30 Poems in 30 Days

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1-20

She waits patiently unchanging
waiting for me to change
I wait agitated
at her lack of change
everyone waits
selection of objects
behaviors
desires
seldom change

someone said
expecting change
without changing yourself
is insane

How many of anyone
does it really take to change
anything

 

[loststar]

old drama
____new methods
_________deal
___________bitch
_____________deal
_______________let it roll
_______________let it ride

_______________________enjoy the wave
_______________________quiet submersion
_______________________in bliss

 

[AChild]

1-2

"next spot, straight to the head with a pet rock"

cut the fingers off
to look beyond the see
to lions country were
parables are bedtime stories

but

what of music
bloods too graphic a bush
circles off my pointing bones
leave mandala echoes
in keys

what of words
nubs recoil and ghost sign
"we are far too clumsy
use the taste tangler
the second love muscle
the teeth's jewel, that feather
could fly a thousand legends
could articulate through a galaxy of symbols"

hands behind my back
bending chicken over my key board
making love through the bruises.

 

[clock1]

1-21

I wrote a poem today oh boy
only nine to go
for the thirty thirty challenge
a crowd of readers stopped to browse
the didn't notice that the
form had changed

They can finally drink at twenty-one
as if without there is no fun
twenty-one gun salutes
for those adept at disputes

twenty-one thirtieths
divide by three
seven tenths complete
a passing grade
by any computational system

 

[Safe_Bet]

1 - 22

Mornings Link

Cat stretching;
sleepy eyes open.
Drowsy smile crosses
cherished lips.
Tousled morning hair
plays across her face.
Innate rapture aglow.
In her arms
I partake of love.
​

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

2-7

Lost Value

The couple dances as sweat enhances
the mingled love and lust they created.
She clings tightly while he still romances.

On meeting, they judged each other’s stances
as cold distance that could be deflated.
The couple dances as sweat enhances.

He flirts and dances; gauging his chances
with women. He moves as they are rated.
She clings tightly while he still romances.

Her hope is that he will make advances
to her alone. Competition hated.
The couple dances as sweat enhances.

Beer drained. Delivering longing glances,
She makes intentions known as she waited.
She clings tightly while he still romances.

At his beckoning to him, she prances-
eager to please with self-worth sedated.
The couple dances as sweat enhances
She clings tightly while he still romances.

 

[loststar]

1-5

drove over the dam
letting the water reflect my mood
sun streaked pink
blended gold
into blue
i follow the curve
to the spill way
of my emotions
soundtrack of sadness
and anger
and irony
life is as bipolar as i am

 

[AChild]

1-3

older wise
the sun's a lonely toy
foot steps spring
end of season grills

to tend a fire
quality of life, way
better than cake candles

leaves sweep shadows
past it all,
their moment in the sun

clientele of the crackhouse next
to my grandmother
makes her laugh and worry

younger cousins and neighbor kin
learn to skate
great are moves subject to the fall

 

[4degrees]

19-1

poems churn out of
an altered mind,
buttery and fine
street stepping as the air
cools those flashes
of heat-
i cannot defeat
will you eat my chicken?
will you laugh and be rough,
drink coffee and wine again?
will you see these shackels
at my feet, you should,
you put 'em there.
a captured heart waits
another sunrise
fall seeps into this time
and i want to take you
everywhere in winter.

 

[Safe_Bet]

1 - 23

Word Power Link

Words make me feel
Grins: harrumph, comeuppance
Unrelated; fun to say
Tears: genocide, rape, abuse
Related; by vileness
Cold: death, spite, predjudice
Connected; but not
Hot: amor, lust, and passion
Connected; but more
Love: Husband, daughters, baby
Related; Connected; Loved​

 

[Remec]

2-1

I never know what will be,
in the quiet morning hours,
when it comes to you and me;

It seems as if there is no we,
and nothing to be called ours,
I never know what will be

Or what will not. Feel free
to stop and smell all the flowers
when it comes to you and me.

Are they sweet? Possibly,
but it seems ev'rything just sours,
I never know what will be.

It might end up differently,
maybe, Time always devours
when it comes to you and me.

Leaving us alone and empty
awaiting fresh Spring showers,
I never know what will be
when it comes to you and me.
-----

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

2-8

Dusten: Evil Incarnate

He whispered once
of evil lurking within.
Judging himself as demon-animated
freed him from responsibility of harm.
His evil ways weren’t supernatural
though that is what he wished.
Selfish nature residing in haughty mind
unleashed on all around him.
His victims’ worth he measured,
Not with a yardstick.
He didn’t see that much value.
“Minutia” was his favorite word, and it’s no wonder.
Implied by his actions and attitude,
everyone was minutia.
And when he looked at the bottom of a bottle,
he valued himself even less.

 

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1-22

Evesreading

She said she wasn't
necessarily looking
for, you know, mr right
although she had
a pretty good hunch
he was out (to lunch)
no no, just kidding
he was out there
somewhere

a friend poetically acquainted
in an empathetic faux pas
explained about her two
neither necessarily mr right
but nothing wrong
with genetically predisposed greed either

while the girl-talk-man-jokes
(never bashing though)
played on
(something like the band)
or banned relationships
based on eye color
hair color
posteriffic build
no
just a willingness to stray
genetically excused of course
while she talks herself horse
to a sex induced corpse
who wouldn't cuddle beyond a feel
just to get the ball rolling

I really should have
paid more attention
but I was a bit piqued
not knowing what
my chromosomes say
I like to talk after sex
and hold tight
to the source
of such pleasure

I like good dialogue
reading minds
is almost as much
fun as sex
cheated on or earned

 

[loststar]

1-6

I saw jesus last night
Illuminated by the color of the stage
He held a true believer
As she sang her soul to him
The sound reverberated through
The small smoky room
Of an outcast kind
We celebrate in our separation
Removing our masks of normal
Leaving us venerable but free
Vibrant in our hearts desires
Shyness melts away here
Life is not for the timid
Life is to be lived
Here our courage comes
And celebrate life as fully as we can
And here in this festival
We scream that we are not as they would have us
And he heard us
He came, and I saw this deity hold her with love and care
Not the first divine caress I have witnessed
The first Christian I have seen be held
Here amongst the eyeshadow and big hair
The smoke and exposed curvy flesh
Here he came to rejoice in our love
That is no less than sacred

 

[AChild]

1-4

shadow boxes

play light
to catch a light
dark letters leave bright steps

through something like a void

a practiced hand
can briefly see it mirror

cresting cliff bobbing on
the sea of room for more

ache to be red a banner
on the boat of IS

pulling pieces on deck
they dance accepting air
grease drips into the planks
----------
eye wide
searching through the spaces
singing for my losses
clocks judge, moments have victims feet
where the fuck are my keys

 

[4degrees]

19-2

underestimate the power,
the prowess of characters
easily left for death
dealt another dirty blade
one to lick and pick
at short bitten nails
she cuts me up while
i smile, taking anything offered
holding in highest regard
do not wait for
scabs to form, keep
me bleeding fresh
my blush turns blue
this death is you
and i've never loved
you less nor
wanted for you more.

 

[Remec]

2-2 Fallen

I stand my ground
before all accusers,
my rage burning as
brightly as any torch
they hold. Their fire is
nothing compared to
my own.

Even as the sentence
is read, my head is high
and the Light I bear
is not--cannot--be
extinguished, only
dimmed.
-----

 

[Safe_Bet]

1 - 24

I'm Gonna Tell!​

The joys of my life
are varied and strange.
Like watching sisters strife,
during a heated exchange.

They argue and quarrel;
they snit and they snipe;
I am grateful they fight oral;
though upset tears I still wipe.

This morning the hassle
was whose clothes were whose;
of shirts they both had a passel,
but the same one they did choose.

They stood toe to toe;
as they spewed spit and bile;
the anger did ebb and flow
Heard by all within a mile

Chicklet One yelled, “Stop it or I’m going to tell mommy on you!”
Chicklet Two yelled right back, “Well, pick one; cuz we have two!”


P.S. Happened this morning - I am still laughing!​

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

2-9

My SIMS

In one crazy neighborhood reside
three men in one house, none with a bride.
Their personalities are extremes,
But they’re not as random as it seems.
They are not unique- not bona fide.
They are Freud’s theory personified.

Id, Ego, and Superego live
under one roof and humor they give.
The Id, animalistic creature,
fighting the superego preacher.
Ego is frustrated normalcy
living with two who never agree.

Make sure you feed my lustful pal, Id,
or he’ll remove your garbage can lid
and alleviate hunger with trash.
It’s no wonder that these crude ways clash
with Superego’s haughty reserve.
With Superego, don’t hit a nerve.
Telling jokes or flirting will annoy.
No evil is as severe as joy.

Poor ego pulled in each direction
though he holds each in dear affection.
Ego, strategist and referee,
without you, how comic we would be.

 

[loststar]

1-7

tangle of arms
smooth legs under my knees
fuzzy arm gripping my neck
cradled in flesh
sensation of touch
everywhere
cute mouth at my breast
sharp teeth on the shoulder
fingers sliding and gliding
their bodies curved to fit mine
holding me on all sides
as I come,
again,
and again,
faster, harder
cries screams moans
intensity blinds
all else
lost in bliss

 

[clock1]

1-23

There was a Shepard
Sent to lie down
In green pastures
He wanted something.

Death comes suddenly slowly
Always a choice
Go on
Or stop.

Insights hide
From introspection
Conception
Begins finality.

Days and nights
Determined by
Celestial objects
Leave recording to clocks.

The final hour
After the first
Twenty-three
Fuels empathy.

Love will follow goodness
In every life
Forever.

 

[Safe_Bet]

1 - 25

Frog Princess
Link​

Like a princess who kisses frogs,
just because I find them beautiful;
my life is for few.

As a square peg in a world of rounds;
the rare fit was much sweeter.
Fewer chances; greater risks.

The kiss did once work magic.
No prince appeared to carry me away,
instead the princess became the frog.

Now square pegs fit perfectly next to one another;
as two frog princesses frolic in the pond of life.








P.S. Yeah, Sassy, I'd do Leona in a nano-second!​

 

[Remec]

2-3 After

Peaceful
Resting against
the pillow with
you resting against
me.

I think this repose
could be something
that I wouldn't dream
of passing up on
a daily basis.

The feel of your weight
on my chest...
the way your hair fills my
nose with the scent of
more than merely us...
the heat still pulsing in
my palms and thighs, that
echoes in the throbbing
beat of my heart...

Yeah, I could live with
this forever...ring and
vows and ceremony
are special, no doubt,
but
nothing is as special
as holding you to
me and just being
together.
-----

 

[AChild]

1-5

the night is pregnate with a sun
and all the colors come to bulge
at the birth
animals kill their time noises to
watch

except the birds can't wait
for the end to cheer.

-----------------
no connection

starring at the screen
I don't want to call
because calling only gives rise to
arugement
that only changes the issue

intead i'll go on the roof and make
smoke signals, but how do I make them
electrified

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

2-10

Agoraphobia

Sluggish slosh overtaking hours
hiding under covers. Safety sought
in loneliness. Unwelcome powers
form an overwhelming web. I’m caught.

Crowds of malicious souls swarm and dodge
at my senses like a rabid flock.
Distrust of mankind I must dislodge
before I venture from outside my lock.

Safe. Alone, but safe. Behind closed doors,
I’m the only thing assaulting me.
Hiding only ceases half the wars.
For now, it’s the way it has to be.