30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

[HarryHill]

1/25

Day lies down with scarcely a sound,
save the chivy of the rooster,
sending hens to bed seeing how the mister's
standing guard duty on the kibble;
as the dog limps up the drive,
catfriend's hugging every step of his feet,
miao's of encouragement and bon appetit
for her life long chum.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

1-8

Look around you, they said,
select an object and compare it to yourself.
A Teapot! Rotund with a lot of spout?
Certainly!
Inside a noxious brew that leaves
an indelible ring showing where it's been
......... got me to a T(ea)!

 

[butters]

3 - 6

poetic injustice

he's never seen my evil side
or how i contemplate
the torture of the innocent
to place upon my plate
or how i shun my victims' fears
from frying pan to fire
as i garrotte sweet bunny ears
with warmed piano wire!






*disclaimer: no chocolate bunnies were harmed in the making of this rhyme


also an explanation i need to cleanly remove the ears from 6 choccy bunnies so i can fill their bodies with a whipped cream n baileys combination, before reattaching them then feeding them to the drooling hungry.


oh crap, that sounds really, really evil *

 

[Piscator]

1-13

Neither Joanie nor Tragically Hip

Woke up this morning
and the first thing that I saw
wasn't sun through yellow curtains
and leaving wasn't on my mind.
Rather grey sky, ice rain and
a house still cold as last night's
power outage persisted.
So we made the best of it,
lit the stove with matches
built a fire in the fireplace
and after a while the power
came back on,
because this is
Canada not Syria.

 

[4degrees]

2
Ash gray eyes
Like smudged coal
Blending with darkness
The search for soul

Forget, forge and forage
Swing an axe without any
Visible care
Unlucky time for any one near
My pretty amnesia
Memories made of spiderwebs
Use both hands so gently
To open them down the middle
So that gray eyes
May glimpse your secret
If for just one single
Silent second.

 

[Lyricalli]

2-18

There's poetry in the shades of your laughter; I'm listening for it.






.

 

[champagne1982]

2016-1-18

Martinis At Midnight

I am indulging in this new infatuation
chasing my desires with a delicious
liquor that is earthy and warm
satisfaction comes easy when we feel
what can only be described as wonderful

So bear with me while I smother common
sense with single-minded pursuit
of fulfillment driven by desire to sip
this cocktail in a glass shaped just like
you and when i run my tongue around the rim

close your eyes and join me in fantasy.

 

[todski28]

2-18

look down
the barrel of a revolver
the thrill that shoots
bam
from cortex to synapse
the shiver after having seen
what it does to a human head

adrenaline me up and watch mmme go
round bends and off the walls
before I fall

A little bit
off kilter with my center
trying to drill holes with a bent shank
but it doesn't matter if you shive someone
with a bent shank because any holes the goal

a smily burnt into my arm
what a riot as the gagging stench of
melted skin wafts like marijuana smoke
take a couple of acid squares
washed down with coke
because we all need a little pick me up
and I hate coffee
wander down to the local for a couple of pints
of blood,
If only the red cross followed me on Fridays
they would of had a constant supply
some mine,
most not

 

[HarryHill]

1/26

Moral Panic is a symptom of social failure

A long silence can be profound as
pearls from the Buddha's lips

Funny as a herd of horses playing
tackle tag in the rain

Boredom can sometimes get the biggest
fools into the tightest places

She said she'd lost her virginity years ago
to an old rake with a crooked pole
who wormed his way into her good graces
several times a day

 

[UnderYourSpell]

1-9
The lilt of your laughter lightens a room, my lovely Irish colleen.

 

[butters]

3 - 7
channel 4 racing - haydock park

they don't so much run as
flow across the undulating ground
fly through the stacked brush
sail clear over blackwater
plough on
divots of green n brown
flung from thundering hooves
silks a riot of colour under a
sky all shades of grey
and i'm lost within the stretch and leap
the heaving chests barreling on
the flow of tail, the
bunch-release of muscled rumps
gape of nostril
flick of ear

and afterwards
the winner prancing on his toes
all shiny with sweat
veins popping
steam pouring from him
pride in his status
as top horse
money be damned

 

[Piscator]

1-14

No string of pearls grace
Buddah's lips and I'm not
sure he was so inclined.
Only silence or is it the sound
of one hand clapping
or an ice bound tree falling
but missing the power lines?

 

[champagne1982]

2016-1-19

What If --

Snow White had never
charmed the huntsman,
would her prince have found
her sleeping?

Cinderella had murdered
her stepfamily?

Pinocchio had never told the lies
that took him to pleasure island
on the road to asshattery?

Just imagine a world without
these stories and how the we
would teach the lessons instead.

 

[todski28]

2-19

her hair flamed
strawberries
she smelt of vanilla
I was a fool
doing foolish things

I had dreams
she listened with rapt wide eyed attention
impaled on every word
as we smoked another billy
before responsibility
before I knew what I thought knew
was total horseshit

I spoke with enough conviction
to convert the unbelieving
as if by dint of my verry words
I could reach up,
pick a basket full of stars
hand them around like
chocolate eggs
so we could all dream
a dream of madness

where we spent the afternoon
bathed in eachothers scent
and firing up another
budding flame of sweet mary jane

silver magic ships
sang Rodriguez
carrying jumpers, coke and sweetmary jane

it was about then
that the convictions
of duality
implicitly impeded
the one thinking singularity
and I could diddle out some doodles
about some poodles eating noodles
while stranded with an elephant
and how this would unplant a seed
that had sunk somewhere

and the scent of vanilla is gone
now
all I smell
is pinesol
and the stars

the stars are stark white walls
the floor a thick rubber linoleum
I miss the feel of grass between my toes
and I want some strawberries

 

[Lyricalli]

2-19 Epulaeryu

Salted Caramel

Buttered sweetness on my tongue
Tangy hint of salt
Creamy softness melts away
Desire is renewed
Maybe just one more
Caramel, oh
Yes!

 

[4degrees]

3
Words of wax
Melt with the hot
Tongue
And then cool
At room temperature
To spell something
Completely different.

Dreams and seasons change
Good morning, restrained
I know how it feels
To be stuck in the cement
Of memories.

My dreams are only
Telling stories
Like that one, you know,
The one you never
Grow tired of hearing.

 

[HarryHill]

1/27

Self awareness comes in many forms,
degrees, introspection modifies
these in several ways, priorities,
necessities, dreams you'd like to share,
realities, certainties and limitations;
more parameters hidden in valenced shells.

To know yourself is to know:
complete control of your world is an illusion,
you might never find someone to listen to your problems
much less offer solutions or have the power to fix them
..
He's half-way down the hill tonight
singing in the dark to tail thumping delight
astride the black-topped drive-way
like a king upon a throne
all hail Maximillion you creatures down below
..
The furnace room's rather shabby
after winters bout of work
I've started to clean but it hurts
thinking about growing green yards
and lawn mower repairs
..
One more was once Joe's nickname,
billiard fever his disease
one game was never enough
no matter time of day
but then most were won
by him in a single turn
and with a triumphant grin
asks, one more?

..

 

[UnderYourSpell]

1-10

http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn276/itsannier/e0158c9c-36b9-4f00-b1ab-734b13a419ad.jpg

 

[Piscator]

1-15

Post modern/Post mortem?

Easter morning, sitting in my pajamas
following a Tweet about Don Dunphy,
who was sitting in his pajamas
a year ago when
the Constabulary called over
a Tweet Don had posted which
they considered a threat
In under twenty minutes, Don
was dead, shot by the Constable.
I don't know the whole story and
the cops say Don had a rifle but
there is only one witness alive.
Now I don't have a rifle
but I know the if a Police Officer
comes to my door, I may well
call a friend, turn on my Go Pro cam
or leave by the back door.

 

[butters]

3 - 8

“Conscience is the inner voice that warns us somebody may be looking.”

Mencken and I'd have never seen
eye to eye on what it means
to live one's life as one would best,
his moral stance one I detest.

It seems to me that Conscience is
the inner voice that warns us this:
to do what's right especially when
there's none to see us choose. Ah, men....

 

[todski28]

2-20

Speak to the darkness in you
she asked,
I looked at the thing that I had buried
with its impulses and urges
felt the hate and revulsion
for all that it stood for
gagged on its violence
choked by the rage of it
scared of its fight or fuck reflex

flight was something you did on a plane
was not for this thing

stuck staring through a oneway mirror
as it rages at the cage that was made
for it

how, how do you reconcile
with a beast that wants to take control
that wants to
fuck your wife
bring up your children
to take to
your co-workers with a hammer

No MY darkness is best
left to lie
in its prison
it is too steong a thing to die
but I will
not
let it loose
and is dialogue really going to help?

 

[champagne1982]

2016-1-20

Fonder Is Impossible

Were fonder an impossible notion,
then what is it that makes my smile
chase my lips and my pulse flutter
a shimmy beneath the transparency
of my skin? I grow fonder until fond
becomes inadequate and I need
a new adjective to enable my heart
to beat and my mind to dream. I fill
my sentences with you. Each word,
and every punctuation becomes
a definition of more than fond and I
write a poem translated into love.

 

[Lyricalli]

2-20

It's the slap in the face
I remember most
clearly from that day
because words weren't enough
to contain the pain
that was one way
to stop the screaming

The rest is more of a haze
I remember the blade
our friends struggling to
keep you at bay
don't remember how it
actually ended
who got it away
or how we separated

Yet it was me who lost control
silence came with that slap
so everyone got their way
if I didn't say it
it never happened
our fucked up family game
that locked me up
and hid me away
as encaged as our secrets



.

 

[butters]

3 - 9

it's spring
despite the weather's fret
the clocks have sprung an hour on
and when the sun shows its shy face
i'm shamed by webs that hang in place
and dust that sits accusingly
and smudges on the paint and screens

it's time to crack the windows wide
allow the breeze to come inside
to rid the rooms of winter's drear
to bring a bit of spring in here
but then the clouds pile up again
and light and will begin to drain

i'm like a flower ruled by sun
that with the rays can get things done
but come the lacklight petals furl
i've such a lazy inner girl
it's time i overuled the chit
and just get up and on with it

gawd, even my poem's ;azy

 

[HarryHill]

1/28

Things that missed the trash bin

Bubble Gum

Establishing: all girl band dressed outrageous punk/ pink tutu scruff over black leotards, back drop is a wall sized screen with the interior image of a sodashop,(booths/counter/stools, the group, which has been doing all sorts of girl chatter in the foreground, quieten as a boy enters screen right and gets into a silent argument with some girl
who leaves in tears, he is immediately accosted by the band and apparently suffers every finger push, slap, and in your face during the whole song

I dont know the truth,
but I've been told,
you treated poor Bri, oh so cold,
all she does now is cry i i
the rumors say you're not a nice guy i i i
heart breaking bastard's the word,
c'mon and give me a try i ii i
you won't survive,
'cause i'm not a nice girl
<
> song winds down to laughter an jeers, group exits stage right, leaving boy trying to get past screen
fade out
..

Shumanitutonka Ob Wachi

Writing to a title sucks
but the words slip tongue so delightfuly
Shu-ma-ni-tu-ton-ka-ob-wa-chi
try it; you'll see,
and if it feels,
just too surreal, like a mantra
add an 'Ommmm,' squeel with laughter
or
put a question mark on the end
Shu-ma-ni-tu-ton-ka-ob-wa-chi?
sure, I know him,
hangs out with that woman,
talks through her nose
you have to give him credit though,
pretty good taste for a white man

change the channel quick,
it's Sunday night
Walking Dead's on
..