30 Poems in 30 Days

[4degrees]

17-17

pangs of past slice
across a full belly
poetry spills out like
hot innards, steaming
upon a cold isometric
bone blue print
measurements aren't
as precise and language
fails the feel, but
stars divine show
incremental glimmers
of hope.

 

[annaswirls]

again-9

~Rough from all of a sudden thread- will edit~

clever title including cable tv

fashion designer and side kick model
strip young Mom's closet of all capris
and tee shirts

he has a list
10 items for a woman's closet
essential white shirt
give me a break

no I will not scold my toddler
for hugging me with spaghetti stained
fingers tear and snot marks when only
Mommy can hold it together make it better no
Mr. Gunn

No. I will not wear a white dress
to walk my black dog.


wake up 2 am with baby
feed baby
3 am fall asleep with him still attached
4 am wake up with older son who repeats
play computer play computer
go snuggle mommy
5 am
thunder storm
dog goes crazy
wakes baby
husband snores
feed baby
pump breasts because doctor said so
wash bottles
use toes and a paper towel
to clean spit up from floor
because if I bend over to do it
he will puke again
(and now it is not the only clean spot on the floor)
change wet clothes
change baby
6 am make breakfast
pack lunch
make breakfast again
pack a lunch again
wipe counter
give kisses
7 am lie down and try to get another hour of sleep (3 a night is not enough)
They told me, rest is important
Take care of yourself.
Take care of your children's mother

8:30 baby wakes up
change baby
nurse baby while watching Tim Gunn throw away the mother's capris and tee shirts
because they are so unattractive
clean up spit up off floor
wipe spit up off shirt
don't change it this time, you can survive a wet slimy tee shirt
until, well, until when?
where is your classic trouser now?
your cashmere sweater?

9:30 am baby happy, on play mat, this will last 5-10 maybe 15 minutes
pump breasts because the doctor said to
wash bottles
pee really quickly while baby cries
hungry forgot to make my own breakfast when when?
when when would I have done it?

10:30 give baby expressed milk
The make up girl on the tv says it is important
take time for yourself
how can you not find 15 minutes to apply makeup?
Fuck you make up girl.
Come to my house.
change diaper
get baby dressed
wash bottles and breast pump while he kicks
under the mobile

Rachel Ray told me
home cooked meals do not have to take long to prepare
and she is right
I cook a bowl of raisin bran crunch soaked in organic milk
because I eat it so fast it steams
while baby cries
Rock baby
sing to baby
sweet sweet baby sleep.....

Sit down
Breathe.
Write poem just to say Fuck You Tim, Stacey, Clinton
Kiss my fat, capri clad ass

but do it quick because I have two hours to do 5 hours of work

oh I forgot, they say sleep while the baby sleeps
fuck you

 

[AChild]

?-7

What am I without lust?

If the images of sex don't move me
do I get a pass to heaven?
Naked in the bathroom
I stand on the counter

first I shave the moss beard
hair falls in the sink
hundreds of corse pick up lines die

did I think I was Samson?
the thing twists it's iris
to spit in my eye

I blow the half children to the mirror
possibility reflects
warped down a fun house

laughter changing diapers
disappointment calls me daddy
seen it all in the blink

I take a black marker and blot out
my middle, the darkness squeaks
the action arm is free
but I don't know how to fall asleep
without that boyhood release

 

[manipulatrix]

3-6

.....

 

[Yoron]

Boxershorts? Nah

Reading and laughing do make my day
If only life was as interesting as your panties
Snippets of clothing flowing in the streets
Hiding under minds closed to laughter
Doing their best to act purpose full

Wasn't this the meaning
To laugh and feel free
We believe us grownup's
When we torment ourselves

Snippets flavoring my dreams
Making me wonder
What
Why

And with whom...

-----------------------------

Just asking
When is enough enough
A no a no

And a yes
A glimpse of paradise

Do you know
I used to

 

[annaswirls]

again-9 Found Poetry



(but I'm sleepy)

your sleepiness is a paper wall,
you are strong,
just push through

no, Mom, my sleepiness
is a thousand diamonds!

too tired to compete with his metaphor
I make eggs, orange juice, toast, coffee
and the smells from the kitchen
turn the diamonds back into paper



grrrr I know this is not really apoem because it needs a twist an aha, it needs a ring to set the stone, not a poem, just a memento of a good morning

 

[PandoraGlitters]

2-11 Balloons and Ropes

I keep a floating cube of availability
for you. I know you didn't know that

until just eight words ago. You see
I measure, always greedy with that little

moment to swing my rope ladder to yours.
Of course it is not a hammock, only a way-station

to a hammock unless you or I sacrifice
a garment to remedy the holes.

 

[4degrees]

17-18

thirteen hour day
boots getting heavy
after 8, reprieve is
just a smile away
my sixth drink is open
still feeling no sign
of overdoing, mine
is a habit of need
and want. i want
to never sleep
and nightly i'm torn
from doing
or not.
every morn
i can hardly get up.
but i do, somehow
and after a prayer,
the first one of my day
is opened with a
pop.
fuck.
i love that shit.

 

[Yoron]

9to5

Life has a crystalline structure
Are we set in stone
A diamond

Or just life's dirty pebble

Is it our lack of imagination
That locks us up
Empties our words

Speechless
Where words were needed
I wish it was different

 

[manipulatrix]

3-7

.....

 

[Yoron]

Moving in my silence I see your dreams touch
slowly twisting my reality altering my eye
a chaos now chained to me

what was it you said
what was it
what

Pondering i slowly dissolve

 

[AChild]

?-8

I've said that already
oh no I've said that already
couldn't do it better that her
don't know enough about that, to do that
that one takes too much work and I just what to go to bed

I know a woman who was once here
milk chocolate with a strong forehead, beautiful
now she's gone lost in a bottle
the world seems to her a tinted yawn
gone is her beauty, the strength in her head, her wits, her decorum, her self worth and the worth of others
people look like money, paper to be traded for the felling of being dull
to ask, or to take, or to use

with money
she takes a steep deeper into
the darkness more glass
to line her guilded cage
it destroys her as everyone can see
it protects her only she knows how

I know a woman who is her mother
strong in this moment
swift about her garden, paying bills, being on time, keeping inside voices, not speaking so loud that the people inside could hear you, cooking sweet yams, baking good pies, finding new clothes that just don't fit, keeping her hair in brown curls, laughing, sucking her teeth, taking long walks to make secret smoke and coming back smelling sweet, Spending all night with a one armed bandit watching Perry mason, Murder She wrote, Matlock

she cooks and cleans for the neighbors
just cause they have more winkles
she saves their meals on wheels
and spices them up a little, sometimes
she give them to the other neighbor for lunch
she gives it to a dog that drops by
she pays bills because they have her last name
or when the children take the fathers name

if given such a tragedy in a child I would cry,
fret, dig a hole of my own and get lost
instead she takes out her garbage on tuesdays,
picks up the trash in front of her house
she smiles, puts on her shades and makes
rainbow for the whole neighborhood, for the whole family
while she waters her garden

 

[Yoron]

$$$

Sometimes one wish life would be a fairytale

Why not
To many have their truths
Their truths though not yours
Chiseled down on stone tablets

money is one tale most truthful
money

Where do it grow
How can the sun feed it
How does the earth knowest it

So considering the existence of money

Life
Nothing but a fairytale

And me
A jester

--------------------------0425mytimenotyours----------------

I came from random falling into black
At the same time someone screamed outside

I'm just as glad it wasn't me this time
being inside

Charon demands his toll

 

[PandoraGlitters]

2-12 Adventures in Science

A little trolly wheels up
in my chest and my noisy heart rolls in
all because there are fingers in my hair

and I'm pulled to that place
lower
17 floors down
between bones chipped to cradle
the moon, to bear sacrifice

that is where I bleed from, my body pumping
its life from my own womb
all because there is a voice in my ear
vowing to unmake me.
Hinting that he knows how to open,

foot between my feet nudged part,
he reminds me that I am a talking animal.
My questioner

calmly intones his vision
of what I am and want and sears
off artifice--my cheeks wet
with truth.

When I have arrived through the slim struggle
and I am his, he focuses
on me like a Very Large Telescope
aimed at a water beetle.

 

[4degrees]

17-19

smoke gets in my eyes
i miss the trashcan
when i turn half way,
pitching half hearted
not caring so much
if i miss
anyway
speaking from within
listening to studders
seeking warmth of another
yet,
my outer
that growth below
shameless as always
just want to be jerked
in quiet confines
not bothered
with brutal complexities
that break and leave me
dreaming of warmth.
it must be overrated.

 

[annaswirls]

again-10

I will not start over

you tell me you have as many doubts
as I have lovers
then you wait for my reaction.

the dryer stops

 

[Yoron]

forgotten thoughts to someone i don't really remember anymore

When time stops will you still be here

Thinking and writing secure in your love
Feet firmly planted deep roots drinking
knowing that time won't move you
As you give our baby breast

Earth sings a simple lullaby
Lost longings swirls inside me in a forgotten dance
caressing my memory as I search for you
spooning safety and forgiveness

Will it stay
will you

Long time ago
Why have you forsaken me

 

[manipulatrix]

3-8

.....

 

[AChild]

?-9

meat sweat
this time the flesh
isn't so forgiving

licking soft spots
as if they were peach bruises
pounds of pork
sitting on fatty white bread
the sauce soaks in

clenched like the old man
with the walking cane
on the throne
my kingdom for a salad

 

[Yoron]

hungry?

.

Hunger can do that he said
When no one is there to see you
The only way forward in one step back
Life is a primal force and we all want to live
bending down to study a polished gray formlessness
through its empty eyes reeds softly dancing in the wind

Shimmering coldly in the wet greenness
contained weightless in its own gray flame
A tear shivering breathlessly anticipating the fall
as he bent his head in silent prayer
for those losing and them lost


Only meat.
So do we feed

Changing forms searching
Hoping against all odds for that touch.

.


-------------0140mytimenotyours---------------------

.

So little squirrel, exquisite eyes gazing
Are you dreaming of your past
Or of your future

There was never such a thing
in time as in matter we dream
seeing a path where no path exist
But our dreams warm our hearts
and hide our vulnerability

The best we can do is to sit ourselves
in front of the hearth our hearts on offer
as the precious gifts they are
embracing our hopes

Gaze into that hearth my love
Emerald flickers of trust

And yes, I'm missing you.

.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

2-13 Ways to Draw a Line

oops. redo below.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

2-13 Ways to Draw a Line

There is a boundary between polite language
and vulgar, a land of demarcation with a variable
for width. Sometimes it is a tight rope
(a bank during the afternoon with children present).
Then it is a clear line defined by television, the feds
and church-going company.

With you there is only a darkening mist
into which we are pulled. We see it
like an inevitability, this welcome lust
that looms. Yes there is a draw
to return. Seeking opportunities

your fingers reach in the mist
for my leg, or my breast. We coil.
And you know you can have
anything. We are locked
then released. Then locked
together a door and a frame at last
left open to the sweet breathed night.

 

[4degrees]

17-20

once you said you lied
that yes, you bit
your nails to nubs
anxious of my wherebouts
today there are many
more valid reasons,
i'm sure, to
chew with compulsion
i do
for less reason
than you,
fact remains that once
you felt that way
and i'll hang onto
that awhile.
it makes me smile.

 

[annaswirls]

again-11

let the sleeping muse lie

I will not shake his ashes in an imaginary snowglobe
or wring the stale hankerchief of self-pity.
I will not fall in love for the sake of the self induced rush
of endorphin flush, no
addiction, affliction I will not pimp you
for the sake of verse

sweet dreams, eleven
your marrow is dry
sweet dreams, seventy two
you have whithered in the corner
my fork, empty

 

[Yoron]

Life can be so confusing heck it is confusing
no motion centered no movement closed
Everything in pieces crying for support

Thats what's called living
The opposite is death

have patience little one
Never lose that care
don't lose your aim
Trust in your love
tears is water
water is life

This moment is yours
Do what you can
Aim for love

Stay in trust