30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

[todski28]

If I Could Speak to My Past (2-14)

I would if I could
seperate the space and time
or my now and my then

And hug that me
just hold him, and whisper
there is strength in you
that you wont know till you need it
cryptic cliche'd bullshit
but truth is truth

I would hug him gently
because there are breaks and bruises
that dance below the surface of words and skin.

I would tell him that he doesnt last,
though he makes cameo's in places
you have been or are going
joy is multi layered
so learn it well
when it breaks and the grey mist clears
the world will be magic

so learn to laugh and smile
between the miles and hurt

Oh, and don't be so hard on yourself
failure makes you stronger than
any boxing glove ever will

 

[Lyricalli]

2-14

In Honor of World Poetry Day (and You)

I sit and search
for words that say
the things that I feel
in some meaningful way
to find some clarity
share some piece of me
and make it all fit
in graceful lines of poetry

"Thank you" seems too simple
it just doesn't say enough
for all that I've learned
in this place I've come to love
there's far more to know
than things I ever will
and I'm grateful to all of you
who've helped me up the hills

 

[Piscator]

1-9

Past forty-five, no longer chill
these days who cares bout Clifford Brown
and all that jazz with trumpets trill

Its late at night, last drinks to fill
a bar to close, then home alone
past forty-five, no longer chill

Beyond stop lights and sirens shrill
to freeway clear, and tape deck full
with all that jazz and trumpets trill

On to a house silent and still
haunted by dreams of might have been
past forty-five, no longer chill

In troubled sleep brought on by pill
flashes of time before the crash
and all that jazz with trumpets trill

Past forty-five, but alive still
to rise and greet the morning’s dawn
chorus staring bluebird’s trill

 

[HarryHill]

1/22

Emot-Icon Sentence

That mischievious grin across your face makes me wonder what comes next

 

[butters]

3 - 3
intravenous

float in shallow water
in a sun-warmed stone bowl
visions no longer come
to paint your dreams in vivid shades
lightning over the mesa
and you wonder if they're right
about your crazy brain
but thoughts are too soft to hold onto
and it's been too long
since anyone spoke your name
or if they did
memory's shot
and names have no meaning
not here
and they'll never understand
how your spirit runs free
in the moon of red ponies







*in the moon of red ponies - book by james lee burke

 

[Piscator]

1-10

World Water Day

World Water Day
have a drink
and think
what we owe to
good old H2O

 

[todski28]

2-15

Rusted tin cans cast reflections
of night back to the rain slicked street
her body was her razor
a shard of glass
unforgiving in its fragility
slices deep if you are careless

she was shatterd a long time ago
as she freshens herself with
a kfc moist towlette
discards the last remnants
of the crosseyed man
and his screaling thrusts

Screaling she muses,
maybe she should be a poet
making up words to describe
the dreary days of endless thrusting
laboured breathing
her gentle coaxing
and fake orgasms
if she had a dollar for every one of those.

she had her regulars
and she had a place to stay
like a net she trawled the streets
long since giving up her pretty woman dream
resigned to
the sharp concrete of gutter life

Her son was fed
and she was able to melt her brain in television
the real opiate of the masses
until time came
to slice the curbs with her heels
and spread her legs
so the American Dream can fuck her too

 

[champagne1982]

2016-1-15

Just Like Me

Fear is just another tool our minds
use to protect this body that symbiotically
moves the brain from place to safer
place, until even the mind forgets
to stop and breathe. The flowers
on the path do spill fragrance on the sear
smut of bomb blasts burning around
panicked humanity. We should pause
to think, to stop protecting our parasite
from dragging us to safety, and jump
in with both feet, to shout words
of moderation, encouragement,
and support in the face of terror.

I may not be Belgian,
but I am a citizen of our planet.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

1-5
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[Lyricalli]

2-15 Nonet

Of all the places your mouth can roam
causing shivers that curl my toes
and all the ways you make me
come undone, were I to
choose my fav'rite one
dear, it's your voice
whispering
in my
ear

 

[HarryHill]

1/23

As Evening Falls

So here, Love,
alone for the nonce,
stones abreak from tumbling,
my eyes on your sleeping form,
pillowed on thistledown,
abed in my soft heart,
duvet drawn back,
awash in metaphors and plans
for a comprehensive survey
of dermal surfaces
asap
or June, whatever comes first

I saw you talking to smithpeter, not so long ago; did he ask about me? If you see him, say I said, all firemen are crazy, and a little worrisome, burning scraps behind the firehall.

Oh those benvolent winds that would breeze you home to me,
far across the ocean and the gentle seas,
wisk my love to Tennessee, oh please

Here's the story of Billy Bam,
owner of an electric frying pan,
who tried to have a hasty wash
without unplugging; what a shock.

*looks into screen* one more?

Refrigerator Rummage Sentence

I found the beer I forgot, resuming where I left off, cheers baby
..
Early in the AyEm
long before the dawn
a bout of rhyming fever
closed my dreaming down

 

[butters]

3 - 4

when eighteen days isn't eighteen days - you gotta love a tight company


eighteen days extra
eighteen days owed
no summer to speak of
and two people's work
yet there on the e-slip
i shudda forgot it
shudda taken the time off
for daisies n coffee
'cos rewards for my efforts
it's fair to say suck
with their odd workings out
and more tax on top
eighteen's not eighteen
now isn't that strange
seems i lose at least six days
of hard work-earned gains

 

[UnderYourSpell]

1-6
Bio poem

Annie
Poet, Joker, Drama Queen and Sex Goddess,
Stepmother of Gillian and David,
Lover of Ron, getting my own way and Rice,
Who feels love, excitement and pain,
Who fears spiders, loss and not being good enough,
Who would like to see Norway, Switzerland and World Peace,
Resident of England,
Lincoln.

 

[champagne1982]

2016-1-16

Red Rock Sentence​

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[Piscator]

1-11

Sudden spring cold snap
snow, ice or rain to follow
friction keeps us warm

 

[todski28]

2-16

Lost In Us

time doesn't exist
it transmutes into an existence
sung in sweet melody's
with blinks of moments
that shape memories into sugary syrup

where we are a tangle of vines
and green blooms into reds flushed
flower, where heat and humidity
take our breath

the space between us can be measured in microns
as we enter a vacuum
where all else ceases to exist
until beyond the big bang

time that was stopped
speeds up
hours are gone

shit, I'm late for work

 

[Lyricalli]

2-16

Wasting time wondering
what it's like for you
with me gone
not knowing if you've
even noticed I've left

 

[HarryHill]

1/24

A little slow down, a little drag,
engine's overheating,
wings turning red,
Hey!
this is starting to sound

Like a blitz
like my shoes?
shoes you lose
shoes pinch
pinch'e gringo
pinch a loaf
loaf bread
loaf n smoke
smoke screen
smokey da bear
bear with me
bare with you
yoo hoo
you tube
tube ride
tube station
station wagon
station agent
agent provocateur
agent orange
orange blossom
orange extract
extract and run
extract bottle
bottle rocket
bottle neck
neck bone
neck brace
brace for impact
brace and bit
bit by bit
bit player
player piano
player quiz
quiz kidz
quiz show
show 'em n weep
show down
down town
down home
home town
home bound
bound oath
bound for glory
glory road
glory days
days of thunder
days end
end
days

Shoes for days
.........................................

 

[Piscator]

1-12

Tracks

Trane ran on two tracks
drugs and music
one led to heaven
the other to hello
somehow finding magic
in the space between the rails

 

[champagne1982]

2016-1-17

Fibonacci Love Note

my
dear
sweet man,
I would fall
as if an angel
who has lost her heart to you falls
should you ever let go of my hand
my descent would kill
my soul lest
you land
with
me

 

[butters]

3 - 5

mercury in retrograde?
must be
since it's been a day filled
with phone and email
communications
one step forward
two back
three sideways

thought by four enough's enough
but his wings were still stirring
disrupting the ether
and the laptop struck dumb
no wireless connection
typing commands
toggling combos
checking via son's pc
and then on my mobile
sliding switch on front
sliding switch on...
only switch...

lift up laptop
look all around
put it down
from nowhere the menu drops down
all connected
as if in all innocence asking
have you a problem?





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honest to god, 2 hours or more trying things, thinking i was having to get another wire tomorrow and connect via that... and then, from nowhere, back and behaving perfectly (touches wood)

 

[Lyricalli]

2-17

Even when you're miles away, I can still feel you as close as my skin.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

1-7

Eloquent Phraseology
from a poet's point of view,
either leads to other vistas
or puzzles through and through.

 

[todski28]

2-17

the heat bakes the sand
to within a degree of forming glass
the dry crunch as we run full tilt
to the water
we hit the salty sea and continue to plow into
the colds relief
until we both fall

School uniforms still on
we swim
and laugh
these summer days
when simple
and free were lived

we trudged home
pushing each other,

Through the doors
you cuffed to a gurney
Screaming how much you want to kill me

 

[4degrees]

1
Returning, reworking
Remembering the romance
Of springish nights cupped
In hand, like a home town
Comfort zone but fourth removed
Forced sometimes improved
A familiar feel dancing
On the outskirts of words
An almost audible click
Inside a poet's mind
When they find a fit.