30 Poems in 30 Days

[Remec]

1-2

blown in darkness,
amasses until it
......falls

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[Safe_Bet]

2 - 3

Love of My Friends

F ind a reason to hug me
regardless of my actions

R ead my writing and know
my pain, sadness and joy

I nnocently push all my buttons,
and get away unscathed

E mpathetically know I’m a bitch
and give me XOXs; deserved or not

N ever lets me stew alone in my own shit;
instead they jump right in with me

D on’t stop when I say no or shut up;
But do stop when I mean no or shut up

S hush, when they want to cuss
me out for my stubbornness

 

[Tzara]

23

Now, a Blind Magician

sifts earth and sifts salt together
onto a rough-woven cloth,
gathers the ends, twists and knots,

places this under the Common Table
to keep demented spirits off.
For me, he mixes my blood with pearls

drawn up from a five fathom dive.
Into a hand-hammered silver bowl,
its rim traced with strange inscriptions,

this vital slurry flows.
No rough magic stirs in its hollowed space,
but there a gentler offering glows.


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[clock1]

(1-2) Bells and Whistles

No bells clanged, rang or
echoed along empty hallways
No lights went off
sparkling like New Year's Eve
No shrill whistle blew
piercing ears with reality
calling time out
or signaling
resumption of play.

There were no explosions
though the heart did drum
just a little louder
There were no waterfalls
Though there was
a brief catch of breath
an unwillingness
to move a molecule
lest an illusion be proven.

There was no music
though poetry was composed
spontaneously
combusting into fire
that etched words
into a pounding heart
and seared breathless lungs
consuming desire
at the arrival of love.

 

[sassynyc]

1-19

Eargasm link

Two past midnight, when the phone rings.
The ‘smug’ in my smile, knows that it’s you.
Bass in your hello, one octave too low
a canned heat type of mellow, seeping through

Instantly, I know you’ve found
the souvenir, my gift to you
slipped under your pillow, for restless nights
French cut, black lace, optimum rear view.

They wear me still, like fine perfume
and permeate your sensory gates.
I need neither lease, nor key.
Osmosis grants me your headspace.

Close your eyes. Let me slip behind
your lids, play backbeat to your every stroke.
Massage your ear drum from the inside
out, whispering wet, sweet and low.

I hear your slip, over the edge.
All falls away, but my voice, in the night.
My smile slices darkness, at the sound
of French cut black lace, covered in white.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

2-19

. . . . .

 

[Remec]

1-3 My Love

My Love

Trust not what news you have of me,
my only thoughts are of you;
Even though what was can never be,
trust not what news you have of me;
They idly gossip and speak candidly,
as those unknowing are wont to do;
Trust not what news you have of me,
my only thoughts are of you.

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[Safe_Bet]

2 - 4

Surrender’s Victory link

I compel you to your knees through willingness.
Absolute submission secures you like silken chains;
diverted eyes force you into my bed.

The contours of my breasts fondle your searching hands,
while my nipples violate your tender caresses.
Your probing tongue is plundered by my eager mouth.

My labia deflowers your nimble fingers,
as my juices imprison your face.
You are taken and used by my cunt.

Forever enslaving you with my pleasure,
I brutally rape your neck with butterfly kisses.​

 

[sassynyc]

1-20

Mon Homme link

You taste like poetry, I have yet to scribe
When next, I write beautiful
I want to write you

Infuse my words, with your au jus
and weave you into verse
Enrapture you with rhythm, move
the body of my text

Lay with me, inside the lines
Breathe the breaks, therein
Inhale the meter, until
we three are one

 

[clock1]

1-3

Visionary

I watched a horse
Prance toward the horizon
Only to blink the creature
Into a bison
Before my eyes
Detected the growing
Of a trunk
On what was obviously
An elephant

No I was not drunk
Or using drugs
I was lying in
(not smoking)
the grass
watching a cloud
that had caught
my attention
as a horse
prancing toward
the horizon

 

[Tzara]

n = 2 · 12

Inclement

Sheet lightning lit
our hot sky
like a failed fluorescent tube

and I wondered how
we would dispose of it,
safely.

I sat in the dark
so as to not tempt a strike.
Hindemith played

fugues, low
and quiet in the background.
There was never

any thunder, but
that was good, for
it meant I could have lived

out on the lawn, exposed
and open
to whatever elements

would come this way,
in search of more wounded humans
to be their fond delicacy.


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[PandoraGlitters]

2-20 Laced

how careless I have been with you
coming into our house in my party frock
glowing with mischief

I will prepare for three days
for the steady gift of your lens
ripping my dress at the riverbank
painting myself into the sunset
for anyone who comes looking

your hands on my arms
yes
that's the only time I fully breathe
your words like pure oxygen

 

[Remec]

1-4 Never enough

Yellow and gold
battle for my
eyes in the soft
breeze of a just-opened
door. A glance

over shoulder brings
a smile as you
enter unexpectedly

has it been so long?
it seems like it must
from the stir in
my pulse and the
catch in my breath

as we meet and I
feel your lips,
smell that raspberry
lotion beneath your clothes,

taste the hunger still
there just inside your
mouth. How long do
we have, this time?

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[Safe_Bet]

2 - 5

Rings of Gold Link

Rings of gold
Forged together by the fires of love
form the mail that forever
protects our hearts

Rings of gold
Insignificant tokens of devotion
whose meaning transcends
their worth

Rings of gold
Shimmering with the glow of romance
reflect our passion and desire
as we caress in the dark​

 

[sassynyc]

1-21

Lunar Eclipse link

I carry slices of the moon
in my pocket, next to grains of sand
Pebbles immersed, in crystal motion
sit pretty, on my night stand

Your saltwater twilight, ‘cross
my concrete noon
bends time
to plant me where you stand
under our slice of moon

 

[Tzara]

5²

Pique

Here, cradled in spider nets
Near A Streetcar Named Desire

Swing skeletons of insects
Dead to Brando’s undershirt

And unreliant on kind strangers.
My overdue vacuum sucks

Away this Kafka dream
Of arthropod unhappiness,

While I—rushed, revising—write:
You know, Stanley was K. too.


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[clock1]

1-4

fatigue stares
out of eyes too
haggard to look
too blurred to gaze
about life

eyelids close
too weary to rise
or allow light
to assault this sense
while the din forces darkness
darker still

recuperation waits
somewhere
the other side of sleep
too long neglected
without a promise in sight

eyes stare with pity
at the derelict
cast upon
the shore of future
battered
by waves of past

fatigue stares
with nothing to see

 

[PandoraGlitters]

2-21

Perhaps because he returned,
robbed death of 20 years, David
offered himself up:
taciturn, lay his arms down
herotic? Before, he got by
enough and dug in
rough weather
or fair, until he didn't.

I stand at his grave and mourn
fine fair cheek his blue eye no longer
shifting the world into patterns of his own.

 

[Safe_Bet]

1 - 6

Existence Link

leaves cartwheel gleefully across the yard;
chased by mother wind -
with memories older than man can comprehend

russets and gold complete wild leaps into the water;
to float and drift -
understanding the need for their blissful demise

eventually waffling towards quiet solitude;
briefly interred -
only to rise again in yet another form of existence​

 

[Remec]

1-5 May Day

The rustle of gossamer
whispers through the forest,
mingling with the buzz of
dragonflies and mosquitoes

while soft laughter flows
in the bubbling of brooks
and scribble-scrabble of nails
on bark as the chipmunks

and squirrels race to see
who will be first to come
to the new Queen's call.
I will.

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[sassynyc]

1-22

The Kiss link

The first kiss, sets the course
of a union’s topography
yielding confessions
that words never speak

Silent lips, show your hand
with no room to bluff

Entangled,
tongue to tongue
cheek to cheek
iris to iris
the kiss tells all​

 

[clock1]

1-Is it 4 or 5 now?

No Excuses

Hot sauce
cold mustard
stired into soup
they say no one lives
forever but others try.

Sunblock white hat
even for the bad guy
gunslingers tie down
leaving widows until
comforted to cry.

Surgically implanted
heartbeat keeps
all systems go
until god sends another
poor excuse to die

 

[Tzara]

26

Subtleties of Go

I would wish our physical love
lay not like brick or stone
or even poured, like concrete,

but as how knowledge
wipes ignorance away—trimmed and true.
So, now I think of you as chalkboard

on which to diagram
my many successful plays.
These stones are laid

always with many liberties.
Have I said how much I really like
the way your pieces move and writhe?


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[Safe_Bet]

First listen to this to get your mind right!

There were two chicks happy with life
Being gay caused no marital strife
They got along great
Except for the debate
About which of them would be called wife!

(Yeah I know it's a stupid limerick - I LIKE stupid limericks!)

P.S. Amy help me make this up. Isn't she the bestest, most wonderfulest person you ever seen? - and GOD, was she Butch tonight. Made her little Love Monkey behave real well. Mmm Mmm Mm! She did good!)​

 

[PandoraGlitters]

2-22

Was so sleepy I posted this in the wrong place. (Lit Blog)

2-22

That boy fed on mother's milk and Sahara wind
and now he is heat resistant. Nothing happens
he isn't ready for. I only worry about the cold.
I'm building my own staircase up Pharos Lighthouse
word by word, chipping stones by hand climbing up
carrying Scotch and a lighter and dangerous words,
the verbs especially.