30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

[Remec]

13 - 6

Nothing Fires

The hand sits,
mouse motionless,
keys untyped and the
screen glares with an
accusatory glow that
says I've done it again;
chased her off,
and a Museless writer
isn't much of one,
but then a spark is managed
and with just a word--phrase,
flash of imagery--
I'm back and
ready to go.




btw, thanks, Butters! hehehe

 

[Moochienanu]

1-23

My Little Speaks

Boo!
Haha, I got you!
Snuck up and grabbed your booty
Ran away giggling
As you chase me
With your startled face
And mischievous grin.
Find me between the sheets
Filled with crumbs from the cookie
You gave me earlier
And my wiggles.
Under covers I’ll hide
And wait for you to peel them back
Feigned upset face with that smile in your eyes
And we can have an unspoken stare-off
Before I can’t wait any longer
And you, reading my impatience in my gaze,
Kiss me.

 

[Remec]

13 - 7

Kiss Me


Kiss me

Bring your lips to mine,
let our mouths open to
one another and see what
sorts of play our
tongues can get up to;

Kiss me

Close your eyes even as I
close mine, but picture each
and everything about us that
you find kissable, then do so,
with no thought to anything
else beyond that moment;

Kiss me

Ignore the desire to explore
my body with hands or the way
my palms rest against your hip
and ass bringing us closer together
so that the kiss envelops us both;

Kiss me

The way they do in your paperbacks,
like sappy romantic movies--the ones
that are your first pick on Date Night,
the way I always wanted you to.

 

[Moochienanu]

1-24

Blinking open

Able to sleep the night
For quite a while
Feeling the weight
Lessen when you smile.

A hand on my hip
As I wiggle it there
Sleepily against you
My advantage unfair.

A sigh and push back
Leave you without a doubt
There’s no way to
Leave the bed without.

Giving in to my pressure
You kiss a neck already bitten
And growl in my ear
“Good Morning, Kitten.”

 

[Moochienanu]

1-25

Distance

By listing luminous lamp light
Curves are illuminated
And felt with the eyes
Luscious, smooth, warm.

Legs spreading for that touch
Of lusty gaze on silken thigh
And sighs of known comfort
Sinking teeth into sinew.

Undeniable moisture covering
Flowing down to coat
Involved digits darting and delving
Imagined as another’s behind eyelids.

As pixels capture post permission
Wordless, breathless, timeless
Moments of falling into eyes
Miles away, right along side

Reading this exact same, perfect page.

 

[Remec]

13 - 8

Memory of an Day With Her

It had been a nice day for a festival,
not too hot or cold,
and with just the right amount of
breeze to dust the fairway with
that sweet smell of new growth coming
from the surrounding prairie;

Thinking back, I can’t help but smile
at how I thought myself all suave,
leaning in to steal a kiss and taste her
lips—lipstick, shiny gloss, and all—but
only got a tongueful of her spicy lunch,
all heat and cumin and who knows what else;

But, eventually, the crowds got to us both
and we slipped away for a quiet walk,
listening to the soft tones of birdsong and
someone almost playing counterpoint on
a mandolin, She had wanted to find the
musician, but I managed to turn her attention
to a field of wild flowers—daisies, black-eyed Susans,
and what was probably the first crop of crocus
for that season. It made for a nice, lazy afternoon.

Even if I did have to break out the tweezers later,
having broken off the spines of burrs in my laces.
They stung, but were worth every sting.

 

[Moochienanu]

1-26

Half Asleep

When
Upon
Those moments
When sleep stolen
Finds itself solid
In the corner of eyes
And the first thoughts surfacing
Are those of that kiss driving me
Wild into the fantastic mindspace
Where buckles clasp around outstretched necks, and
Unfasten to be removed from belt loops
Deliberately, with a purpose
Well known by half awake parties,
Slowly rising into place
Kneeling before a dream
Waiting to be found
And sink again
Together
Back to
Sleep.​

 

[Remec]

13 - 9 Birthday

wishing
can be
simple
or it
can't

but when you
come down to
it, you have to
just think to
yourself in a
calm manner,
quietly, then
blow out the
flame. Poof!​

 

[Moochienanu]

1-27

You try to sleep...

When the concerns collect
Like acquaintances at a party
Ready to share themselves
And not wanting to hear a negative
Or an excuse about
Why you need to leave as quickly as you can
Before the stove you possibly forgot
To switch off
Burns your apartment down.

When limbs don't want to move
Like they are being held to the mattress
By a weighted blanket
You never wanted
Gifted to you
And is much too warm for today
But is draped on you anyway
Told it was good for you
Because of your debilitating anxiety.

When eyelids scratch against corneas
Like the rusted gears of an old pocket watch
Trying desperately to stay current,
But failing over and over
To move completely without sticking
Unreliable to the owner,
Getting closer to stopping completely
Closing up.

When the pains of the day speak up
Like a screaming crowd of onlookers
Who have gone without attention
From the talent for long enough
Start demanding
More than cursory glances
As the lull in activity
Is felt by the riot
Which swells and shrieks.

 

[Remec]

13 - 10

Coastal Retreat

The waves come crashing in,
soft, though, with a sense of rhythm
that slowly reverberates throughout
my entire body and leaves me
with an echo of water on rocks,
of sand being drawn back from
underfoot and a memory of salt
in the air and upon my sun baked lips,
not unlike the taste of her last kisses.

 

[Moochienanu]

1-28

Kiss

Dulcimer tones felt
Through fingertips dancing
Before an uplifting note
Which presses into the chest
Below the sternum
A warmth growing within
As the fluttering hearts
Reach via lips
Into the darkness
Drawing out the
Beautiful, smiling light
From a depth
Even a spelunker
Would shy from
Leaving only
The gasping need
For another.

 

[Remec]

13 -11

Waitress

She released her hair,
bronze halo upon the pillow
as I lay her back,
just taking her in,
shirt barely covering the lace
keeping some of her treasures
hidden from view;
sly but coy grin evident through
all of her face--not just her mouth,
but cheeks, jaw, even those eyes
that first drew me in
all those months ago when she
simply brought me coffee
and served me in a quite
different way.

 

[Moochienanu]

1-29

Air of Night

Dark puddles splash coloured light
With boots hitting pavement underneath
Adding to the cacophony
Of disorderly sounds
As bars empty their patrons
Thickening the air.

Like sloshing through a fog
Sticking to the body
Like sweat from exertion
Headlights blind and fade
And the shallow pools give way
Clomping a lighted rhythm into shadows.

 

[Remec]

13 - 12

There once was a poetry challenge
that went down as well as a spinach lozenge,
I mean, double dactyl?
Not so bad, but well,
Kind of hard to implement. you might imagine


not that I've given up, though *g*

 

[Remec]

13 - 13

Look at the Lines!

No new releases today can ever match what we went through as kids.

 

[Moochienanu]

1-30

Zero Gravity

A private universe
In eyes vacant
For a moment
Wandering there
Amongst the stardust
Finding new heights
While constantly falling
Drowning in a vacuum
Of overwhelming thoughts
Peacefully flailing
With nothing to grip
Holding on to the feel
Of the library of knowledge
Carefully cataloguing this
For later review
Without giving away
The floating obscurity
Freely finding safety
In being lost
Together and
Within.

 

[Remec]

13 - 14

Sunday Morning Hangover

The drums sound in my head,
stirring a pulse within the heart
and the blood coursing throughout
but they don't echo,
unless you consider their nonexistence
to be one,
they're not actual sounds,
merely my body's response to a distinct
lack of liquid after last night's
affair; I forgot the extra water before
bed--not to mention a couple of
aspirins, just for thinning since I
don't think you can take headache
medication preemptively.

 

[Remec]

13 - 15

There's one here.

 

[Remec]

13 - 16

"Once upon a time" is one way to start,
but,
it does come off as a bit cliche,
contrived,
the storyteller thinking of
what to say
or how to satisfy their
audience when
everything was so
full of the same old
tropes. Nothing seemed new.

 

[Remec]

13 - 17

Missing you,
more and more all the time,
wouldn't be so bad,
almost tolerable,
if you weren't actually here.

 

[Remec]

13 - 18

Storm at Night

Curtain of water,
obscuring everything,
until light erupts.

 

[Remec]

13 - 19

In The Mirror (a quinzaine)

I have such sad, such red, eyes.
Why are my eyes red?
Why so sad?

 

[Remec]

13 - 20

Mental Album

The memories were soothing,
like spring rain storms that just
dropped from a sunny sky without
warning and vanished again
as swiftly,
If only she had been like that,
maybe they would have become
something more than what
each ended up;
alone.

 

[Remec]

13 - 21

Missing You

Missing you, it seems, is all I ever do
In dreams or the waking world, my purview
seems to have shrunken to nothing more
than lingering regrets—wishes for
having a second chance; build something new;

But foundations are risky things when two
people, well, more than…let’s say, a few,
are putting them up on a less than secure floor,
And I’m missing you;

So I remain content, barely, maybe a touch blue,
and go about my day, just muddling through,
with work and hobbies—I must have tried a score
but in the end I find myself simply heart sore
and, try as I might, but I just can’t say adieu,
Still missing you.

 

[Remec]

13 - 22

Monday

It's been a long
day, too long to
really be worried about
empty pages,
white space,
and filling it in with
something
worthwhile,

I could barely be bothered,
which makes me much
the same as my damned
Muse--who thinks it's fine
to just slip away
whenever,
wherever,
she feels like it.
Such a friggin'...well,
you know.

I'm going to pop another
handful of ibuprofen,
have some dinner,
and take a nap;
work comes way too soon
for crap like this
to matter.