January Poetry Challenge

The dawn of a new year is upon us!
This month's challenge... simple!

1) resolutions
2) 2006 in review
3) visions of the year 2007

these seem to be foremost when thinking in terms of the new year. Write a poem on one of the three topics or even all three <grin

Happy New Year! (~_~)

Resolution Triolet

I swear that I'll do better, in this coming year
to satisfy your cravings, even when I'm scared.
You sometimes want some twisted things, my dear,
but I swear that I'll do better, in this coming year.
And when your heart's desire is for the truly weird,
I'll strive to make your fetish one we both can share.
I swear that I'll do better, in this coming year
to satisfy your cravings, even when I'm scared.

New Year's Resolution

I liked your triolet, ShyErraticTable.

Now every day this year I plan to stay
Alive and so at least I won't be dead.
I wonder if there is a better way.
Now every day this year I plan to stay
Away from all those demons in my head
Although I know they only want to play.
Now every day this year I plan to stay
Alive and so at least I won't be dead.

It may be, the same old spanking
but it has a new feel
ambition and desire dance
witness
to the birth of a new year

last years scars will heal
with memories of leather, lace
and high-heels
while spanking
to birth a new year

to change my tomorrows
I'd have to throw out
my old clothes
perhaps; bare bottom I'll be ...
in the New Year

Tabula Rasa

There was a time
when all the colors on the palette
merged to black.
I painted you into every scene.

Christmas time with family and friends,
had you in a Rockwell,
hung on the Douglas fir.
Your eyes were ornaments, onyx,
and glittering cruelty. Each New Year
I put you away in a box instead of smashing
your memory, throwing it away.

Pictures of Tulip Fest, yellow and red, cheery;
you stood tiny in the background,
but your presence was foreboding.
You froze the spring, killing dreams.
Stupid as I am, I still waited for the thaw.

Every perfect summer day,
you marred the image, a dark omen
and were the brown recluse that hid
in the fallen leaves, bit me, poisoned any hope
for finding normal.

But tabula rasa, the slate is clean.
I'm letting the muse go this year.
You are nothing,
you have no power, no color,
nothing but blank white space.

I've always preferred poetry
. anyway.

White as a wedding dress the New Year came
strolling down the isle, slow as the minute hand
on an old grandfather's clock uncloaked.
Frozen white tears fell like rice, seeds
for the next year's thoughts lay dormant.
Bound by a ring, a cycle, that comes
every year, slicing life into segments.

...and the new year begins...


ShyErraticTable; Resolution Triolet
I think I am one of the few that still enjoys rhyming poetry... (~_*)

FifthFlower; hoping to survive another year... hoping next year, you'll still be here.

neonurotic; what can I say... pure new year poetry (~_~)

Candith_Arnette: a new year as white as a wedding.

thanks for these marvelous poems to kick off the Janurary Poetry challenge.

I believe

I watch my history wash
from the cobblestone path
when summer rains fall. I watch

today. I strain to see the sun
sliding through the sky,
to hear the screams of the snail
as the thrush cracks its shell
and carries it off

beyond my weather-closed window.
I pray for tomorrow,
for peace and love
and for the benefit of belief
in myself.

It comes in a roll this
pristine rice paper
unrolled
empty
waiting
for my mark
what shall it be?
plum blossom
in black and white or
a pot-bellied pig
in honour of
2 0 0 7
The ink is ground
time to think
before the first
mark of the year,

2006 in review
all of my memories are of you
the flower you picked for me on Valentine's day
our first date- hot hot hot
talking to you on the phone for hours
going to the movies and holding hands
the sweat bath where I almost passed out
when you first told me that you love me
moving in together and becoming a family
my children became as important to you as they are to me
fixing your prized truck
our trip to Luchenbach
making plans for the future
talking our landlord into selling us our home
you saying that you wanted to marry me
through the good times and the bad, we were together
yes, 2006 was a good year, but I know that 2007 will be even better!

I resolve not to wear
my heart on my sleeve.
I resolve not to care
in what I did believe.

I resolve to look ahead
with different insight.
I resolve not to be lead
or give up the fight.

I resolve to let go
and find the solutions.
I resolve to forego
all my past resolutions.

wildsweetone ... good to see ya back <grin

Tristesse one of my favorite poets... too!

Unbridled_Passion Luckenbauch memories <grin

Honey 123 what a treat... I just love honey <grin

thanks to you all for sharing in this month's challenge (~_~)

The second hand moves
and pandemonium awaits,
celebrants halt, linger, inhale.
Premature pops and whirs
dance in streets below
as fathers vie
for their children's
laughter.

Here is quiet.
I sit and contemplate
the beauty of the last moments
and a glass of wine,
its warmth suspended
as I savor cold raindrops
and look for stars
among silent clouds.

Another cusp
in an oscillating universe,
an infinite loop
living and dying
in every moment.
Brahma wakes, and
the dreams of man
dissolve.

I stand, feet
planted,
hanging,
eyes searching for meaning
in an endless swath of sky.
Only a single moment,
a tiny speck,
a half-breath.

(c) TDP 2007

Ultimate Fantasy

Ultimate Fantasy

I feel no time limit; I hear no sounds but only that of his breath beating down against my skin.

His mouth, his hands, and his whole body enveloping me, all of me slowly, easily, not in a pornographic way, not made from love but a twist of desire, passion, and lust.

I feel so needed and wait for all his desperations to be unleashed upon me so that I can give him all that he needs and desires, the satisfaction that I have brought him ecstasy.

I look into his eyes and I see it in his face and I hear it in his cries, knowing that he succumbs to full gratification deep inside of me.

I feel his caress as he devours, savors, and takes all he wants and needs, leaving my body tingling, burning, and aching with the pain of pleasure that he has given to me.

I am left limp with internal convulsions from what his body has done to mine.

I wait for him to take more when I feel I have no more to give, over and over till he has had his fix, leaving me each time more and more pleasured then the last till I melt in his arms and he has had his last.

i am January, as your lips brush mine, tasting dew
and the promise of a year filled with bloom.


...better late than never... : )


hugs. --j