30 Poems in 30 Days

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1-24

Twenty-four hours in a day
Twenty-four eggs in two dozen
Twenty-four poems now mused
Twenty-four years ago I was barely used

Used cars with twenty-four thousand miles
Used friends with twenty-four thousand smiles
Used condoms with twenty-four million sperm
Used beaches with twenty-four billion grains of sand

Sand through the hourglass marks passing of time
Sand paper can make wood ready to shine
Sand bagging hides truth from the world
Sand in the eyes will make you cry

Time for love wrote Heinlein
Time leaves some behind
Time soon passes away
Time 24 hours a day

 

[4degrees]

19-3

a perfect poem early on
begining this day with
wild imagination-
i know what you could do--
strength you spake of
must be true
it comes together in my mind

dark hair swept across
darker eyes, that burn holes
each a new point of entry
soon to be like swiss cheese
with your lust sliding
won't you bore me to death, dear
with wicked whips, slick within
invade me every where
fuck my breath away
and show me how you care

 

[loststar]

1-8

not so lost

studded oblivion
of self awareness
me am i own
proud
fierce
protective of that little child inside
to have the streanth
to pull the sword
that is the sweetness
that saves this soul
and bleeds smile

 

[Safe_Bet]

1 - 26

Slyly tickled foot -
lively electric suprise
toes curl suddenly

 

[Remec]

2-4 Indian Summer

The lazy, summer
days roll together and
mingle with the start
of fall until the
heat is blended with
fresh, cool breezes
making for a new
season that's just
as lazy.
-----

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

2-11

Asperger’s

All people seem threatening to you.
Simple social niceties overwhelm
Precious daughter with cerebral challenge,
Even ordering food is a daunting task.
Regular sounds and scents assault your senses.
Gifted intellectually, your symptoms you hide.
Enabled by my anti-social behavior
Realize you need to grow and remove the
Sarcastic-humor mask you hide behind.



(This is not as good as I want it to be. I'll need to rework it in a totally diffrent form and voice.)

 

[4degrees]

19-4

bedazzled by
a churning vortex of
diamond cut ecstacy
weave it tight
around me, spin it
making mummies
leave just a little slit
she's no spider--
but reptilian in those
scaley ways i adore
snaking together
decending lower,
slower,
ingesting one another
in the end

 

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1-25

I cannot have sex tonight
the gas lines are too long
with rumors fueling fuel
prices rising faster than pumps
can spin or walk after running
out of gas

I can not have sex tonight
the storm is on the horizon
invisible due to darkness
but there nevertheless
clearly visible by dopler
infra red

I can't have sex tonight
though bed beckons
I shall sleep with a pillow
holding my head

 

[loststar]

1-9 silly September will ensue

sweet sleep coming soon
soft sheets tired body
senses slipping from reaility
search satisfied by experimentation
sure signs of sleep deprivation

 

[Remec]

2-5 Faeries

I hear them,
hidden whispers in the
low, wee hours when
out gathering dew and
milking flowers to make
their creamy, frothy
drinks. They flit

from garden bed to
window sill and dance among
the wild splashes of color
that dot the roadways
and hide in all the best
parts of what passes for
forest these days. They

think themselves ferocious,
but beneath sharp daggers,
spiked hair, and keen wit they are
still mostly gossamer, I
could brush them aside
like cobwebs, but I have
better things to do with
them when we're alone. We

have dances to share,
adventures to have,
and, after all that, I have
cream of my own--not so
frothy, but thick and plentiful.
We will feast and be
happy.
-----

 

[Safe_Bet]

1 - 27

I cry sobs
of hiccupy loss;
like last gasps of a landed fish.
I jerk away from caresses,
by gentle fingers,
that should be curled tight.

I look through tears;
for lust and passion,
now stored away
As if winter clothes
put away for the season

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

2-12

Redemption from Myself

Judgment which lack of self-acceptance inflicts
designates all human error as malign.
Is godliness a goal or a crucifix?

When depression and lack of self-esteem mix,
church and parents’ perfectionism design
judgment which lack of self-acceptance inflicts.

Others’ mistakes, even violent conflicts
are forgiven. Their wickedness, I decline.
Is godliness a goal or a crucifix?

A tattoo on my forehead reads “666”-
sign of my self-condemnation. I resign
judgment which lack of self-acceptance inflicts.

My past errors haunt, overwhelm, and transfix
All imperfection or sin crosses the line.
Is godliness a goal or a crucifix?

Slowly rebuilding self-worth bricks upon bricks,
the stronger, more patient self needs to refine
judgment which lack of self-acceptance inflicts.
Is godliness a goal or a crucifix?

 

[loststar]

1-10

i pick out my favorite
the thong that lets he butterfly sit right above my ass
it settles there like a tramp stamp
always decorating me
my favorite part of the day
is when I turn around
let your hands slide over me
hear your chuckles
this good girl flaunts her underware

 

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1-26

Thus challenge
Has been something like
A marathon
Today is the 26th poem
I have crashed through
The wall
Still running tall
Wavering not at all
I will not fall or fail
Yet ennui sets in
The finish line is in sight
How much of a cool down
do I need anyway
I did my three
Poem warmup
With the 5 in five challenge
I wonder
As I reach the marathon
Do I need a four
Poem cooldown
Should I stop here
Like a heart attack victim
As I cross the line
Or send off a cool down
poem or two
so unsure of what to do

 

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19-5

stoke the sparking passion
with wine-a whole bottle
throw in flowers, delivered
and excessive texting
making boundaries faint

my verbal fucks make you blush
and drive me to the brink
i don't just write it--
i do it, jus' like that,
sleep next to me and
play possum as my hand
slides across your belly
you imagine what my
mouth can do--its true
however composed,
you're human, too
and here i'll wait
and wait
and wait
and w a i t
for you.

 

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26.2

Cooldown

Smell of fall rises
Afternoons are brisk and cool
Breaths are the prizes

 

[4degrees]

19-5

the tide of lives
washes the fleshfields
draining the cisternal soulless
viper, black and dripping in
oily slicks of bad love
and as the greedy dragon taught
he eats away, his own body saiting
that unresolved hunger
there remains a mouth,
gaping, masticate thin air
-nothing more remains there.

 

[Safe_Bet]

1 - 28

Dirge for the Bunny

The HPT turned pink you see
this mere fact flipped out Amy
she ran to the store
and bought three more
now four to nothing is the score!



I’M PREGGERS!!!!​

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[Remec]

2-6

Wan fish,
to fish,
Why so blue, Fish?

Do you fear
my hook and net,
or the way my
worm beckons,
the colourful lures
that dance about
in the water?

Fear not, for
I only play fish,
rod, reel, bait
are trappings for
time away,
time asleep,
dreaming of cold
drinks and snacks
'round my green-felt
card table.

Go fish.
----

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

2-13

To Dave

As you linger at the door,
a soft kiss brings you back for more.
My gentle persuasion is met
with your fingers making me wet.
I lick them clean for you
before you get what’s due.
Clothing thrown off in haste,
there’s no need for time to waste.
Sucking your dark cock gives me pleasure
as I imagine you entering my treasure.
Face down, ass up, your hands on my hips
I only wish I could lick your lips.
You spank and thrust, groaning in desire
while our bodies take us yet higher.
You hold me in an owning embrace in the end.
You’re my love, my lover, my dearest friend.

 

[Remec]

2-7

Time was, once,
you and me were
as bright eyed as
any couple could
ever hope to be.

Funny how quickly
forever and ever
came along, isn't it?
-----

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

2-14

Splintered light ripples through closed window blinds-
the only light in locked room dark-shrouded.
Of the threat of the world, the light reminds
and cues vivid memories unclouded
by time. At night, lingering hope remains
the only light in locked room dark-shrouded.
Past assaults restrain as if tied in chains.
Goals unresolved. Mundane actions unmarked
by time. At night, lingering hope remains
the only clue to dreams from this life parked.
Thoughts of the future held in trauma’s grip.
Goals unresolved. Mundane actions unmarked
progress, as all surviving is. Equip
me with therapy aimed at releasing
thoughts of the future held in trauma’s grip.
Creativity, tool used to ceasing
the recurrent nightmare. Kind nature moves
me with therapy aimed at releasing
from mental hell with hope that the dawn proves.

 

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1 - 29

Proud Papa Link

Cantaloupes and coffee
as mermaids dive
for sunken riches
at the bottom of the pool

like glittering gems
left in their wake
coloring books and funny papers
ruffle in the morning breezes

a tear sparkles
as she takes my hand
surveys her kingdom
and cherishes her treasures

 

[4degrees]

19-7

time runs thinner
chasing after more
impossibilites
nothing to prove
but for one deep down drive
to have you by my side
three minutes and under,
i state my case again
see me ramble through
the same day
and day again
take me up
you won't regret it
my friend.

 

[Safe_Bet]

1 - 30

A kitten
cuddled in my lap
mirrors my present.
Like my life,
it both purrs
and has nails.
It also reflects
all that will come.
I will soon be ignored,
as my children
awaken and stretch;
then walk away to find
their own balls of string