30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

[Remec]

2-2

Somethin' 'bout summertime,
know what I mean?
The way you can come home
from work, full-on exhausted
after eight-plus hours on
feet that were already aching
in those nonskid shoes
with the still tough uppers
and the in-dire-need-of-replacing
insoles, wanting nothing more
than the sight of ice cubes
in a glass of not-too-sweet,
not-too-sour, lemon tea--a nice
light tang to the tongue.
And when you hit the playback
for that blinking light on the
answering machine you get
a voice as soft as the weather
is warm purring that you'd
better be home soon, or "I just
may start without you." A threat
you find to be real on entering
the bedroom and sliding your
newly naked form up against
her raging heat. Yeah, jus'
somethin' 'bout that.

 

[Desejo]

1-26

The Last Last


I often wonder if
the last time
was the last time.

The last time we met
was the most recent time
we may meet again.

The last time we met
could be the final time
the last time we met.

The first is always the first
but you never know
about the last.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

1-3

at 6 years old and invincible
he hunts the shrubbery
with wooden sword,
stalking his very own tabby tiger,
until the common enemy
tucks him under one arm
and takes him home
for bath and bed.

 

[Angeline]

1-26

I've heard them say
because and of have come
to part from their
formerly united way.

Why?

Because is meant
for bigger things like verbs
and nouns. Because believe!
Because see? Because
change because progress even
because freedom.

Meanwhile poor of has left
for the bar and is attempting
to chat up an interrobang.

 

[Neonurotic]

1-27

Cat Haipu

The cats only poop
when I get home
my hello moves furry stinkers.







cold medicine is murder on poetry.

 

[Tzara]

1-27

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Zen: Green Tea Liqueur

It is proper to kneel,
also to bow,

for this ceremony
is based on respect

and how else would you ever get her
down onto the mat?



.

 

[Tsotha]

1-25

I can almost hear you go 'meh'
as you add me to your list,
an unpleasant task compared to
all the things that matter to you.
Conversation turned into bureaucracy,
common courtesy taken too far,
or perhaps completely forgotten.
Sometimes I can't tell.
So please forgive me if I feel
more than a bit disappointed,
deceived, betrayed, or simply hurt,
sitting on my cozy pile of nothing.
These words I read, they are like air,
and well, next to nothing, even air
is something, I suppose, since
air keeps you alive and kicking.
Alive and empty, like a balloon,
ready to burst. Or maybe an egg,
ready to break, slight inward pressure
causing catastrophic collapse
of its thin shell.

 

[todski28]

1-26

Have you seen the performing bear?
the one that tricycles for treats
trained not with a whip but with
love, such a better training tool
to fool a bear into thinking this
this is natural,
nature intended you to
stand on your hind legs and dance
to prance about while they applaud
she lord's up the attention
while you get a treat of tasty meat

don't miss being free, stalking
prey, marking trees with claws,
for territory and mating rights
not hanging out in lakes
munching on salmon sushi
with his bear buddies,

his power, his size, his claws
oh my, worry not little children
he purrs like a kitten
rolls over like a dog
bitten by his love for her
so he performs his heart out
those fleeting moments
seeking her approval

before the cage door shuts
and he dreams of being free
with puffy eyes that leak
because every time the door shuts
he is betrayed

 

[butters]

1-27

christmas lent a few lbs that must
be subtracted in the ongoing
arithmatical journey down
like the stripping off of
layers, the divesting
of winter clothes
and with each
layer lost the
smile grows
more of me
appears
it shows

 

[Desejo]

1-27

Third (oh please let this be the last) Interview

Three men and a phone
gather to question me.
They might as well be wearing
robes and me standing there in
orange coveralls given the
importance of it all.

I’ve pulled my hair into
a pony tail so as not to allow
them to use my curls as
an excuse to dismiss
me as uncontrollable.

I am allowed no advocate,
and the phone strikes me
as unfair. It is like
traipsing through a
minefield blind.

They ask questions so
typical they must be traps, like
“Are you a team player?”
I want to reply No, I
hate teams just to
point out how silly it all is, but
instead I say “teams are good”
which may be even sillier.

The phone is probably
rolling its eyes.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

3/20 - Mah-jong Friday

Every week Mrs. Woo bakes.
Sometimes cookies, sometimes
squares and, if Mr. Leung
has ripe bananas no one wants, she
will bake banana walnut bread, extra
pleasing because the fruit is free.

There’s the satisfying ritual of
un-boxing the ivory tiles her
father brought from Szechuan
a lifetime ago. Green tea steeping,
aromatic baking on display,
Mrs. Woo waits.

At two thirty sharp the Misses Chang
arrive, twittering like finches.
Mrs Leung is always late cursing
bus drivers every where and spitting
threats as she sheds her coat.

Tea and cake quieten them all,
Mrs. Woo smiles confident she
will win again

 

[Remec]

2-3 Epiphany Presents

Yes, it was late.
I was late. That's
not so big a deal,
not really, right?
I mean, think of it
in technical terms,
semantic ones, you
might say, even.
Twelfth Night is still
Christmas, yes?
Well, there you go.

 

[Angeline]

1-27

Warm tan sand
long blue view
Frangipani pinkly
preening palm trees
avocados greening
sundown glory splashy hue
O Hawaii I want you.

 

[Tzara]

1-28

Ærbarhet

I know that it's cold in Tromsø
and almost always dark
this time of year

but I thought that would mean
a guy would get more action,
if you know what I mean.

Perhaps I just misheard kyss
when what she said was kysk,
but it earned me

et slag med flat hånd,
and the night
went as quiet as pack ice.



.

 

[Neonurotic]

1-28

Headlines today say:
Velveeta Cheese dip shortage.
No chili queso for corn chips
No trips to the hospital,
olé!

ER doc's will be watching
Super Bowl on Sunday
instead of treating those
heart attacks and strokes.
Hooray!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

1-4

It's the little things
that cut like a knife,
letters bearing your name
from some worthy charity.
They don't know the misery
as I hold in my shaking hand
yet one more reminder
I'm alone weeping and bereft
of you who were my life
now gone, still living in theirs.

 

[todski28]

1-27

copper taste corrosion
bite down and savour
the enigmatic flavour
one so close to blood
a blooming eruption of
slow moving corruption
sneaky guile slowly eating
away at your soul steely resolve
turns to tissue thin pepper holes
and promises crumbled to dust

there is hope, riddled
with mistrust, eaten away
by rust

 

[Tsotha]

1-26

You and me,
we are like a bonsai tree.
A pretty seed meant for great things
planted in a pot too small.
A young trunk made gnarled by force,
sustained by roots grown too big,
too starved, pushing the envelope,
sustaining thin, atrophied limbs,
cut again and again,
never meant to bear fruit.
An experiment,
perfect in its execution,
perhaps good for exposition.

 

[butters]

1-28

grey and wet here
again
the weather
i mean the weather
though one day
those words may ring true
for other interpretations
right now
we're talking
no brollies for the winds to
snap their fragile ribs
wrench inside out
rather let my hair fly free
till soaked
to cling
to skull
to cheeks
framing my grin

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

3/21 - Advice to the broken hearted

T’is open season for the broken thing
Promise made hastily, later with regret
Wrangling free after days of fret
Hoping the injured party will not cling.

Perhaps the painful part is the sting
Hopes dashed, tearstained pillows wet
Wondering how much worse it will get
Be assured of the comfort time will bring

All things will heal or can be repaired
Even something so badly broken
Use hot tears to wash feelings clean

Do not let the heart remain impaired
Or true affections stay unspoken
The open season shall not intervene

 

[Remec]

2-4

She's crying
loud enough to be a bother
to anyone else
her sobs simply draw me in closer
even if all I can offer is myself

 

[Angeline]

1-28

I've scrappled the apple
bounced the Jersey bounce
hopped the lindy with you
Daddy walked the talk
and walked away today
is grey the dance floor
empty but oh the ghosts
were graceful when their
time held sway.

 

[Neonurotic]

1-29

Cat's Meow

She said she was 18,
old enough for what she
had in mind
and what was on mine,

which really wasn't on mine;
it's more like, I'm old
enough to be her father.
I'm not into family issues.

She's too young to know
how to seduce me.

I move onto the cougar
who wears too much make-up
before the kitten calls
my bluff and makes me her daddy.

 

[Desejo]

1-28

Firelight

Always, the space is small.
smoldering against the black
seas of leaves whispering, sand polishing
its greed, jungle just waiting.

Small space, beyond which
barbarian night howls
Djinn, spirits and things pretend
to be what they are not, spreading
like the shadow across the moon

Always, a ring, cheeks warm
in false flare of sunrise,
sunset, made to replace the
suns heat and light
Keeping the barbarians
on the dark moon

Always, glances cross, a
sudden spark flying out like
a sunburst in the void ignites and
Glows unseen in parts mysterious
so that when two hands touch

it feels like, always
it feels
like destiny.

 

[Tzara]

1-29

My lust, outmoded as Fifties sitcoms, yet has fangs that scythe through me.





This is my attempt at a Ginsberg American Sentence. I'll explain that form in a bit.