30 Poems in 30 Days

[manipulatrix]

3-9

.....

 

[Yoron]

The strongest thing I know
A womans touch

 

[AChild]

?-10

the sun is touching down to today
a few feet from
where I'm standing

I melt a pound
it comes out, the fell of sex
levels

fast, come in soo much shine
sleepy and everyone is looking
embarassed that I couldn't hold out
longer for lady's pleasure
longer for men's respect

I clean up my sun spot
spread the grease of me around
curl up on the baking concrete slab
spoon for all I'm worth
say my promises, share a fear, make a pact to do some traveling
wake up, the market is over
I'm sticky and alone

 

[4degrees]

the sun is touching down to today
a few feet from
where I'm standing

I melt a pound......

this is golden.
man.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

2-14 Valentine

Arms strengthened by holding
crying children, and the many
swims across flood

Mother of Exiles you have become
too much a metaphor. I know
they covered your glass

in gold, sheathed
your purpose.
Won't you relight
your lamp and call
your children home?

 

[annaswirls]

again-12

foul tip hits metal
concrete, open hand
leaving all but one kid, heart-broken

9th inning father secretly drops
$4.00 ball from the shop
into the plastic chair

he jumps!
where did that come from!

the story evolves--
how he caught
a foul ball,
first night, first game

 

[4degrees]

17-21

kissing the dead
dreaming in and out
of sleep, raw essence
makes a shudder go
throughout
like a climactic gust
it blows the flame out
sharing the darkness
time is severed into
fractions of good-
and wasted
enough to power
a city for months.
maybe years.

 

[manipulatrix]

3-something

......

 

[Yoron]

.

Don't fucking know poetry
Don't fucking know you
Don't fucking care
Don't

go away



-------------mytimenotime----------------------




Look mama they are waving
Sinking

Waves circles slowly diminishing
Unbroken surface weaving
flashes of sunlight

Again

Nobody there
Nobody saw
Nobody



Tomorrow is another day



----------------------nothertime--------



Playing my guitar
Don't heal any wounds
hearing my blues cry

Although it drains my abscess
pus sucked out leaving me empty
fulfilled

for a short moment in my time
now gone



-------con---fused---------------



So who cares anyway

bodies strewn over the landscape
there is no blood anymore
just a bottle of ketchup
this is not real

Do you like me

why

what if I told you to fuck off
would you like me more

would I

any time now the door will open
watching you watching me
inside the world shrinks
my feelings a black hole
lightyears apart from you

Your visage distorted
I see your lips move
lying again bitch

reality
the egos game

words
the art of lying

You
not here

.

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


Since I've crashed three times
wishing this would be it
And one in India
But that don't count

That was a scooter
Fucking life in my way

Time laughs at you
and the stars don't care
So

do time treat you well
girl

.

 

[AChild]

?-11

Thanks Kurt.
--------------------
I want to drink all night but I just
want what the one drink can do

on quiet ivory medicine yellow rocks
a twist of lip
failure is easy, women put me down
i just go down the line
its not for real its just a game

that loaf and lean
that easy laughter
music makes me move
a leaf drifting alcohol spinning
with the wind

An african told me once
the key to the spins
is to let go to push your body
toward the puke
in fact be their before the movement
enjoy the ride

I like the cut of sipping gin
the burn that somehow fills my bruises
but I only want what the one drink can do

 

[annaswirls]

again-13

spring water into cool radiator
give it some gas
one more try

 

[4degrees]

17-22

the clock kept ticking
bringing the deadline
closer still,
closer still...
but a poem,
however simple and
lacking,
in content
or contempt
or contiplative thought,
made it to the spot
saving, like a base
like freeze tag
like kickball
i play this game
another day.

itchy from sweat
grime and hair gel,
i slink to the shower
the water, like pavlov's bell
gives me an instant
boner
i must jack off
before the hot runs icy

 

[PandoraGlitters]

2-15 A bit of fluff and nonsense

Tom cat pounce
and chase and jump
for each fluttering dot
at every dripping spout
for soon enough a snip
will render you Tim.

 

[AChild]

?-12

"Sun will shine, it's hot here, the streets don't look the same, baby it's hot here."

Pavlov's jack off smells like dog spit

the realms of me know it
that the moon is a truly poetic thing
because it loves the earth in orbit

everything that loves me. orbits me
I orbit everything I love
spheres within in spheres
passion is a chase theme
there are no stunt doubles
just scars that map the flesh
points of light
that conduct the soul
in the dark

just vacation time with friends were
we ask advice, but don't take it
words spoken just to hit a sounding board

a dance of open hands
you can only see
its not touching
when you close one eye

the fly who lives at the greasy spoon
leaving lube on all the plates and dishes
the new waitress killed it once
the food didn't taste the same

the cook made an idol
dead meat and fat trap blood
they held a seance
beating pots with spoons
getting drunk and naked, there the same thing
painting themselves with catsup
falling down the stairs
building a bonfire out of the tip jar scraps

all to revive a pest
that was no longer in orbit
the regulars complained that they
couldn't hear how good the food was
without the applause from fly wings

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I try to convince women that porn is beauty.
That sex is in it self is a work of art.
A gift that deserves reproduction. They don't buy it.
They only talk of foreplay but when I break out the "Story of O" they quickly fall asleep.

I can masturbate till my fingers prune.
Till both hands become claws and I have to take a shower.
I can suck back release, a noodle that touches gut and tongue.
A young girl invited herself to my car.
She took out my flesh lamp and began to rub it.
She wanted to addict me to her, by pumping out that hot white light.
She started with one hand, switched to two.
Finally she screamed into it commanding it to glow.
I suggested she use her feet or let me rub it between her thighs
she left angry and less confident, I left chaffed.

She only talks to me to interrupt a conversation with a friend.
She makes hints at her vagina and how I couldn't fill that cup.
Walking away she drops handkerchiefs, her ass mimics a grind.

 

[manipulatrix]

3-11

.....

 

[Yoron]

------comment---1307mytimenotyours-----
Achild 'porn is'

Liked it, kind'of'honest..
That's cool with me

Ps:On the other hand
( enjoy you all )


--------lunch-break--------

Suspended in time
I wait not knowing why
Do time exist
do I

When I die you all flicker out
Me the master of your time
grovel at my feet dogs

Egomania flowing rampant I now feel free to conquer my world

Spreading flowery farts
magniloquent watching your breaths

Ah sweet life




----------ah--a------time?--------------------------------1358watchingtime'stickingdown-----




'Taxing as it may be M i expect you to do better'
'what' said M. 'point that gun somewhere else'
'It's no gun, it's a Beretta 418' answered he
'Yes I know' said M smirking 'a lady's gun'


Now where is the moral here
Perhaps in the expectations

Remember
It's not the gun that does it
It's the bullet..



And never fuck with 007
He just might be IRS


--------------atime1952----------


Space Time

You live there in a place of many paths
a possibility of something almost here
You could be mine I could be yours
but the truth is

Death
like a shadow passing out of your grasp
people dead at random violence their only birth right
whispering of a breath leaving gone where we refuse to follow

Are you comfortable
or are you running scared of life
As if shopping yourself into oblivion
proving life by choosing your minds death
a mindfuck

-----

 

[4degrees]

17-23

broken glass and ashes
on this empty bed
violated and finding
consequence again
in niave give back
karma's 180, its true
the hits taken should
go through
a whole nother lifetime
though.
no excuses for
bad poems
they happen
like robberies
or dog bites
they happen to
everyone,
sometime.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

2-16

don't bring your pencil this is not a day planner
we are falling off a cliff,
soaring into the great scream
falling into the mouth of the planet
dying
a puddle of shivering birds

 

[manipulatrix]

3-12

.....

 

[Yoron]

--------------------timeserror-----------------------------


talking makes my head hurt
was I sober am I now will I
Did you and why
How can you when I
But didn't I say

The screaming fills up the house shrinking my rooms
my mind reborn into a red point of frenzy
directed at your cool surface
hiding hurts

You've got me pegged
words of iced honey
melting yet cold

Is it always like that
hurting ones love
never meaning

just life and circumstance
with great prowess comes great expectations

It was only that
so

---------------------------------time4atale1427-------------------



What do I want
I think you know
the way you move
a smile hiding in unbroken facade

your mind to see me
the hope that you bring
there are a lot of broken wings
may they all mend

Charon waits on no one
but outside your window there is a meadow
you can always go there to rest your feet

let the well cool your hurts
looking down you see yourself looking up
falling into that dark blue unbroken sky
embracing your frame
setting you in time

there will always be time
4you


.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

2-17 Retirement Planning

Alice, tell me again
about the spin
that got you the million dollars.

Will your legs both heal?
You got the deal
for not going to any coppers.

How hot was the pain
you felt, again;
did it cause you troubles after?

Would you do it again?
Would you take that spin
that got you the million dollars?

 

[annaswirls]

again-14

I wrote this yesterday, forgot that I never put it from all of a sudden into this thread. I do not consider this missing a day wah! I can't start back over because I forgot to copy-paste....

does someone come into their rooms
each morning, pin on the flag,
gracefully lower the cross over the snowpeaked
son of man

do war forgiven fingers trace golden braids
on the band leader's navy jacket
counting the cost of threads of pomp
as the headlines scroll below their
holy march


Unmanned U.S. drone fired two Hellfire missiles at militants attacking Iraqi soldiers in a Shiite militia stronghold in the southern city of Basra

 

[annaswirls]

again-15

I decided to become known
as the woman who makes
glorious muffins. No, not the woman
who makes muffins and wrote the best selling cookbook
just the woman who bakes them.

But it was biscuits I baked this morning,
calling them from warm beds
with hot oven smells, clinking of metal
spoon on coffee cup instead of cold threats of blanket stealing
and bribes of trading cards. Biscuits that split without a knife
warm jam melting
they find their way
into my kitchen.

For the first time, I used my grandmother's sifter. I do not know
if you need to sift flour for biscuits. But I do know
it was time to inherit her gentle way. Remember me
perhaps, for this when I am old and you too must strain
seeds from the blackberries picked along the fence row.

 

[4degrees]

17-24

you
my chesse and chicken
burrito
frozen, then heated
throughout by a billion
micro lasers of
compressed sunlight
you taste so
divine, hot
as fire in some spots
then cold as a dead fish
in others
the contrast is part
of your cheap and frozen
appeal
the perfect meal
my chicken cheese burrito.

 

[manipulatrix]

3-13

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