30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)
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1-11 Eight&thirty wishes
Little dots float up high with
gentle bobs through the blue
kissing rooftop and tree; carry
wishes on breezes to
where they’re fated to be.
A voice bringing smiles
and that finger-bright light
in a moment wistful
wondering: where will they
go, who will see?
One soul is lifted while
stood firm underneath,
as another yearns
through glass screens
to catch the flight of the free.
Little dots float up high with
gentle bobs through the blue
kissing rooftop and tree; carry
wishes on breezes to
where they’re fated to be.
A voice bringing smiles
and that finger-bright light
in a moment wistful
wondering: where will they
go, who will see?
One soul is lifted while
stood firm underneath,
as another yearns
through glass screens
to catch the flight of the free.
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2-12 Epistle for the Journey.
A Swedish songsmith once said
That love was a prolonged goodbye;
That though is true of life itself.
So, in this finite existence,
Is it best to wait alone for that certain end,
Or, with another, share the journey,
And part with a reluctant farewell?
A Swedish songsmith once said
That love was a prolonged goodbye;
That though is true of life itself.
So, in this finite existence,
Is it best to wait alone for that certain end,
Or, with another, share the journey,
And part with a reluctant farewell?
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1-12 Kingsized
Like a question mark
curled up around you,
she sleeps a mystery
at your side.Warm and
weary she'd held you
nearly letting her
hands betray her heart.
Breathe in soft slumbers
you whisper to her,
hoping a flicker
will relight the spark.
But never now will
any know her but
the one by the stone
she waits. Laying wreaths
in dreams she chases
times she wasted as
you depart.
Like a question mark
curled up around you,
she sleeps a mystery
at your side.Warm and
weary she'd held you
nearly letting her
hands betray her heart.
Breathe in soft slumbers
you whisper to her,
hoping a flicker
will relight the spark.
But never now will
any know her but
the one by the stone
she waits. Laying wreaths
in dreams she chases
times she wasted as
you depart.
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2-13 A jewel in the plain
A jewel in the plain -
Grid squares and flowered sidewalks;
Patiently counting.
A jewel in the plain -
Grid squares and flowered sidewalks;
Patiently counting.
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1-13 Meh...
pen sleeping on the desk
enjoying the welcome rest
brought by short hiatus
but now open to begin
only, ---
try stare then blink
but, ---
just break and breathe
yet, ---
the affect is
numbing
with no words this hand leaks blots and dashes and stuttered gasps of nothing founded on vacant spaces and nonchalant glances at the clock that has no tick but still manages to shout about the passing of time and disturb the peace of a Sunday meditation
day's out
pen sleeps on, oblivious
pen sleeping on the desk
enjoying the welcome rest
brought by short hiatus
but now open to begin
only, ---
try stare then blink
but, ---
just break and breathe
yet, ---
the affect is
numbing
with no words this hand leaks blots and dashes and stuttered gasps of nothing founded on vacant spaces and nonchalant glances at the clock that has no tick but still manages to shout about the passing of time and disturb the peace of a Sunday meditation
day's out
pen sleeps on, oblivious
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2-14 Chaos Reigns
Chaos reigns when there's youngsters around,
Adult order is blindly blown away.
When the three year old starts calling the shots,
You might as well give up for the day.
But though we get stressed amidst the confusion,
It's hard not to stand back in awe.
Because that little one will soon be grown up,
And they'll be the one cleaning the floor.
As grandparents we'll then just observe from afar,
And coo and smile and wave.
And think of the days, now long ago,
When we feared kids would never behave.
So enjoy their childhood as much as you can,
Through tears and stress and despair!
Because in a few years time, when your back is turned,
From teenage mouths you will hear, "IT'S SO UNFAIR!"
Chaos reigns when there's youngsters around,
Adult order is blindly blown away.
When the three year old starts calling the shots,
You might as well give up for the day.
But though we get stressed amidst the confusion,
It's hard not to stand back in awe.
Because that little one will soon be grown up,
And they'll be the one cleaning the floor.
As grandparents we'll then just observe from afar,
And coo and smile and wave.
And think of the days, now long ago,
When we feared kids would never behave.
So enjoy their childhood as much as you can,
Through tears and stress and despair!
Because in a few years time, when your back is turned,
From teenage mouths you will hear, "IT'S SO UNFAIR!"
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1-14 Callas
Slender they drape
and majestically herald
a trimmed silken
waterfall of red.
Decoration of
vows offered fresh
in perptuum by
crystal reflection
they bowed.
Stood
dormant for days
they rise to
drink warmth,
offer pistils in
full-glory bloom.
On the sill they
shall wilt, and pictures
shall curl; silk
crammed in a box
up above.
Sometimes
we stumble, the signs
go unread, but for petal
white throats to the sun.
Slender they drape
and majestically herald
a trimmed silken
waterfall of red.
Decoration of
vows offered fresh
in perptuum by
crystal reflection
they bowed.
Stood
dormant for days
they rise to
drink warmth,
offer pistils in
full-glory bloom.
On the sill they
shall wilt, and pictures
shall curl; silk
crammed in a box
up above.
Sometimes
we stumble, the signs
go unread, but for petal
white throats to the sun.
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2-14 No Better Place
When the twisting wind blows
And it's only safe underground,
The neighbourhood snobs
Will soon be around.
In that hectic moment
They just will not care,
That the eight legged wonders
Also congregate there.
Their rooms may be pristine
And spotless indeed,
But when the storm is a comin'
To yours they'll stampede.
So judge yourself not
Against those who're time rich,
Because you've got a basement
And they've got? ........ a ditch?
When the twisting wind blows
And it's only safe underground,
The neighbourhood snobs
Will soon be around.
In that hectic moment
They just will not care,
That the eight legged wonders
Also congregate there.
Their rooms may be pristine
And spotless indeed,
But when the storm is a comin'
To yours they'll stampede.
So judge yourself not
Against those who're time rich,
Because you've got a basement
And they've got? ........ a ditch?
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Leda's Take
A guy like you with huge arms clothed in wings
arms pinning me here beneath your feather,
who knows from whence your odd libido springs
like last week when you appeared all leather.
Good god Zeus could your fingers be less vague
as I lay here beaked, caught up in your thighs
your mighty scrote upon me like a plague
your strange heart cold, your bill all spent in lies.
A shudder and you groan at me of wars,
broken walls and roof, of burning tower,
how Agamemnon dies.
___________________I was caught up
in my indifference, not your bloody squawk
when I realized I had my own knowledge,
my own power as you dropped off and snored.
Leda's Take
A guy like you with huge arms clothed in wings
arms pinning me here beneath your feather,
who knows from whence your odd libido springs
like last week when you appeared all leather.
Good god Zeus could your fingers be less vague
as I lay here beaked, caught up in your thighs
your mighty scrote upon me like a plague
your strange heart cold, your bill all spent in lies.
A shudder and you groan at me of wars,
broken walls and roof, of burning tower,
how Agamemnon dies.
___________________I was caught up
in my indifference, not your bloody squawk
when I realized I had my own knowledge,
my own power as you dropped off and snored.
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1-15 Old man knows
Rambling rockpools and sun-dried shells, with whispers age decries youth
Tiny golden orbs of treasure, the swirls of seaside wise truth.
Rich purple stains from berry-picking, trickles run down fingers
Lick sumptuous delicacy, savour her sweet surprise truth.
Forests hold the crunch of leaves and pine cones crackle underfoot
Hideaways in tree trunk hollows, in dark and dank devise truth.
Pastimes pass by with guileless joys faded to deepened distance
Grasping out when folk of old spin vagaries to disguise truth.
Time turns things over as bones grow older, hearts and minds conflict
The knowing ones kept mollified, with hushes, should despise truth.
Rambling rockpools and sun-dried shells, with whispers age decries youth
Tiny golden orbs of treasure, the swirls of seaside wise truth.
Rich purple stains from berry-picking, trickles run down fingers
Lick sumptuous delicacy, savour her sweet surprise truth.
Forests hold the crunch of leaves and pine cones crackle underfoot
Hideaways in tree trunk hollows, in dark and dank devise truth.
Pastimes pass by with guileless joys faded to deepened distance
Grasping out when folk of old spin vagaries to disguise truth.
Time turns things over as bones grow older, hearts and minds conflict
The knowing ones kept mollified, with hushes, should despise truth.
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2-15 Shall I Compare Thee to a Danish Pastry?
Shall I compare thee to a danish pastry?
Thou art more crescent shaped and more almondy.
Rough winds do shake the large cafe latte,
And the shop's barristta makes too long the wait.
Sometimes too hot is that beverage of mine,
And often the milk froth is found to be skimmed.
The young baby in the corner is often reclined,
Atop his tired mother, who's hair is untrimmed.
Yet caffeine's eternal attraction remains,
Our heart's loyalty we seem destined to owe'st.
So we will keep handing over our cash;
To the merchants whose profits time will grow'st
So long as it's aroma we may breathe, it's taupe we see,
We will pray at the altar of that over-priced coffee.
Inspired by:
This
And by an amusingly surreal conversation this morning.
Shall I compare thee to a danish pastry?
Thou art more crescent shaped and more almondy.
Rough winds do shake the large cafe latte,
And the shop's barristta makes too long the wait.
Sometimes too hot is that beverage of mine,
And often the milk froth is found to be skimmed.
The young baby in the corner is often reclined,
Atop his tired mother, who's hair is untrimmed.
Yet caffeine's eternal attraction remains,
Our heart's loyalty we seem destined to owe'st.
So we will keep handing over our cash;
To the merchants whose profits time will grow'st
So long as it's aroma we may breathe, it's taupe we see,
We will pray at the altar of that over-priced coffee.
Inspired by:
This
And by an amusingly surreal conversation this morning.
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1-16 Seagirl
Mindfully spotting kaleidoscope colours; a glimpse of glints underwater
Enigmatic spirit serenely floating through turquoise-sapphire dreamscapes
Ripples echo from a graceful flip that shatters, in a splash, the calm surface
Mostly hidden beneath a tower of bubbles racing their way up to the light
Aquatic soul peaceful in depths that most creatures leave lonely for fear
In clam shells and coral, seabed and cavern, the pearlesque dances of home
Delights in whimsy and pride, so elegant and wise, mystical myth of the ocean
Mindfully spotting kaleidoscope colours; a glimpse of glints underwater
Enigmatic spirit serenely floating through turquoise-sapphire dreamscapes
Ripples echo from a graceful flip that shatters, in a splash, the calm surface
Mostly hidden beneath a tower of bubbles racing their way up to the light
Aquatic soul peaceful in depths that most creatures leave lonely for fear
In clam shells and coral, seabed and cavern, the pearlesque dances of home
Delights in whimsy and pride, so elegant and wise, mystical myth of the ocean
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2-16 Fitness to Press Send
The email's composed,
Proof read, corrected and clear
Now, wait for an hour!
The email's composed,
Proof read, corrected and clear
Now, wait for an hour!
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2-17 Côte d'Azur
Oh to be in the south of France and bump into you there....working? Nope!
Oh to be in the south of France and bump into you there....working? Nope!
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2-18 Refresh, again.
The refresh button
Is a small dangerous thing
Pretend it's not there.
The refresh button
Is a small dangerous thing
Pretend it's not there.
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2-19
My muse is absent
Inspiration came there none
Another haiku.
My muse is absent
Inspiration came there none
Another haiku.
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2-20 Strange Garden.
The end was sudden
When it came
With many words
And with some pain
And in the damage
Laying around
Whatt kind of plants
Will abound
I hope the ones
That are close to her
Will be pretty
Fragrant and fair
For ones near me
That have sown seeds
Are to be malformed
And pervasive weeds
The end was sudden
When it came
With many words
And with some pain
And in the damage
Laying around
Whatt kind of plants
Will abound
I hope the ones
That are close to her
Will be pretty
Fragrant and fair
For ones near me
That have sown seeds
Are to be malformed
And pervasive weeds
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2-20 battery life...
What can be worse,
when that text must be sent,
Or the that email to the landlord
Conveying the rent?
Or the call to your mother
Late on Mothers' Day,
When to avoid trouble
"I love you", you'll say
When a smart phone's concerned
You can't transfer flattery
Because the chances just are
That you'll have a dead ba..t....t.....e......r..........y.
What can be worse,
when that text must be sent,
Or the that email to the landlord
Conveying the rent?
Or the call to your mother
Late on Mothers' Day,
When to avoid trouble
"I love you", you'll say
When a smart phone's concerned
You can't transfer flattery
Because the chances just are
That you'll have a dead ba..t....t.....e......r..........y.
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