Some, 42Below & 42BelowsBack Lit poems

[42BelowsBack]

I see you, I thank you.

I seize the opportunity to thank all the poets who have shared their poetry in Forums.

The following are some of my 42Below, followed by my 42BelowsBack poems, written in response to the Lit Monthly poem threads.

Hello was my first ever Lit poem.

 

[42BelowsBack]

Hello,

to, the voices in my head
it’s been a long time since
I saw you. You have been
silent as the night is silent.

To the voices outside of
my head you have been
as noisy as the daylight
standing with the sun, to

you the voices hearing my
three voices, you are not
all crazy, I am in your head.
I just wanted to say Hello


Hello

 

[42BelowsBack]

RACING THE NIGHT

-In scream through the hills
a racing bike motor

chopping down
leaning low

to sweep the corner -in a rush
of life The rider

in the balance over
a dark road-

 

[42BelowsBack]

Sir’s clothes rack
drapes over Sir’s thigh
with her hands clasping
the backs of her knees

 

[42BelowsBack]

Dear exclamation mark;
I am not your semicolon:
or your noun doing verb!
As underlined in above
you are a fecund fucking
gerund.

 

[42BelowsBack]

AMERICAN JEDI

Far far away the impossibility of blue sky
Four brown kids In a barefoot boys break
Eat a loaf of bread No butter No spread

Behemoth Overhead Endless Star Cruiser
Their Galaxy of Stars a Sarlacc pit No R2
No fleeing ship No moisture evaporators

Just Tatooine and illimitable US interpreters
There will be No Rebel Alliance with the Sith
A hand full of Presidents will get them killed

 

[42BelowsBack]

It Rained in Florence

Your face is the sun
You place its golden coin

In my broken body
My engine is in parts

In your pink shaded mantle
Oil spills across my canvas

to melt the pure wool of winter
from my wind leathered sinew

the lean bone of winter
perennial as your sacrifice

I am at once your
Flamen and Flaminica

singing to the fecundity of life
singing with your husband

the Wind in Florence
you are a Titian

Flōra forever.
Leaves turned into spring

 

[42BelowsBack]

Anakin Skywalker Gets a Hard On drunken couch surfing

She was an indian summer afro cool in the hot of a Coruscant night;
Her bare Twi’lek skin aqua indigo in harlequin white holdups; Her

feminine mouth an ocean of smokey red wine lips; Under my powder blue
eyes in tropical dips; My naked belly and her smooth savanna; I swallow

through her zebra striped bra; Protruding double nipples arousing
my lightsaber in extension of my inner being. Then. I woke up. Dry

humping my girlfriend’s hot mother’s leg. I said. What! Are? You! Doing?
—In My Bed! She said. With a wry smile. This isn’t your bed.

 

[42BelowsBack]

Funny as
a New York City sidewalk
Sammy Davis Jr twinkled
his ivory in the wave tops
as he played piano with
the one handed man in
the moon

 

[42BelowsBack]

FURRY OPOSSUM PREMONITION ON A ROAD VERGE

TARANTINO EXPLAINS THE BRIDE SCENE IN ANIME TO UMA THURMAN.

I hear you calling buzzing flies in the warmth of your tepid mouth calling dead oily slick splatted Wide eyed opened in departure from your smashed marrow swallow tongue socket glaring red staring still fountain fanning blood foaming death on a road body. I mow you down in my truck.

 

[42BelowsBack]

Sun Tzu replies to
the love of his life

Love is an asymmetrical enemy
inspiring neither defense or attack

In style and composition love is
masterful on loves battlefield

in words in letters all available
resources must disagree with

the pure irrationality of my
bodies martial movements

roiling as a one man army these
lines my loving hands and tears

bristling in steel my chariot slain
in your ink in kiss my lips press

up against your page in collision
with the last blush of your pinyin

máo bǐ you are my
supreme commander

I surrender this field willingly
I will appear weak when strong

In one hundred battles amidst your chaos
I will be your thunderbolt from heaven

even when far away
you will feel I am near you

 

[42BelowsBack]

Lust is

Lust is a King among kings
Lust is a Big Cat breathing
Lust is the Wolf howling
at your door -you will invite
me in. -we will play cards -I
will trick you -into winning,
you will love it

 

[42BelowsBack]

A Letter to the Wind.

A letter to the wind
for all the good it
will do me.

I wish you
could hear me
hearing you

I would listen
to the beating
of your heart

I would hear
you calling
if you let me

I would not try
to catch you
or keep you

I would walk
awhile just
being you

even when you
were howling
I would be there

never with me
seeing you
every where

with you

 

[42BelowsBack]

My 42BelowsBack poems. The ones I like for different reasons. All were written inspired by the 2025 poem a week challenge.

 

[42BelowsBack]

Death is an Alien mind.

(I have seen) the white blink
of my eyes rolled up.

Felt the air leaving holes
in My existence.

Heard the voice of distant strangers
My body leaving to bleed out.

Then I heard a stranger
whispering, goodbye me.

(edited).

 

[42BelowsBack]

A plane flies under the moon The
moon lies under starlit sheets

The sky is a bed of stars Cloud
trails across the dark duvet Two

lovers fly un
-dercover

There is no air between
them Their fear is gone

The plane passes the moon.

Antipodean

Your skin speaks the language of the sun

You call my lips back with a lick of salt
Hotshot tequila New Year

My eyes water blue Hot palms press
behind my neck our hips in groove We

ignore the drunken, In a moonlit monochrome beach still,
I hear the cry of that midnight spent in the heady surf.

(two poems combined become one).

 

[42BelowsBack]

Licentious Lugubrious Lucia di Lammermoor

His palm her bottom sculptured
In peels her squeals were cultured.

Blushed, her delicate flush his eyes took in
delight with every strike her dress he hiked

Under sweet duress, her sultry flesh said oh yes,
daddy carry on, sweet daddy carry on

 

[42BelowsBack]

She wore a jacket

In tableau, a coupled needle
shiny skinned black spinning
out of jacket the racket deux
de rigueur dance floor. 1954.

 

[42BelowsBack]

Hey Red, thinking of you.

Time was, There we were. Two walls
In silence Our backs turned out Away

Between us A wide floor, sunset corridor.
We stood with so much

opposition. All we could do was embrace
silence. Two lives divided in bits event

-ually we walked in shadows, down that corridor.
The walls we departed. In our foot falls the

ghosts come out at night now. Where you
wore the shadow of the hourglass. And I now

wish you heaven wherever you are.


(Rewritten, original left written in 2025 poem a week challenge).