30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

[Lyricalli]

2-1 When all else fails, Fib

Resistance is Futile

Tempt
me
with your
cheeky grin
your cheerful "why not?"
watch my resistance melt away
and there's no sympathy for my brief recovery
as you coax me back to play with
words and promises
of sharing
tasty
Tim
Tams

 

[HarryHill]

1/9 early but the weathers going to be bad later

Rednek Rivera

So here's baby n me,
laid out on the beach with a thousand others,
coppertone'd in various shades of pale,
welldone, and burnt,
slick as greased pigs.

Cooler fulla beer for me,
but butters, for some reason,
drinks Chablis from a long stemed glass,
peeling mudbugs, feeding her Harry,
who's toasted in fact and figuratively,
as well as exhausted and sore
from introducing the missus
to the joys of a reverse interrobango,
she's still smiling?!

Come noon, the beer's gone
n so is Harry, nodding,
under the shade of a Campari umbrella
butters liberated from the resort,
half a mile west and three tax brackets away

You can almost hear the bodies sizzling
on the white sand frying pan,
butters is floating, just off shore,
surrounded by a swarm of young cousins,
pestering her with questions,
just to hear the Queen's English spoken,
more or less appropriately, innit?!

As the sun slides down,
skies turn to hearstopping hues,
breeze blows in from the gulf
soothing red toes left out of the shade,
night falls and the stars arise,
Ku lays beside me, sighs,
drinking in the sight like a tonic,
and although file' gumbo,
hot showers and bed wait
at river house,
there's no hurry.

 

[champagne1982]

2016-1-3

American Sentence On An Anniversary

Tears hover close this day, decades past when we pledged, "Til death do us part."

 

[todski28]

2-2

those times when you stop
actually fucking look
at the world around you
unplug from your own turmoil
and enjoy
a two toned sky

Where the grey clouds promise
relieving rain
split by the red hues of a sunset

Appreciate the fact that
at the end of the day
despite being the centre of your own universe
there is a beauty that transcends

 

[Remec]

8 - 30 Fertility

The clock ticks behind everything I do,
I can sense it with more than just my ears,
It has a pulse and a rhythm--beating through
my veins and groin, raising the desire,
the urge, even, to spread my seed as far
and as wide as I possibly can. I am a master
bee, tracking the best flowers and letting
pollen from them all mingle and begin the
process of producing more blossoms.

But it goes further than biology, if I listen
closely, the ticking resounds within me until
I must choose: to be a Muse or allow the
guiding spirit of Dionysus or Bragi to flow out
and let the jumble within my head untangle
itself upon the page, or, perhaps, to reveal
to an unsuspecting self that I have become
Pan, wild boy-child and Lord of Satyrs.

At what point does fertility tip into fecundity?

 

[Lyricalli]

2-2

The Power of Yes

“For all that has been, thank you. For all that is to come, Yes!” - Dag Hammarskjold

There was no fall
into this love
into the we
that became of you and me

No inevitability
just opportunity
to say yes to the unknown
together

 

[HarryHill]

1/10

Babak Zanjani

Sentenced to death for corruption
if only the courts in the west
were severe as those, you could bet
things would be a lot different in America
..
http://www.constitution.org/abus/corrupt/corruption_cases.htm

 

[champagne1982]

2016-1-4

Water Droplets

Meander as you seek the lowest point,
slipping around obstacles, running
into hollows; you think you're at rest.
But it all comes rushing in behind you,
pressing, pushing until again, you
sit poised on an edge, ready to fall
over and get caught in flows around
bouldersand past bluffs. I've seen
the path millions have taken before
your slow saunter, married
to an inevitable cycle, conserving
all you are and simply changing states.

used obstacle twice ... fixed it in red.

 

[butters]

2 - 1 bladder blitz

to pee or not
to pee? that
that is the question
that chases its tail
tail wags the dog
tale of two cities
cities with spires
cities aspiring with hope
hope burns
hope-on-a-rope
rope-a-dope
rope me in
in or out
in times of need
need to pee?
need a toupé
toupé or not, trump?
toupé top-hair
hair gone wild
hair today, tomorrow too
too soon, too soon
too - oops, wrong turn
turn on the spot
turn around bright eyes
*eyes the clichés
eyes the window cleaner*
cleaner soul with soap n squeegee
squee? gee i messed up there
squeegee reminding me
me i think i need a pee
me a culpa - guilty
guilty is as guilty does
guilty as a drunken buzz
buzz off
buzz along
a long time coming
a long walk off a short pier
pier-pressure
pier burning
burning shame
burning bladder
bladder wracked
bladder - pee?
pee ja vu!
pee-s in a pod
pod cast
pod house
house call
call the midwife
call of nature
nature takes its course
midwife? bedpan! : p(l)ease :







edit: damn, last 2 lines should be 1 worders

 

[todski28]

2-3

the thin misted veil
between illusion
fantasy
your own reality
reality as seen by others

these prospects mined in tenuous
relation to thoughts and dreams

sanity is a joke

the punchline of a delusion
hounded by little voices
that sing
demonic or angelic
dependant on whatever

if anyone out there actually knows
what,
whatever is
lets talk a while
so I can find a place that resembles
normal as opposed to the oppressive weight
of a bad joke told with shitty timing

 

[Lyricalli]

2-3

Take my time
when you have yours to give
lay your burdens at my feet
entrust me with that gift
show me the broken pieces of your heart
and I'll show you mine
no promises I know won't keep
just whatever I can offer
to help you find what you seek

 

[HarryHill]

1/11

Hai-choo!

Photosynthesis
-receptors deploy platforms
--slowly, carefully
Regeneration
-slow motion photography
--brown becomes soft green
Plum tree is blooming
-popcorn served up on a limb
--jelly in two months

pollen immediately

 

[todski28]

2-4

Magma churns
it burns its way through
the bedrock fissures

Pressure,

Pressures
weight like a lodestone
designed to draw molten rock
through the cracks in granite armour

and when it ruptures
when it all goes
when its finally too much
prepare the emergency rooms
to help reconstruct the broken
the burnt
the peeling skin

it's close
I don't have the strength of character
anymore to restrain
what burns below

I stare at the calm surface
in the mirror
and feel the cracks
forming

I almost long for the release
of that pressure

 

[champagne1982]

2016-1-5

The Cat

Contortionist in a tree
snoozes upside down,
batlike and still.

When will the strike
happen? The toy
mouse prays for never.

 

[butters]

2-2

he washed half-ways around the world
roped to sailess mast on splintered raft
lips blistered from too much salt and sun
hope peeling from the burn and the troughs
even as his eyes tracked unfamiliar stars

half-drowned, half-baked, at last he came
to rest in the dawn-light of her shallows
staggered on sea-legs through lacey brine
fell upon his knees to drink
sweet waters in her delta

 

[Lyricalli]

2-4

And you've seen my new skin
raw and tender
tended with aching gentleness
whispered assurances
that this scar, too
will find its place
in the patchwork of old wounds

There is beauty in the stitches
that piece us together
binding the scraps and fragments
that make us whole
you remind me of this
all those times I forget
we're not what, but how we behold

 

[HarryHill]

1/12

Ramble

Out the door,
down the drive, through the gate,
skirt the pond, 'cross the field,
creep 'neath woods shadow,
up the fence line, climb the hill,
stroll the cathederal quiet of a forest,
summit, let your eyes roam the hollows,
walk a sloping ridge path to the creek below,
Scramble through briars, tramp the road home.

 

[champagne1982]

2016-1-6

A Poem For Eddie

I heard about your ending
and it left me weak. I gave
you tears and dedicated
a song, Freedom
never sounded so good.

I haven't finished
with disbelief, as soon
as I do, I'll mourn.
I am certain, I will miss
your laughter and music.

 

[todski28]

2-5

let's talk a while
with our limbs
a signlanguage
that flows in languid movements
where the little breaths that
hiss, or moan
drive where you go

Let me take a moment
to speak gibberish
that only you understand
where you guide my not-words
with the adulation of your
intention

The varying rhythms
of
clipped
timing
or maybe the longer play that makes up a lover's exploration

Pauses,

pause their agony
the agony of lost sensation
before you dive down to ride again
let me sink into
the swell as you swallow down
my passion and
leave me
quivering
in wet dreams
and salted kisses

 

[butters]

2-3

wound tighter than a reel under pressure
somethin's gotta give
but there's no letting go
this has to be played out

will the snap come
or the drag beneath the surface
fighting to breathe?
breathe. you gotta breathe

lean into the pull
let the line run
sense the moment when to grasp
to draw that tangled red towards you

unsnarling at last
even as you hold your breath
even as your pulse thrums
and you hoist the prize clear and free

then realise
you forgot to breathe

 

[Lyricalli]

2-5

Dissolutioned

So much changed
yet so much still the same
and I wonder if hindsight
will clarify any of this
when the dizziness subsides

Pardon my stunned silence
I've nothing to offer
while I find my balance
words are useless anyway
after goodbye

For now

I know what that means
let's leave things bittersweet
to lessen the sting
and not say it's the end
but it's the end of something

We'll find our way again
you say, and believe it true
to me, it's conveniently naive
because you'll never define friend
the way you once did

 

[HarryHill]

1/13

On His Sixty-fifth Year

Another season swept away,
lost forever in a canyon of time,
stumble to the abyss,
spring forward to gain a precious hour,
a faux windfall restored again
with the winds of fall.

Ah, but man made efficiencies,
no match for natures certainty
that fruit once firm and ripe
decays, dries out, cracks, parches.

Yeah, it sucks getting old;
once greybeards were revered
for knowledge gleaned in countless years
spent surviving lifes joy and tears
without developing a taste for lead.

If anything's gained from what I've said,
or lost in the rush to carry on,
take this wish with you instead:
May you have many birthdays
and still smile at every one.

 

[Piscator]

1-1

Narcissus’s reflection

Once we were perfect
our love unrequited
it could not last
now nothing
not even
an echo

 

[champagne1982]

2016-1-6 -- Because I wanted to try one.

Blitzed Snake

milkshake
milk snake
snake eyes
snake along
long and winding road
long and short of it
it will never last
it burns
burns through the door
burns take longer to heal
HEAL!
heal the heart
heart of stone
heart wood
would you?
wood finish
finish everything on your plate
finish what you start
start out
start over
over the top
over the surface
surface from the deep
surface is superficial
superficial scratches
superficial human
human being
human face
face the music
face your fears
fears cripple
fears in your mind
mind the baby
mind over matter
matters not
matter times the speed of light
light and dark
light as air
air your laundry
air
pressure

 

[butters]

2-4

the non-aggressive
shall certainly inherit the world
thriving as they do
in eternal night of caves
or deep, deep in oceans
clustering to heated vents
in colonies
more populaced than tokyo or
new york city

what consequence the rush and strife of man?
how meaningless his goals
his fleet achievements
his art, his gods
in the face of immeasurable time...
just another mass of organic tissue
offering opportunities
to expand
span eras
survive