30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

[HarryHill]

1/1 Harry's buy in

Shaken, not stirred, with a twist of lime,
congratulations on time well spent
in the company of friends,
bent over keyboards, intent
O^O

 

[Remec]

8 - 22

Cast Party

The girl was cute in
that clueless ingenue sort of
way as she sidled up
to me and whispered over the
din of the crowded party,
"Your eyeliner is running."

I laughed and leaned in to give
her a hug and kiss on the cheek,
I had considered kissing her lips
but I didn't think we were close
enough for that sort of spontaneity.
"Thanks, I should fix it."

She offered to help and we slipped
into the nearest bathroom and I
had a seat while she repaired my eyes
and I tried to enjoy the taste of her cheek
but all I had on my tongue was what
remained of her foundation.

While I let her work, my eyes wandered--
or, rather, found themselves focused on
the way her nipples were doing their best
to either burst through her blouse or lend
themselves to letting her cleavage escape
into the freedom of recycled apt air and
the pull of gravity upon such lovely
grapefruits--earning me such a stinging
slap across my face.
"Whacha lookin' at? Huh? Geez..."

I got up and slipped away even as her
rant grew louder and more wide-ranging,
those were not the sort of fireworks I
had planned on seeing that night, but
I had to be content in settling by the
outside barbecue pit, sipping on a lukewarm
beer and savoring the smell of the
foil-wrapped potatoes as they neared
completion.
~~~~~

 

[Angeline]

1-25

Jaco's Biggest Fan

How I miss your bass-playin hands, sideways mirth, Celtics cap: my sweet man.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i8q6sR6yZCE

 

[HarryHill]

1/2

Super Tuesday, foggy observations

So here we sit, Ma'am and I,
intent on the early results,
Bernie gave a victory speach;
Harry said, I like that guy.

She began extolling virtues,
my thumb slipped on the volume control,
oops,
missed most of the diatribe
about this nations woes,
I know; it's all gone to hell.

Bills wife begins her speach,
but first this message from our sponsors
and a redundant recap by the commentators.
I kept the remote in easy reach,
ran through the guide in case
some other program could take the place
of this non-anaesthetic political surgery.

Harry said, I like Hillary,
breaking out the brandy,
pouring a tot,
toasted the plumbers that went to Michigan,
made the water flow pure(ish) again,
just another tid-bit of news
lost in the flood of verbosity.

Trump's next to speak,
Harry said, I dont like that boy,
squinty mean looking face,
reminds me of Adolf Hitler when he rants,
and you know how that turned out

He's got his victory speach
set up like a presidential press conference,
the nerve,
taking questions, dancing around answers,
wants to build a wall on the border,
seriously?

Cruz says, it aint over,
despite his crushing defeat,
(what the hell is a caucus?)
his whole platform seems to be
repealing Obamacare, why,
isn't socalized medicine long overdue
for the poor folks struggling
like me and you?

In the end all I can say is,
this is one bloody mess,
not very poetic as the rest of this thread,
ugly as the political scene.
I'm done, time to stumble to bed,
thus the culmination of 30/30 1/2

 

[Remec]

8 - 23 Sous la Terre

A relaxed evening out,
shadowed table in an already
dimmed room, savoring a
barely past rare steak and
chilling to the sound of
recordings of Miles and
Charlie Parker while waiting
for the local guys to get
their set ready.
Waiter drops by to leave a
fresh drink and I can smell the
aroma of Green Fairy upon
their serving tray and apron
from an earlier mishap at the bar.
It tempts me, but not enough to
abandon my usual course of
screwdrivers and fuzzy navels,
I just eat and drink and occasionally
snuggle more into the side
of the warm body next to me.
I could use a smoke, though.

 

[Angeline]

1-26

Note to the Collector

It won't matter if we never reconnect: we were never apart.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEMpIrC6OQA

 

[HarryHill]

1/3

Doors

I've never thought to count them,
but as I reflected on merely the tens,
this old house has more to be sought
before we've agreed on an accurate sum;
cypher on.

A moment of meditation walking about,
private zen virtual excursion,
asshole projection
tally, tentantly thirtyfive,
portals and closures together,
plus or minus the stray closet or two.

Such an odd word, closure, digression,
return later to this lesson.

*Sigh* Wait, a bit more to be considered,
the booby door where the liquor is stored,
then there's the metaphorical, media,
countless portals leading away,
opening doors within your mind,
except the ones marked closure.

Ah, but even then one's blown ajar,
nudged shut again with none a thought
of the crap stacked behind it.

There's doors into the middle world,
Fay refuge of those who are blessed
to escape chores like counting the rest,
without guessing,
like the one on the oven or under the steps
where the root cellar once held green 'maters n 'taters
now only a door to the past

The door to our house is open as well as the one in our heart

 

[Angeline]

1-27

Wake Me When It's Over

I
am
so tapped
out I can't
even begin--Oh
nothing is in my empty head
for the last legs of this challenge
(dregs). The finish line
is coming:
just fine
with
me.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9M3sxpdy4Iw

 

[Remec]

8 - 24 Almost There

I wait,
almost too late,
but not exactly so.
Just long enough to drop the day's
poem.

 

[HarryHill]

1/4

Haiku Season

Bare limbs waiting spring
clothed in thoughts of green wanting
the spill of his sap​

 

[Angeline]

1-28

Twilight Time

They sing doo wop in shadowed yesterdays
Sharp-creased in sharkskin pants by the streetlight
I hear their voices ringing through the haze

Moonlights, Satins, a Drifters song that plays
This Magic Moment when the stars are bright
They sing doo wop in shadowed yesterdays

Those boys came from 'da Burg and had their ways
Of walking, hair greased back, ready to fight
I hear their voices ringing through the haze

We called them Burger Bits or "Bits" They'd say
That's boss That's cool in the still of the night
They sing doo wop in shadowed yesterdays

Unbuttoned shirt gold cross the dark-lashed gaze
Scent of Canoe those finger snaps so tight
I hear their voices ringing through the haze

Darling sincerely though I do not praise
But just recall them sometimes when I write
They sing doo wop in shadowed yesterdays
I hear their voices ringing through the haze


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3HXy9mGPpI

 

[Remec]

8 - 25 Penance

Today I found an interesting premise
A fellow poet atoned for a failing
by writing a villanelle for penance

Who would assign such a sentence?
I could answer, but that would be telling,
And it certainly seemed an interesting premise

I could imagine a sort of vengeance
on the part of poetry gods, ranting and railing,
as they assigned her a villanelle for penance

But she seemed, by her admission and acceptance,
ready to take on the task without quailing;
All in all it was an interesting premise;

One might think of it as mere repentance,
but it was more like a friendly kvelling,
at having to write villanelles as a penance

I can think of few things more ego-swelling,
And even fewer that would prove smooth sailing,
But I found it to be an interesting premise,
That she wrote a villanelle for penance.

 

[HarryHill]

1/5

Dirty Thirty Fun

Mz Moggs' purring,
she's getting her cream,
licking mister's whiskers as he picks up steam,
stroking her most intimate parts,
the machinery between her ears.

Miao baby?

 

[Remec]

8 - 26 Just My Type

While the smart girl draws him in, a nice rack and round ass doesn't hurt.

 

[Angeline]

1-29

Two-Sided Septolet

She thinks
love is
an event.
She roams.

I think
of love
as home.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yEyXDwM5UxU

 

[Remec]

8 - 27 Laughing, Of Course

Enter freely
Enter laughing
Laughing your ass off
Laughing out loud
Loud as Hell
Loud and clear
Clear and present
Clear skies
Skies above us
Skies open
Open and shut
Open for business
Business is good
Business practice
Practice makes perfect
Practice what you preach
Preach to the choir
Preach what you know
Know yourself
Know too much
Much ado
Much too little
Little white lies
Little women
Women and men
Women and children
Children first
Children at play
Play Misty for me
Play it, Sam
Sam Gamgee
Sam & Cat
Cat ears
Cat naps
Naps are the best
Naps are too short
Short comings
Short people
People are strange
People at work
Work like a dog
Work your butt off
Off sides
Off course
Course it’s you
Course of true love
Love
you

 

[HarryHill]

1/6

American Beauty

Green silk clad legs like lovely flower stems above which blooms a pink rose

 

[Angeline]

1/30

The Roots of Rhythm Remain In Me

In early memory sounds of music
Were ringing round my grandmother's door.
Take this child from the township of Mofulo
Give her the wings to fly through harmony
And she won’t bother you no more.
~ Paul Simon, Under African Skies


In early memory sounds of music were everywhere.
Click, the record drops and a needle coaxes magic
from wax. I wake; water music bubbles in the sink

and everywhere I hear movement and marching,
noble symphonies or sly meanderings, afternoons
of fauns, golliwogs. Evenings rich in Musetta's sorrows

were ringing round my grandmother's door. From radios,
from televisions a kaleidoscope of fury comfort praise
shifts around me and when the blues find me I can

embrace my loss, learn how to love the songs exiles
must sing. Take this child from the Township of Mofulo,
from Soweto or Birmingham, from Trenton, New Jersey,

but give her the wings to fly through harmony. Let Mama
Africa click and ripple the rivers of sound like heartbeat,
a lullaby for this child and she won't bother you no more.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=85rr5SqrCZI

 

[HarryHill]

1/7

Love the Trip

First blitz
first love
love child
love notes
notes errors
notes time
time change
time warp
warp speed
warp ground
ground coffee
ground war
war machine
war dog
dog day
dog show
show me
show off
off center
off day
day break
day dream
dream boat
dream house
house guest
house party
party favors
party on
on switch
on time
time out
time track
track team
track record
record of birth
record deal
deal castle
deal with it
it wont work
it is hard
hard cider
hard work
work harder
work day
day dream
day trip
trip wire
trip the light
light
wire

 

[Remec]

8 - 28 The Seeker

The twitching of his whiskers
showed off how
inquisitive he was behaving
just as much as the
twinkle-bordering-on-sparkle
of mischievousness in his
otherwise calm and
entreating
gaze, but he feared
no curiosity as he was
much more inclined
towards a lupine
nature, not
feline.

 

[champagne1982]

2016-1-1

At A Five Star Resort

There's a dichotomy only seen from the twelfth floor balcony
looking west to the Baja, stuck out like a hard phallus
into the welcoming blue of a Pacific afternoon. If I look down
it's obvious in the man who skims feathers and leaves
off the surface of a pool he has never swam in or sat beside.
Then turn around and look inside at the polished granite,
the soft leather of a sofa plumped in front of that forty-two
inch LED screen with "Tru-Black" technology. Cable streams
porn, available in a steady diet of brain junk food that will starve
the intelligence quotient of even a Mensa candidate, as they
masturbate, a climax spilled over travertine to be wiped up
by the maid service. I can see it but I don't care. Don Julio
with its sweet agave buzz anesthetizes the Americano, as I
watch poverty repelled, like detergent in oil, by the security
affluence buys and the indifference having plenty in the face
of nothing puts blinders on, so that I only see fresh oranges.

 

[HarryHill]

1/8

Howdy

Haiku duty time
Buffalo Bob gets down
Kowabunga dudes​

 

[Remec]

8 - 29 Enjoying Nature

The colors of the borealis
dance their way
through the night, but I
find myself more drawn to
the way that light
is reflected in her
eyes.

I miss out on much of
what people say they
love about Nature;
waterfalls, sunsets, dawn
after a rainy night,
frosty dew across a field of
late season dandelions;
but that's only because
I am so immersed in my
appreciation of her--
a unique treasure of Nature
that I get to spend
life with.

 

[champagne1982]

2016-1-2

On The Road to Rocky Point

Cactus thorns delight eyes more in tune to prairie
willows in the novelty that they grow higher
than those in the shallow pots purchased at the florist
in the frost of dead winter. They stand as tall
as the birches in my yard and I am fascinated
with the idea that woodpeckers riddle their ancient
stems with holes, to rival shotgun blast effects
from the vaqueros in their pickups, barreling
through tequila fueled excursions in desert nights,
just on the Mexico side of the border. Do
the Federales shiver more at the yips of coyotes
or the whistles and shouts of borrachos with guns.

 

[todski28]

2-1 why not risk it

For another roll of the snakes eyes
the lure of bells and whistles
the cheers or jeers
as it tumbles down

gravity
physics
and we always roll again
as if self distruction
is the path of the righteous