30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

[Piscator]

2017-1-20

Blitz of Donald

Dark clouds gathering
Dark is the blitz
Blitz with Donald or
Blitz alone
Alone in the dark
Alone without hope
Hope springs eternal
Hopelessly calling
Calling Gods forsaken
Calling to the void
Void the cheque
Avoid the next
Next four years
Next turn right
Right now it’s scary
Right is might
Might make four years
Might not
Not what I’d expected
Not sure what to say
Say can you see
Say it by tweet
Tweet to the world
Tweetle de dum
Dum dum dum
Dumb’s the new black
Black Friday today
Black Saturday tomorrow
Tomorrow we’ll see what
Tomorrow will bring
Bring not your poor
Bring on the Wall
Wall up the South
Wall up your mind
Mind not your manners
Mind over matter
Matters no to me
Material is my world
World’s my oyster
World’s getting warm
Warm warning’s out
Warm family ties
Ties together family
Ties of independence
Independence Kansas
Independence Declaration
Declaration to the people
Declaration Donald
Donald’s Great America
Donald to bless
Bless
America

 

[Piscator]

2017-1-21

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Sparrows

Sparrows are the plebs of
our feeder, almost always
present but never really notable.
Brown streaked above and
grey-white underneath, the
three sparrows most common here
are separated by head pattern.
Two species, American Tree and
White-throated Sparrow, are native
and come here in winter from
more northern nesting grounds.
The third, the House Sparrow stays
year round. It came from
Europe with my ancestors.
Together we have prospered
and made ourselves
at home.
​

 

[Piscator]

2017-1-22

Old things

 

[Piscator]

2017-1-23

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Squirrels

If you have a feeder, you have squirrels
and ours is no exception. Both American
Red and Eastern Grey Squirrels visit regularly,
the feisty little red is my favourite. Mostly they
forage on the ground for fallen seeds, but it is
always fun to watch them contort their bodies
to circumvent the almost squirrel proof seed
feeder or sneak a bit of fat from the suet cage
before darting off to consume their bootie.​

 

[Piscator]

2017-1-24

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Cooper’s Hawk

She comes not to the feed
on sunflower seeds or suet
but on those that eat these.
Most times, they scatter in
advance and she passes in
vain, but on occasion one will
tarry and she has her prey
leaving behind nought but
tufts of feathers.
.​

 

[Piscator]

2017-1-24 (2)

ECT

If your peaks
are too high
and your valleys
are too deep
they can smooth
it all out

 

[Piscator]

2017-1-25 (1)

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Waxwings, Buntings and Snowy Owls

It’s again a mild winter
and we’ve yet to be graced
by visits of these irregular
visitors from the North. My
son did see a Snowy Owl
but not at our feeder.
Such is winter in a time of
changing climate as my inner
birder and skier languish​

 

[Piscator]

2017-1-25(2)

Poetry for the Birds?

Is poetry for the birds
or birds for poetry?
Is the junco’s trill
iambic or trochaic?
Does the chatter of a charm
of finches have a rhyme?
And what poet has not penned
an homage to our avian friends?

 

[Piscator]

2017-1-26

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Return of the Grackles

Come spring we take down our feeders
leaving the birds to forage on their own.
For us take down time coincides with
the return of the grackles from the South.
These lovely iridescent blackbirds
descend in clouds, rapidly emptying all
seeds to the ground where they forage.
Most depart soon after but one or two pairs
nest in the fence line cedars and seem to
make a point of depositing their
excrement on our car windshields.​

 

[Piscator]

2017-1-26 (2)

Sincere Regrets at the Passing of a No Strings Affair

Sigh, it was good while it lasted
I miss you and our occasional afternoons
your sultry voluptuous sensuality,
your body's fluid passion
and overarching need
which I tried my
best to fill.

We both knew that a time
would come when you'd need
more than string, perhaps a rope,
maybe a ring and that I
was already bound.

Now your handle no longer flashes
on my screen to arrange our next liaison.
We've both moved on but if perchance,
you have a free afternoon and itch
that needs to be scratched
you have my number.

 

[Piscator]

2017-1-26 (3)

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Pine Siskin

Another of the small northern birds
that often visited our winter feeders
but this year have yet to show.
Please tell President Trump
that our winter birds are
denying his denials.

 

[Remec]

11 - 1 An Unexpected Visitor

Just another long and
boring night manning the
desk and phone,

waiting for the next case to
come along, but not prepared
for a headless wraith
sashaying through the room,

It paused right in front of me,
like it was just another
femme fatale come to hire me
to solve something the cops
couldn't get a handle on;

I'm not certain I could either;
although with gams like that,
I could probably overlook the
lack of a head.

Probably.

 

[Remec]

11 - 2 Autumn

She asked what season I liked best,
and I paused,
unsure if she meant time of year
or kitchen additive, but
figured those would be seasonings,
and then I paused for real,
like, to think about it,

I mean,
there's only four, true, but the way
they blend one into the next,
often within the same day,
makes it hard to really pick one
over another,

So I closed my eyes and let
heart and brain fight among themselves
with memory and rationale
until each sense had its say,
and the rapid echoes of the wind
resounding in my ears, leaving
the scent of its chill in my nostrils,
ridding the sun of cloud cover to
hide in--nothing but azure emptiness
as far as the eye can make out--
made me think it had to be
the tail end of Autumn, when we
would have steaming mugs of cocoa
with freshly ground nutmeg to sip
while munching on those warm
pecan wheels from the corner
bakery (and, yes, she'd have baklava,
but she always did prefer walnuts
and almonds) and, before I actually
said a word, she produced a small
envelope and held it to her forehead
and pronounced "Fall" in her best
Carnac the Magnificient voice

How she did that, I never did find out.

 

[HarryHill]

.-_-. ?-1

Fuckin' yesterday,
hammering on the door before coffee,
donned a robe, peeked though that eye hole thingie,
some guy in a trench coat, hat pulled down low,
no eyes in sight, two day stubble,
hmmn, not the holiness,

"Yeah?" I got down on the floor,
butt in the air,
looked out of the cat door,
not a cop, no shiny shoes,
the cats cold nose kissed my ass,
unexpected

"I'm looking for a broad. Everything alright in there?" hell no,
I leaned against the door,
rubbed the bump growing on my head,
wondered if the scratches would require attention,
Miau? way down the hall, I glowered in that direction,
gave my balls an inspection, good for now kitty. "Hello."

"Yeah, aint we all pal." The cat door flipped;
in popped a flic, the cat flicked out,
I looked at the picture; her, no head in the shot,
but I'd know those bewbs anywhere

live

 

[butters]

.....

 

[HarryHill]

.-_-. ?-2

There's a tree, grand old thing,
towering over a little pond,
where once was two now only one
and a shattered stump waiting.

 

[Remec]

11 - 3 Charlie

I hate when things
wake me without
good reason,
but if I knew whom
to blame for the
pain in my
thigh, I believe I
would hate them
so much more
than any
one or thing
else.

 

[Remec]

11 - 4 The Date Went Well

"Oh, you're so hard," she sighed
as her palm flattened against
the bulge in my lap she'd
caused with nothing more
than leaning in to let
the scent of leather
undergarments reach my nose
as we kissed.
I murmured an acknowledgement;
wanting more of whatever
savoriness was on her
tongue. More of it and more of
the melons hiding under
that top.

 

[butters]

starting over from 0 since i can't recall where i finished

1- 1

this thread serves
delivers sighs and recollections
offers smiles and sympathies
on a silver salver
stiff platter of ink-daubed parchment
or between the ripples of the gilt-edged

it reminds me
of all i miss

 

[Remec]

11 - 5 Everything

All I miss is
the brightness in your eyes,
how your laugh was so
infectious and contagious
that I couldn't help but
smile at the very least,

I find myself turning to
tell you things I see on tv
or in my newsfeed, but
end up speaking to the
emptiness of your favorite
chair and how that space
is echoed in the lack
of warmth against my
back when I sleep,

Cooking tends to be more
of a chore than ever; the
fridge is full of plastic
containers bearing left-overs.
And I think I'm moving more
than a little slower as I finish
off the whole bottle instead
of just my usual couple of
glasses.

All I miss?

Isn't missing you enough?

~~~~~

 

[butters]

2 -1

here

 

[Remec]

11 - 6 Dramatic Pauses

Some days,
I feel especially
disjointed,

like Life has decided
it was time for
a series of
overly prominent
ebbs and flows
about me breaking
everything up
into small snippets
of imagery and/or
sound surrounded
by every ellipse
known to Man,

Makes me feel like
Bill Shatner having to
perform dialogue
written by
Mamet.

~~~~~

 

[butters]

3 - 1

what a week
what a week it's been
All change! All change!
watch passengers alight
help them with their baggage
and when the platform's empty at last
that sense of waiting still lingers
along with the cat's miaou

 

[Remec]

11 - 7 Snowday

"Yay!" cried the schoolkids,
a sound and emotion echoed
in the minds of all of
their teachers;

"Well, damn," muttered the
great local hillock as it was
beset by hordes of
free children of varying sizes
bearing anything that would
hold their bodies and slide
over snow and ice and
slickened, broken,
grass;

"Wha'?" mewed the cat as
it circled about in the
glow of the sunray dropping
through the transom above
the door into the foyer
before settling back
to sleep.

~~~~~

 

[Remec]

11 - 8 Life Intruded

Life intruded.
Of course it did,
always does,
and, in such Murphian
ways that you
would think it
was gunning for
you, but it's nothing
personal, just
Life.