30 Poems in 30 Days

[Selena_Kitt]

1:17 Destination

Your body is a roadmap,
and my mouth travels
the dark valleys
behind your knees,
my hands exploring
the golden desert
of your ribs,
the rising angles and
flat plains of your shoulders,
the tan and dry
outback of your thigh.
You are my mountain man,
my where-wild-things-are
destination.

 

[4degrees]

1-17

introgressing into
a uniformly amatory place
the warm spot between
jaw and collarbone
is where worldly clamours
can dissolve like cream
into coffee
like smoke into air
my ambidextrious lefty
the feel of yesterday's
5 o'clock shadow
prickly on my lips
as you whisper something
from last year
about collective intent.

 

[Guest]

1 -17 Rx Copacetic

The corner of my lip twitches
into a crooked smile
A momentary lapse in synapse?
A mar on a cool facade?
Wherever.

The heat of me isn't behind my eyes
The skin is just a shell

Feel it, the numbing self-injectable
'everything's copacetic'
floods frayed nerves

Don't worry about the fire
no one is really home any way

 

[flyguy69]

Fly 2::1

Behind the graveyard
of wedding gift appliances: a bag of onions
rotten with neglect. Or was it dereliction?
I sometimes push the undesirable
out of mind, beyond the reach
of friends or words. Even when pressed
by those wanting nothing
except to help, will deny
its existence: Oh, its nothing.
Just a funky smell. Really,
I’m ok.

 

[Liar]

1-17

peering
peeping tom
at the peerless
plum sweet pear
the apple fresh
temptation
of her
so far
so near

everything else, every soulless attempt at shameless seduction,
every isn't-this-just-too-pretty pose, is plastic and plaster
and only here is flesh
the way it's supposed
to look and feel
i imagine
i recall
from my
distance
from her
so far, yet
still, so near

still life
through
an ocular

real life
radiates
i know​

 

[champagne1982]

1-17

Anniversaries (memories of six years ago)

Feel the knock there just below
the outer shell that's me,
put your hand flat out over
the little shake that shows
my heart does beat. Sometimes
too fast for its own good;
blood forced through vessels
tired and twisted with frustration.

Fatigue haunts my days
as if failure to climb hills
this morning should have been
the only reason I got out of bed.
I've seen the writing,
not just on the wall but there
on skin and scar and skin again.

I hate that feeling. It's hard
to keep a smile up and faith
is always in need of a new bulb
when arrhythmia and pinching
pales skin too white already.

 

[wildsweetone]

1:17

Before the Rains

Even the trees are fed up with suckling
from a dried breast; the nippled

earth, cracked and parched in mid-summer’s
heat, cries in pain as tree roots delve

deeper, deeper in a soil solid
and sparse, holed by worms

long ago left for more nourishing
pastures. Gouged and stretch-

marked, scarred forever the skeletal
crust is nailed to the core.

Its only hope, season change
rains.

 

[annaswirls]

1-18 Nothing Like a Sonnet

move along, nothing to see here....

or pickled red beets, pickled pig feets....

No, my heritage does not fit iambic
pentameter. Matter of fact (I guess)
neither does iambic pentameter.
Words and tone do not fit, see?

Tuesday comes it's Faschtnaught day and who will
be the last one up? Out from quilt and cover?
My guess is Meg who moved out of town
into a time zone an hour behind the rest.

Grouse, souse, pierogies the grange,
Gruntsow, chow chow and saurkraut.
I shall not write a sonnet of you
Perkiomen, Harleysville, Quakertown

My toes tapped and counted through your streets
Spigot, scrapple, creek, make iambic mincemeat.

 

[Man Ray]

1 - 17

I bumped into my old friend Jim,
I was pumping iron at the gym
and there, large as life, was Jim!

I asked how life was with him?
He said life was good with Kim,
glad he was she'd married him.

"Kim? Wasn't she rather dim?"
I asked a tad shocked at Jim.
"Yeah well, so what she's dim?"

"Wasn't she also very prim?"
I asked Jim who looked grim.
"Hell no! Kim's no longer prim!"

"She offers her ass for me to rim!"
Proudly said a blushing faced Jim,
"In turn she likes my ass to rim!"

"Kim also like me to lick her quim"
Stated a flushed faced sweaty Jim,
"She loves cock buried in her quim!"

"Oh my! I do like the sound of Kim!"
Replied I as pumped iron with vim.
"Any chance of having a go on Kim?"

"An orgy has always been Kim's whim!"
Said Jim as he prepared for a swim,
"You can help in satisfying her whim!"

So off we ran from the sweaty gym,
both with visions of fucking sexy Kim!
So glad that day I went to the gym!
​

 

[4degrees]

1-18

divine deluge
soul-mind connecting
midway down, 3 feet off
the ground
falling to my knees
like a fucking fairy
to grant your wish and
the next thousand too
gasp like you do,
my edible muse
a poem dripping with
butter and honey
making my gut growl and
remember you....

 

[sandspike]

sailor was a gentleman.....once 1-18

when I wore the navy blue
Reagan was National and Piedmont flew
out of the far end by the bar where Freddie
poured beers into somewhat clean glasses

thirsty and bored I stopped for Heineken's
having sixty dollars feeling like a million
"Groovy Situation" was playing in the corner
I sat beside a brunette in a printed sensation

the guy on her right had never heard no
he was what she needed heard him say so
heard her ask him to leave her alone
that's when they heard my baritone

turning seventy four inches into at least four more
telling him to drink up and head for the door
she then moved to my left and had a seat
in two seconds I had a peck on the cheek

in another minute I had a invitation......
.......to her wedding...........

hope she wore that dress
nothing could make her more beautiful

 

[Selena_Kitt]

1:18 Secret

Nineteen years and one
indiscretion later,
she found herself splayed
again, for probing hands—
a dirty knife, a rusty speculum,
a bloody sheet, a deadly fever—
white roses meant for her bouquet
wilting on a casket.

No more wire hangers.
Ever.

 

[champagne1982]

1-18

Sawing Logs

Go away wakefulness. I have given enough
time to you. Let me sink into a dream
of something sweet and soft to lie down on.

Don't be naughty and hide the sheep. I need
them to jump through my yawns and turn
them into those little cartoon

z

zz

 

[flyguy69]

Fly 2::2

Eighty feet above gruesome death
the wirewalker knows precisely
where each foot must fall. His journey
is singular in purpose and he never loses
sight. His physics

is unreal, as if wire can be stretched
without curves. Real physics requires
right angles and abrupt terminations, lines
that cross and crackle ear
to ear. From my tangled vantage

my foot hovers and I pity
his straight path, the unending
wire and the threat
of never falling.

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

3.1

Dreams,
golden arms
& blue silk,
slick and strong like you.
Falling grains
of sleep through time,
just a little longer.

Just, a little...longer.

 

[darkmaas]

1-1

Where is the Dharma?

Lululemon
(a boutique)
sells clothes
to those
who practice
stylish yoga

they came to town
and offered
expensive outfits
free to those
who would come
naked
in the winter
to their opening

Some obliged
and had their moment
of front page fame
but horrified their mothers
who railed
in letters to the Editor

::

 

[annaswirls]

1-19

I confess
the honeymoon is over
I am bored by my own foreplay
and have become a lazy masturbator
I do not even pull down my panties anymore
or bring out the toys
I am not interested in the seven levels
of the female orgasm or such nonsense
just a quick zip I stick with the clit
work it fast until the pulses pass
so I can take my nap
or finish that thing I wanted to do
before the kids get home

 

[Angeline]

i slept 1-18

blues fell from the sky
downstream puddled purple green at the grate
i slipped in i slept​

 

[Liar]

1-18

Closed Because Of Illness
sent me staggering home,
7 am to a barren kitchen cupboard
in search of crackers.

My creature of comfort
bared it's teeth in a staggering growl
at fresh ground pure arabica with...

...nothing...

...but a sad, fucking banana,
the only fibers the premises
could provide.

So here I type, teeth on edge,
from a day wobbling out of sync
since Closed Because
tripped a way too delicate
balance.

Is a reliable breakfast bakery
a human right? Hell knows,
but it's my bread,
sans butter.

 

[wildsweetone]

1:18

The Ladies from Down the Road

They sew flowers on their bags,
walk with frames
that expound their metal
and shoes with rubber soles
to add bounce to days
that go from dawn to dawn.
They fill out crosswords,
work cell phones with crooked
fingers and swallow
port every evening
after dinner. And always
they smile as if knowing
deep inside that winter
is near and by spring
all will be renewed.

 

[Guest]

1 - 18

It all slides down nape of neck
centerline chills
erecting flesh

Circle in a smooth embrace
hold for a moment before slipping
past the turning point

After this, no U-turns
no gas for miles and miles

 

[Man Ray]

1 - 18

the poem I'm writing is not really ready
so I'm going to slow down, take it steady
and only post my poem when its ready


(Yeah, I know... )​

 

[sandspike]

drinkn' song 1-19

this broken heart is killing me
and all my nights are way too long
it seems I'm drinking constantly
until your memory is gone

I've studied all the neon sings
read all the ladies in this bar
they come in with new designs
but you are lovelier by far

I'm not sure
it's the cure
but it goes down so well
nearly over you...can't you tell

I quit my job two weeks ago
living on cigarettes and jack
and even though I love you so
now I know you ain't coming back

I won't get up from this bar stool
until I'm dead or over you
send another Jack to this fool
no not green only black will do

I'm not sure
it's a cure
but it goes down as well
nearly over you...can't you tell

 

[4degrees]

1-19

a long drive to
an unknown spot that
i feel, mid-gut
the vanishing point
never draws any nearer
eighty eight miles an hour
with night in my
rearview mirror
you take the wheel again
and drive us to the brink
of impossible
impassible
fusion

 

[Selena_Kitt]

1:19 Little Bird

Her pelvis juts like wings,
as if she could fly.
Little sparrow
with a hummingbird heart.
I want to hold her
in my hands,
all flutter and cackle,
wrap solid flesh
around protruding bone
and calm her weary beating.