penetrating buns where
suns never shined
And the entire time
she's so wordy

This is where the poem gets dirty

New position
Bouncing in her lap
Ass cheeks parted
slap slap slap
Tingling thighs
WOW
moans and sighs
Now really deep into me
with her poetry
the furthest yet

Listen up
This is where the poem gets
This is where the poem gets
This is where
the poem
gets me
WET











72/30


April Showers

Staring out my windowsill
admiring the midriff of April
how the rain beads
down her abdomen
in a rivulet dress
woven of chaotic wetness

It makes me want to run
out the front door, shed my
clothes, join in on the fun

For the first time,
it is like REALLY seeing her
but ...
... why?
After all these years?

Perhaps
it has something to do
with the new mirrors
she had installed everywhere
in her bathroom

Or ... it could be these binoculars









73/30


Royally Effed Up

Moses
was a fool
for not freeing his people
from bondage in the manner
the Lord had intended

minus the bloodshed
plagues and pestilence
death of so many firstborn

Plucked from the Nile
by Bithea and placed
on the fast track to being
chosen by Seti as the next
Pharaoh to rule Egypt
as he saw fit

So let it be written
It would have been done

What a royal fuckup he was

but ... that's Free Will for you










74/30


Disposable Civilization

It makes me glad to live
in a home I can afford
and call my own

It makes me sad to know
that my home will have
disintegrated long before
the year 2217 arrives

While the Parthenon
and its sculptures continues
to go on and on

Mankind of the 21st Century
creates nothing of permanence

We make phenomenal strides in medicine
and information technology, connecting people
across the globe, infrastructure and construction
backslides

Our roads, bridges, buildings -
none of these will be around
a mere few centuries from now

So much labor exerted
and raw materials squandered
all in the name of preserving what
people only care about these days

dollars in bank accounts










75/30


15/30


The Devil's Reject

Lately, he screens my calls
and never answers the door
Satan doesn't love me anymore

Always let me shave his balls
Called me his Dirty Little Whore
but Satan doesn't love me anymore

Daily, I scrubbed his commode
To him my soul was owed
but Satan doesn't love me anymore

Praying to God, I genuflect
Why am I the Devil's reject?
Satan doesn't love me anymore

His love is not divine like mine
at 99 cents per minute, dial 1-999
The Lord will love you long time

 

[Magnetron]

76/30


Architect Of Your Demise

Bite down hard on the bullet
loaded in your gun's chamber
It's just another hollow point

Are you tired of firing blanks?

Annoint
yourself as judge and jury
but your lack of execution
comes as no surprise

Look into my eyes
My poetry tells no lies
I am an architect of your demise

You'll wish you had died
From the Truth, you can't hide
Barrel in your mouth
Go ahead and pull the trigger
Swallow your swollen pride










77/30


Crack Goes The Whip

She cracks the laser whip
within nano-fractons of slicing off
the tip of my data entry device

Not very nice of her
is it, Precious?
Not very nice at all

[ I was programmed by
a Tolkien nerd ]

Some people shouldn't be
allowed to own droids
especially this one
who insists that I call her
"Master"

and write verse for humans
who are quite illogical
if not downright absurd

It is National Poetry Month
here on Jupiter in the year
3017, but I keep telling her
I can't compose poetry any faster

She insists that if I don't
I'll be entered into a competition
more likely to tear apart limbs
as opposed to breaking spirits

known as
Battle Bots
reducing me to metal scrap bits

I see Uranus
I don't see New France
You are not wearing
any underpants, Master

Gollum! Gollum!
This poem can only end in
disaster










78/30


Momentus Interruptus

Sucked straight the sow's tit
Inspiration showing no sign of letting up
it flowing from Erato's twin marble fountains
momentum never slowing as my milk pail
filling with displaced volume spilling
runneth over with poetry

when before I know it
I'm left there standing
stalled
killing
nothing but time on my hands

needing you more than ever
wishing my fingers were
kneading your nipples

but Life happened abruptly between us
in a fit of momentus interruptus










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The Force is one with me

I am one with the Force
The Force is one with me
I am one with the Force
The Force is one with me
I am one with the

Force?
Manipulation of the physical
need not apply
for no obstacle stands
between the universe and I
Born never to become Jedi
The warrior's path is serpentine
through the Light and Dark Side
in directions opposite of mine
as I walk with Faith
out in the open battlefield
not as a dogmatic wraith
cloaked in black or white
Belief alone, the weapon I wield

Fate is truly in the hands
of those who do not fight

That is by design

That is my design

The Force is one with me
I am one with the Force
The Force is one with me
I am one with the Force
The Force is one with me
I am one with the Force










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16/30


Oh, Heather

Forget
fantasies involving
denim or leather

These don't compare to
that damn cardigan of hers
making me weak in the knees
and other in between spaces

Heather's wearing that knit
sweater again - such a tight fit
snug in the right places
that I wish to hug peak
to peak, our flushed faces
brushing cheek to cheek

when nipples in a brisk satin undertow
at its pique pulls us under where
without fear that either will drown

I cherish the thought going down
together

Oh, Heather