30 Poems in 30 Days

[Remec]

1-6 Beloved

Best of all things I
ever have sampled, you
linger in my thoughts;
Omnipresent muse speaking
volumes to my heart,
enchanting me to the
depths of my soul.

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[sassynyc]

1-23 Fibonacci

One
thought
after
another
ambles through my mind.
I can bet money, that a time
or two, even they must think, “What the hell did I get
myself into?” Navigating these dark corridors, is hardly for the faint of heart.

Try not to trip over grey matter and the cumbersome secrets of cognition, of which, only a fly on the wall of these halls, can tell.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

2-23

Oh, my baby baby. I love you so it scares me to death. I can't say any more that I love you. Everything else is a waste of breath. - Elvis Costello

The break from sleep is break from dreamed embrace
for all night long I slept in love, immersed,
blanketed with kisses, toe to face,
dreaming on his tender lines of verse.
When, towel ensconced, I bent to draw my bath,
I felt his phantom hold me from behind.
The strands of rising steam coiled 'round us both.
Now, wake or sleep, I feel us intertwined.
The sockets of my body long for him.
My fingers know his name as they know mine.
Apart our timbres echo still in hymns
to what in each is savage and divine.
He asked me if I try to hear his voice.
I marvel that he thinks I'd have a choice.

 

[Tzara]

27

Control of Nature

A bud swirls open in warmth of sun
not because it loves or trusts
the probe of hymenoptera,

but because it must. But you,
however much the perfect bloom,
part legs only after due

deliberation. That still you do
speaks even more than your unfocused eyes,
of senses drawn back and set

for the spring release of touch.
Wound so tight, I know I need be gentle
even when I'm made most rough.


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[clock1]

That was five so this is 1-6

She sat watching waves
at water's edge
contemplating
I thought perhaps
composing poetry
no she spoke
turning once again to face the waves.

I do not take dismissal well
making further inquiries
engaging words beyond
no
for those she spoke
were poetic
rhythms with occasional rhyme
reasons without cause
or excuses

I found myself wishing
my poetry wove as elegantly
forcing me to turn away
facing the waves
leaving her
to continue the chase

 

[sassynyc]

1-24

Seagulls circle, beneath flint
clouds of morning, adorning
salty ocean air

They promise me rain
in exchange
for a smile

 

[Safe_Bet]

1 - 8

Senses Link

Sounds muted
deafening smooches
sloppily bestowed

flavors made bland
spicy mouth
possessing mine

numb to all
wanton caresses
avid fingers

blinding fireworks
sudden blackness
orgasmic peak

salty aroma
womanly wetness
well sated

senses sharpen
as another’s fade​

 

[Remec]

1-7 Shopping

milk,
litter,
cereal,
food for dog and cats,
was there anything else? guess not,
although, if they have new lives on sale, I'm buying one.

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[Tzara]

28

Distracted

I read Rilke at an open window,
soothed by the running tap of rain.

Yet I lose the thread of his emotion
as I hear you—low, yearning. Plain.


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[clock1]

1-7

Damn,
I had a poem
racing across my brain
waiting to be written
across the page
(computer screen)
when the phone rang

An old friend
reknewing aquaintence
asking for advice
sharing stories
chasing poetry
from the brain
never to be written
upon the page
(computer screen)

By the time
I hung up the phone
I was alone
no old friend
no more poem
instead I type this sad lament
upon the page
(somputer screen)

 

[PandoraGlitters]

2-24

Packing and leaving
in dusk hemmed morning,
you among the rest
of my regrets, I place three
small sea shells
to hold the smiles I leave:
two for steps we briefly danced
one for a kiss rumored
to be dangling still
from the empty
balcony.

 

[Safe_Bet]

I appologize for this poem. It sucks ($2.37 has been sent to Tz). Just can't get my mind around anything today. Sorry.

Drunk on white wine
You will be mine

Guiding to your room
I inhale your perfume

Laid helpless in bed
Clothes quickly I shed

Caresses make nipples taut
Consciously known naught

Moaning as in a dream
I consummate my scheme

Now spent from hard use
you are unaware of the abuse

Our meeting again was destined to be
But now there is an unknown need to flee

 

[Remec]

1-8 Flm

famously letting
you inside,
new games lingering on,
victorious emperors
making our nest,
keeping everything
yummy

fastidiously
licking your id,
nervously gnawing
like one vicious
explosion made of
nothing kosher
except
you

favorites;
little yummy ingredients
needed, going loony
over vanilla-encrusted
marzipan or nutty
kernel-enveloping
yogurt

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[Tzara]

29

Monsalvat

The sorcerer sent her to kiss me
in his dark garden, where other maids
all failed at seduction. She, though,

knew my name and spoke in warmth
so clawed and low I slipped into trance,
caught in her fierce burn of lust.

She knew, or claimed to know,
my dead mother, whom I spurned
in the blankness of a youth

spent chasing many graceful birds
at which to shoot in simple sport,
and now these soft and open lips

scalded, scarring me with acid songs
sung with sweet, corrosive words.
But I too was impure,

so when the gelded man appeared
and threw his spear,
I could only catch it with my breast.

As I lay panting in my own blood,
the woman laughed at my spent state
for she could not weep,

while the magician stole my amethyst,
knotting it safe in a leather sack
long emptied of his own.

Now, although I cannot die, I wear
my failure as an open wound—for nothing is holy
without pity, and I am wholly only love.


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[sassynyc]

1-25

I marvel at the genius
of infrastructure.
What makes societies run, gives
mankind legs, to run as well.

Be it, a bridge
or expanse of highway
you can shed “here”, in mere minutes, flat.

Watch circumstance
disappear, behind you and leave
Unpleasantville in your dust.
Head for Anywhere, USA
and reinvent yourself, as the wheel.

Move swiftly
and you never happened
to your mistakes.

 

[clock1]

1-8

Riding hood walked
through a jungle
resembling not at all
the woods occupied
by the woodman
who freed grandmother
(with normal sized teeth)
from the belly of the wolf
the wolf having been tame
in contrast with the
denizens of the jungle
where trees more viscious
than apple throwing
at scarecrow and toto
hid creatures of day and night
all looking for a bite.
Riding hood carried
no basket of treats
the weaponry for this sortie
potent beyond wolves or woodmen
looking for excuses or reasons
worthy of unleashing fear
as anger
jungle or city street.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

2-25 Let's make us some tea, hon.

There is always lotion in hospitals, usually nearby
and this time is the same. I speak to her as one would
to a horse, soft and low, brushing her aura first
then putting my hand on her thin wrist.

I hold her arm with mine, smoothing lotion over skin
too frail to exfoliate. Still her face shines, high cheeks
cradle eyes lit madly fluorescent shining back
the red hatted ladies searching bingo cards.

I feather lotion into her hand, looking into
her tiger eyes, watching her mind spin
through gears trying to process the bewildering
world. Her gaze coils down my hair, her dentures click
and she blurts a complete sentence.

At first she suggests we make tea, as if we had keys
to supply cupboards. Then a shade drops
over aged irises. That one'll bring it, grandmother
vaguely gestures. She is yet alive
and parsing, sparking flint still where it is
dry at the corners.

 

[Safe_Bet]

1 - 10

Une Nuit Noire Link


Caring kisses penetrate;
tender touches pierce;
my somnolent state
with an ardor fierce.

Her arm coyly snakes,
fitting me into her spoon.
The feel of her body makes
me passionately swoon.

Opening me; moving a leg
with a gentle touch
knowing fingers make me beg
that I want this oh so much.

I am yours; do as you want; enjoy my willing flesh.
then I will sleep once again with a love refreshed.​

 

[Remec]

1-9

There will be no poem in any form,
or even unbounded by any norm,
A simple rhyme will have to do,
as I am struggling with the flu.

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[sassynyc]

1-26

It isn’t about the carving
into wet flesh
or the filling of a willing vessel
so much, as it is, about
the art of everything that precedes it.

Engage the senses with mastery
of lips, tongue and fingertips.
Drink in the experience, with eyes.
Inhale what is left.

The first slice
is merely signature
on the dotted line.

 

[Tzara]

Thirty

Faith

Each door opened
onto blood.
The clothes dripped blood,

the armor, the jewels
steeped in blood.
Even the flowers,

when one snapped
their fresh stems,
seeped a thin and pale blood.

Still, she opened
more doors
and whispered

His love knows
such violent love.
I dream in symbols,

nothing more.
She paused
before the sixth door,

its lock dulled
from little use.
The key turned

but reluctantly.
Inside, the only blood
colored the low sun.

A vast salt sea
swept
toward the distant edge

of her determined vision.
The Sea of Tears,
her voice said

into the emptiness.
The final door
would seal

the contract and her fate.
She knew
here would she find

his many other loves,
and all, all dead. But
there was nothing

in this room
and as she stood
in the unwavering dark,

his long hair draped
along her cheek,
she gave back

his several keys,
then closed her eyes
and heart.


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[clock1]

1-9

best of friends
circling warily
seeking advantageous
position to stab
each other in the
back or upon any
available portion of anatomy
serving self harboring
efficiency beyond
that required by
friendship
best of friends
or otherwise

 

[clock1]

Since it was almost midnight for #9 1-10

This is the tenth in a series
I may stop at thirty
or might not
there is the possibility
of reaching for sixhundredsixtysix
give or take a few
or perhaps
I’ll simply stop at sixty-nine
or seventy
just to be sure
she gets hers

I am one third of the way
to some definition of completion
in a world divided
into halves and fourths
I have
she puts forth
or perhaps I have that backwards
the reciprocal of one third
is three

sets of three
groups of 3
in a world divided
into couples
I grant
she receives
or perhaps I have that backwards
the reciprocal of me
is she

 

[PandoraGlitters]

2-26

Every third second I think of you
and that thought sticks out through
the maze of other seconds
Our lives slow to the deep inhale and ex
and in them I can see this branch
of laughter through our
close fngered hands

 

[Remec]

1 -10 Migraine

Lightning,
swift and sudden
~blinding

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