30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

8 - 14 Too Sweet

There once was a Love so saccharine,
It left its victims with a silly grin,
Those who saw,
Were left in awe,
That any sane people could stay therein.


:cool:
 
1 - 22

Fair Play

So?

I kissed him, yes,
everyone was kissing,
it was New Year, for gods sake!

And yes, his hands were on
my bare shoulders.

I did asked you if the dress
was too daring.
Remember?

He grasped my waist.

I did close my eyes when
his arms drew me in
and I could feel his arousal.

How long did we remain
tongue tied, lip locked,
hip hugging?

Well into the
new year and what next?

I disentangled,
saw you watching
knew you'd ask.

So, who did you kiss?
 
1-30 (Yay!) Oddquain Butterfly

Champion

You
challenge me
in unexpected
ways, opening up my world.
Miles
still ahead on our journey
and in no hurry
to reach the
end.
 
8 - 15 She Knows Who She Is (oddquain)

I
finally
realized, sadly,
there's just no getting over
you.


:cool:
 
1-18

Trane Sings for T and Me

Sad and low rolling in a velvet flow
a fog of sound blows through me, takes me down,
down and plays like rain falls when soft as mist
it touches ground in a warm, fleeting kiss.

Make no mistake my love we belong here:
take everything we ever did or felt,
let it melt into the deepest, sweetest
healing blue, an old song for love gone blue.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABW6wkkdQXI
 
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1- 24

End of Message

Time after time
Time will tell
Tell a tale
Tell a lie
Lie in bed
Lie to my face
Face to face
Face the music
Music of the spheres
Music to my ears
Ears pierced
Ears peeled
Peeled apples
Peeled bell
Bell book and candle
Bells ringing
Ringing around
Ringing the changes
Changes gender
Changes mind
Mind the gap
Mind your own business
Business-like
Business before pleasure
Pleasure palace
Pleasure is mine
Mine of information
Mine or yours
Yours for a price
Yours faithfully
Faithfully serving
Faithfully following
Following the plot
Following along
Along the watchtower
Along came Polly
Polly wanna cracker
Polly put the kettle on
On time
On the brink
Brinkmanship
Brink of time
Time served
Time of my life
Life of Riley
Life’s work
Work over
Work it out
Over
Out
 
8 - 16 Muse

Shadow over me,
hovering for longer than I know
and hiding
from my searching eyes,
making everything that much dimmer.


:cool:
 
8 - 17 I Am Not My Father

Echoes,
of language and of deed,
resound
within the walls of my home
as well as mind and body.


:cool:
 
1 - 26

Tritina for a Lost Love

Meeting too soon, passing too fast in time
Where are you now and is happiness yours?
I never looked back regretting my past.

All of our chances are mired in the past
Our promises shattered time after time
Our lives might have blended well mine and yours.

Neither committed to “faithfully yours”
Memory fails me now, mist in the past
Perhaps I could call you just one more time.

Time was always yours and the past was mine
 
8 - 18 No Drinking Buddy

Empty
glasses
grow dusty
upon the top
shelf.​


:cool:
 
1 - 27

On The News

Flickering in today’s dark news
of crimes, car bombs,
sputtering peace talks and
political buffoonery was
a faint and persistent light,
a small and hopeful miracle.

A marvel itself, the monarch,
her black and gold under valued
to near extinction, is surviving
against all odds.

In the effort to control our
surroundings we destroyed
her food supply so, after
the long migration from
Mexican mountains,
begun by her grand parents,
she starves at a time
when the next generation
need sustenance.

Just in time milkweed plants
are nurtured. The flight path
smoothed in simple ways
and it seems to be working,
it was on the news.
 
8 - 19 Mini-me

I follow behind him
watching the loping gait,
hands sucked up into the cuffs
of his jacket and shoulders
all scrunched up while face is
tilted to watch the ground
more than his surroundings,
and hope he picked up more
than just his physicality from
me.
 
1-22

Tetracty(saurus)

Look
out now:
this here poem
could be scary
with giant teeth and terrible sharp claws.

Woah!
Look out!
I mean it.
This poem can stomp.
Also it's hungry and a meat eater.

And
I should
tell you this:
don't be afraid,
but it hasn't fed for days. It's starving!

Wait!
Hold on:
I was wrong.
It's just the name
sounds like a dinosaur. The poem's harmless. :eek:


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XNkwe86LY6Q
 
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1 - 28

War of Words

Bird brain
Bird food
Food bank
Food fight
Fight an impulse
Fight or flight
Flight of fancy
Fancy pants
Pants with desire
Pants on fire
Fire blanks
Fire in the hold
Hold me tight
Hold on
On the ball
On time
Time after time
Time off
Off and on
Off his head
Head over heals
Head of class
Class system
Class clown
Clown car
Clown around
Around midnight
Around and about
About this much
About town
Town car
Town and country
Country mouse
Country boy
Boy oh boy
Boy to man
Man to man
Man-o-war
War horse
War of words
 
8 - 20 Exposure to Light

Meant to lay some ideas out, but they scampered away like roaches.


:cool:
 
1-24

With A Nod To Debussey We Meet Marie

And right off we know she's complicated
with sorrows that cast shadows upon her
changing face. She loses her sense of place

and meanders looking at a branch, a sky
that's deeply blue. It catches her breath
and she moves as if underwater feeling

the sky could drown her with its low notes
and stately pace. She's late for something
in this blurring of avenue, trees and traffic,

but she couldn't go any faster if she tried
because she's moving to an elegiac song
inside her that at times is all she can hear.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5t-hTZnqdS4
 
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1 - 29

A Jewish Mother’s Lament

A Fibonacci - with apologies to all Jewish mothers

“He
has
the hands
a surgeon
would die for” she said
“but he didn’t quite make the grade,
he’s a lawyer now
but I still
love
him.”​
 
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8 - 21 Jewish limerick

Two old mothers were talking one day,
"So, I hear Sonya's son was in the JAMA"
"Yes, it was always her dream,
but it wasn't what it seemed,
He was a case study, not an author. Oy vey!"


:rolleyes:
 
1 - 30

Last gasp. :eek:

Thirty in Thirty

An Alouette


Thirty days end here
but I’m no Shakespeare
I’ve written a lot of crap
and managed to stay
the course in my way
a small feather in my cap.
::::
Kudos to my pals,
one guy and three gals
who took the challenge with me.
It’s all over now,
for me anyhow
it’s worthwhile, try it and see.​
 
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