30 Poems in 30 Days

[AChild]

beast of burden
flying height
filtered wings
scaled moon in flight
how did you change
the wind with out flapping?
cold blue upon my soul bone
dragging rhymes down steps
into the streets to see the sight
of change in the air
not bleeding

being with a binging sound
as the clock ticks you realize
you beat another moment
your number is still
running down

 

[Anschul]

1-26

Conversations

These sunrise walks at water's edge will end
Much sooner than originally planned.
This vast, flat ocean has become my friend,
My confidant, as footprints in the sand
Trail behind, witness to thoughts that only
The water, the seagulls, and I can share.
That still, small voice that echoes the lonely
Child inside is safe here, while everywhere
Else it hides, obedient to a fear
Of exposure. But in this peaceful place
Where no one can get close enough to hear,
It shouts. The days are easier to face.
The man has found his daily precious walk.
There must be a place where the boy can talk.

 

[AChild]

?3-25

hired
the air can never be a word of me
breath in a base of being bored
bored with the eyes a season in
the mind of winter

willing out the bottle of rum
makes me a lazy poet
but I can see the stars better
as if that even matters

 

[Anschul]

1-27 (and I'm getting exhausted)

Mistress
Arms tied behind my head, you sit astride,
Fingers circle my nipples, fingernails
Seem sharpened, scrape the rosebuds, scratch my hide
Till tiny droplets appear. Make me wail
With rapture, beg for more, "Please, MORE," I scream,
And you just laugh, your eyes betray your vice.
"Before I'm done, you'll wish it was a dream,"
You sneer, "You thought getting fucked would be nice
And safe. You didn't know what you would get
When you walked in. You didn't know that pain
Could be so thrilling." I feel your cunt get wet
Against my belly. You scrape me again.
My breath grows short. I explode. Loins afire.
After, in your eyes, I see raw desire.

 

[AChild]

?3-26

What is a sonnet? 'fraid
I don't know.
Does it have to be a certain amount of lines?
14 alternate the rhyme and then the last two rhyme?
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Night man

step into the magic
with a lime moon
hands in pocket
holding rum

wet coyote
in the bush
does the shake
screaming the school bus
crash
complementing thunder

dedicate a word to night
the cold can hear
make a glass of grass
swirl elements

spit and spit and spit
till it shines
not like the sun
because the sun
is treason in any night game

shine,
wet grass in the light of passing car
wild dog eyes,
black lips and teeth a cup as they sip and bite the moon

 

[Anschul]

1-28

Muse

I'm channeling a poet that I knew
When I was just a student learning how
To write and make verses rhyme. And a few
Of the lines I've written in this form now
Force the discipline needed to express
All the emotions built up in the years
Before I found the courage to address
The tight knot that lived inside. My heart hears
Now the words that spill from these old fingers,
And they ease the pain a bit. These sonnets
Driven by hard choice, like dust that lingers
Bright in the wake of a streaking comet,
Illuminate the sky long after, while
In the moment, the poems make me smile.

 

[Anschul]

1-29 I'm going to make it!

While She Sleeps

I listen to her breathe deep in the night,
A reassuring note of love's sweet voice.
Her body still, her fragrance feels just right
Beside me as she sleeps. I still rejoice
At my wondrous good fortune. This woman
Brought me peace amid the swirl of a storm
On an unfocused voyage toward a plan
For a future I could not foresee. Born
Of loneliness, a life adrift in seas
Of failed intention came about to see
A safe way through, a charted course. I please
This friend, this partner, as she pleases me.
Her dreams, sweet and free in her peaceful sleep,
Give me such pleasure, I watch, and I weep.

 

[AChild]

?3-27

?4-1

easy
hot dogs in the oven pass
boiling like a beer shit
bukowski never had a hard time
when he was drinking
I did last night maybe I should
change the title of this one to
failure

 

[Anschul]

1-30 Ta-da.......

Completion

It's certainly a gratifying thing,
To bring a mighty challenge to its knees,
To chart an unknown course, make a brain sing
Some difficult tunes. The soul's mirror sees
The jump into this raging river as
A torrent conquered. The calendar keeps
Moving, leaden foot upon the gas,
And challenging the mind to make these leaps
Into the wake, pulled along, writing down
Word after word, line after line, until
The last day comes. But the finishers crown
Only themselves, completion is the thrill.
What difficulty lies ahead, the tough
Job left is dealing with this nasty stuff.

 

[AChild]

?4-2

blanking at the page

damn you have a big house
oh that's just a mirror.

who's that?

are those flowers on his shirt
how come he's mocking me
moving like I move
stealing my words
before I think of them

oh well I guess I like him
he's ok if you squint

sure i'll have a beer
in the next room?
what about my new friend
he'll stay here?
a picture of how I used to be

 

[AChild]

?4-3

damn

water slows
then deepens song

man made
concrete spikes the
river music

jump and balance
to the other
no trail side

feet sink deep in the
dead leaves

break the spider's curtain
kick up rocks to see
the earth writhe and hide
a bruise that air can quick fix
find sharp bushes
with the pricking finger

wonder how someone got a fender out here

 

[AChild]

One must have a mind of summer
To regard the dry and crisping leaves
the showers boiling off;

And have been hot a long time
To behold the grass dying in spots
The warbling air in the distance

Of the July sun; and not think
Of any slipping in the focus of the star,
that is the moist leaving

Which is the sound of the land
full of the disappearing chlorophyill
That is burning to be cracked leaves
in our green places

For the listener, who listens to the sun,
and, nothing himself, beholds
a chance still to be a ray of light
while the rays of light are so abundant

 

[AChild]

?4-5

Tanked

danger, comes with a yellow light
the river is movin'
but I'm slowing down

a leaf on the shore
watching all the reflected
stars go by

I need juice to move
can't slough off that
machine body

on foot
it's a new city

 

[AChild]

?4-6

don't want no cigs
just the ash

one night stand

booze and the high heeled shoe
she taste like the end of smoking
don't want the bed head
keep the uncomfortable exchange of
good mornings
just give the the ash on lips
i can chew that while I dream

 

[AChild]

?4-7

she asked me if she could play acoustic

7 six string outlaws
showed up
in heels

except
Daniel wore grey soul slippers

they danced on a wooden box
bringing tempo from the
passing heart

the last girl had a mule jaw
sticks across the teeth
then hit at the hinge

their voices came together bad
off key
a real that doesn't get recorded
they said

"if you can talk you can sing, and if you can walk you can dance"

nobody took the tint
the man in the next both
cried

when the vibrations cooled
money fell into the hat

 

[AChild]

?4-8

book fair

mud cloth light
undercover
people ask if i'm a poet
not the other poets
just the people
when I speak and
try to rearrange there
words to make them
float

mens corner
fathers in my tent
we only give samples
to women
bounce with out knowing
listen close to cat calls
the accents come hard

 

[AChild]

?4-9

she held my cock like a cell phone

put stickers on it
showed it off to friends and
when it vibrated
she claimed it was her favorite song

 

[AChild]

?4-10

close to peace in clothes
little lines in the street
I pick up and pick out people
who like to dance tongue
round we go round
the starting places
say anything
it just has to make sense
bend the vibe and still
not certain if the
till is going strong

on the roof top
the sky is bending clouds the
out line of an angels wing
sun pink and gray green
with the smog
the big truck doesn't have
a parking brake leave it in gear
all the pretty cars come close
to the wrecker

I not certain what the time
is or when I was supposed
to be myself last

the girl I love can be anything
but only wants to be mine
who am I to tell the world
from her

can't change the name the season
I feel the eyes come off me
peeling floating like leaves to the
proper trash
R-E-C-Y-C-L-E

 

[AChild]

?4-11

Once, there was a once
upon a time

high inside the idea
there grows the seeing tree
which has fruit that seems eyes

all shapes and sizes
from grape to melon
growing off the wooden limbs
by the corners

by day the fruit conceals itself
in the leaves that change with season
but at night they glow open
like the pursuit of riches
because the riches themselves are
dull in comparison

the flesh of the fruit is purple
to take a bite break the veil
as if a hammer could bring day

which is really just a accurate reflection
could you take the sight of yourself
without the filter of being you?

 

[AChild]

?4-12

my house is a jungle
were I stalk the animal
me

every element inside
was brought to focus
by own hand

somewhere inside
the box is my perfect combination

 

[AChild]

?4-13

black plastic bag business men and women
swarm the corner
moving vintage
pushing wage
that was earned by
tin panning humanity

they sweat sour
eyes, animal hungry

what really matters

so much pain in the world
why not let the lost ones
have slips of bliss?

If I can I by fine wine
on moon eaten nights
and ask them to tell
the story of the fall.

 

[AChild]

?4-15

sweet tales
on cheap rails
face hell to catch bail
don't test mail or phormula
the warning of
the churnin'
time burnin' with a learned line
we just lie as a part of the fact
we off track and there no going back
who can fix the world with out
the coruption string
a thing that stings
in the mind and brings
the curving of the law
not just, not Just-ice
blind girl weeping on the flowers
and nothing can grow
with cold sad food, no one can know
acts don't better the world
they only strive for preservation of
power
so the leaders chase what they already
have and the lead get trampled under foot
---------------
in the market
a boy walks on a metal frame
with tennis balls on the legs
maybe drooling

my father says
I reconcile your brother being gay
with the sight of handicapped people

I don't know what to do with that
can a family be whole on that
is it enough?

 

[Yoron]

------------------Timeless----------

There is a difference you know
between fearing for someones life
and wanting to share it while alive

she said

Sometimes caring is not enough

then what is love
I asked

A cry in the night
A sudden stop of time
the whisper of your breath

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