30 Poems in 30 Days

[LadynStFreknBed]

2-20

Alexander

Warrior dancing to imagination’s waltz
Sensitive and cunning, a formidable pair,
can foster achievement or devastating faults.

Little king, prophetically called “Baby Bear,”
demonstrates primordial talent and reason,
sensitive and cunning, a formidable pair.

Mad defender of the wronged, stranger to treason,
your notice of otherwise ignored perspectives
demonstrates primordial talent and reason.

A soldier eager to follow my directives
as I challenge you with brush in hand to express
your notice of otherwise ignored perspectives.

Don’t let self-doubt or harsh words limit your progress.
Tap into the philosophical fire within
as I challenge you with brush in hand to express.
May you always show your artwork with that proud grin.

 

[Remec]

2-13 Lazy Afternoon

Toss the stone,
count it out
.....one
...number
......at
.......a
.....time

Trying to not
pick up the
rhythm of the
ropes

Cinderella,
Dressed in yella....

Or the singsong
drifting across from
infield and out as they
Hey Batter, Hey Batter
wait for
batterbatterbatterbatter
the pitch
SWING!

But staying small, ignoring
everything but the hopping,
not even the ball bouncing
before the stoop as the
other girls work their
way up to tensies.
-----

 

[4degrees]

19-13

lucky ninteen thirteen
a neighboring blackish gothica
trickles down, makes legs wet
and squishes inside boots
wear your hat and dance some
pray fitfull ways of demonstration
the phobia list is longer
and my latin is poorer
choke on me more, for
you'll never get enough.

 

[AChild]

3-1

I'm
sorry
but

SMOKE

I don't blame the internet
because steady connection
wasn't a requirement

dedication, thats it
can't pick between tired and weak
but what ever it is
it can't make me sorry

as a child if I said that word
my mother would laugh and say
"I know"
-----------------
I'm thinking I could find a guy
just like me but he'll want to have kids
I'd befriend him and make them fall in love
like a bad movie
that way I'd know she'll get everything she ever wanted
----------------
At my wish
my mother's
brain replaced for a robots
"Rommy" my robot mommy
doesn't hug or give kisses
but is prompt with the lending of money
cooking of meals
and reads stories in a space drama
high pitch

only tears and aplogizes
could break the spell

maybe she conned me
but then I remember
the way she looked at
me like I was a stranger

 

[Remec]

2-14 Gameday

The game is on today,
but I don't know
who or what to
expect to be. Will

the day call for a
frosty axe and the
gnashing teeth of
a well-ridden wolf,

or will there be need
of healing and the
quiet, sudden death
brought by elven bow?

Or will it be something I
did not think of offhand?
Who knows? But I have
dice and figures and all

the characters are ready
for whatever fate, luck,
and whimsy may decide.
And so am I.
-----

 

[WickedEve]

1-7

society (working title)


My Dear Zombie,
eat my brain,
with no restraint. The savor
is passe in this somewhat life.
Be God's avant-garde, mindless, forward-motion,
matter-gorging machine

and ravage my grey.
If you spit distasteful bits
(can you distinguish an unpalatable mind?)
please understand, I never
claimed to be gourmet.

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

2-21

Refracted

Dust commenced upon my goals refracted.
Pause abrupt by trauma; self refracted.

Oils, in motive pure, provoke creation.
Art expressed the light of hope refracted.

Loving touches dance along my psyche
test the hardened heart and trust refracted.

Fed addiction swells, compels my pen’s flow,
forming written words of screams refracted.

Bible set. Ancestral, Christian veil worn.
Lady/ freak entwined. The role refracted.

 

[hmmnmm]

Rock Star

1- 1


I think it was
who I thought it was
though I won’t say
it is certain.
Someone else? Possible.
Someone who
wanted to be
a rock star.

Wanted and believed
so bad he learned
to write like
the real one.

A famously
distinctive
signature P
easy enough
to practice, copy, pass
off, fool
the unknowing.
It is possible.

But he said his
name was Pat.

If he was someone
(in a tribute band?)
who wanted
to believe
or wanted
others to believe he
was the real rock star,
why did he not
say his name was
the known name, Paul?

He did not sign
a full name. He
only put initials:
one P
one S.
And the star.
And before I saw, so
I might ask,
he was gone.

Did he not suspect
When I was
a teen man
I was a big fan?
That he, his band
inspired ways
I thereafter went?
But if I’d been
such a fan I’d have
recognized him? Right?
Except I was more
a fan when they
wore the makeup,
veered elsewhere
when they took
off the makeup.

The words he wrote in my
book that night
encouraged. Big time.
The signature. Those initials.
Could it be? No! Couldn’t be.

The years went along,
beard grayed,
paunch appeared,
vocal cords mellowed
never learned more,
forgot that night.

Until this summer.

Rummaging, reminiscing,
I found that old book
There: the page, lower
corner where
he wrote the note
and signed
P and S
and a star.
Twenty years ago
nearly.

The damn mystery,
newly alive, never gone
only dormant
winterized
and I am not
desperate,
sweaty
hungry
as then.

Now the internet makes
an autograph easy to find:
on guitars,
on picks,
on posters…
some are forgeries.

A handful of handwritten notes
I compare
see similarities,
probables, maybes
but no certainties.
an impartial jury:
their verdict would be...?
juries are often wrong

What reasons
would there be
that the he who stood
on that grimy sidewalk,
the he who listened
was only an imposter
who forgot
he was not
the real rock star.

I think it was the real one.
Can’t be certain. Won't say.
It is tempting to choose belief
in what is not certain
but what if
I believe too long
and one cruel day
learn it was wrong?

If it
was
who I
thought and think
if I
could know,
if I
could ask
Was that you?

If so I'd
be no bothersome pest.
Only wish the best and say
thank you
super cool to do that on that
late August night
I'm ashamed to say
the dream lost its way
though I yet breathe and walk
and I have the book
and those starry words

 

[AChild]

3-2

missing love

alone to think
don't let those thoughts
through the door
beer is my bodyguard

 

[4degrees]

19-14

she said something
speaking of a happiness
finding joy in the tilt-a-whirl
if only carnival rides
were found on every corner
the tame rides alone
while i watch on
out a smeared pane
my breath thick and fogging
obstructing my view
as i peel the burnt epidermus
off a bone, loving the sticky
rips and finding joy
in this pain

 

[hmmnmm]

????

1-2

Irrational
apprehension
output phobic
obstacles so-said
thistly detour
contoured slope, gulches
where slouched slackers
are hourly strangled

mica dunce cap glitter,
minced effort prized;
mediocre coke appraised
as dear and tattle you dare
to who? What sane ump will
advance advantageous ruling?
May as well whore on all turns.

 

[WickedEve]

1-8

I am god-Woman, steeping
Longjing leaves,
human tea. China cup is Earth

for living green. Life swallowed
is cruel,
sustaining perk.

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

2-22

In Sweetness

Broken heart with pain avoided, scorn in sweetness
Tears unanswered, lonely soul forlorn in sweetness

Dark-skinned man from country far with lightning smileshine
Here today, then gone tomorrow, thorn in sweetness

Sticky cling of layer, thinly sugar-coated
Void of solid substance, self adorn in sweetness

Love of souls connected grows beyond an image
All-accepting love, ideal born in sweetness

Gentle nature masks aggressive, sexy prowess
Freak within this Lady models porn in sweetness

 

[Remec]

2-15

It's not the
way she smiled like
I was there to be
the worm to her
early bird, or even
the retro Eighties
thrift store wardrobe
she seemed to have
pieced together from
watching reruns of
Project Runway, it
was something else
entirely that had me
racking my brain for
the fastest way out.
Pom poms.
A pair like that, I'd
never come across,
although I knew I would
if I hadn't left right
then and there.
-----


(amazing what strikes one's
fancy going through the threads, eh?
)

 

[hmmnmm]

1-3

Rebel Wheel (?)



The answer is obvious from me
to you, except it is you in
the question. Easy for me from
distant safety, to say what I
would do in your shoes, and so you should
do. From a throne I may enact my
view I expect you to follow. Maybe
I was you, and forgot. You shouldn’t
listen. You won’t. And like me, you’ll
wish you had and tell the next what I tell
you. Nature’s symbiosis really.

 

[4degrees]

19-15

suck another monster
my perfect drug
and recall a perfect poem
i still wish was mine
something about disease
and its perfection, and the
unwanted cure that
never comes
called symbiot
it feels like eight furry legs
creeping up my inner thigh...

 

[bluerains]

I had to do this one....

I am god-Woman, steeping
Longjing leaves,
human tea. China cup is Earth

for living green. Life swallowed
is cruel,
sustaining perk.

a buddha babe sips
green earth leaves
she becomes like hot coffee in a can
energy contained....

 

[AChild]

3-3

full of it

the sore thumbs of yesterday
are the rusty brass door nobs
of tomorrow

no more pick up tools
no more doorways

cracking scared
the vision eclipse
my humanity in other's
demise

that's why the end is
so sad its selfish really,
they can't die because
they haven't seen you
shine a sun

dreaming of the doorways
the last on leading to
the dreams like the tongues
of bees leading your
nectar to the remix that
makes you sleepy

gods pass thru
dreams, a lobby
to other worlds
leaving jewels of the
truth

planes of reflection
can only play and break off
your experiances

mind eye revolves around
the facets fishing for a pattern

 

[WickedEve]

1-9

Leland Dove,
my behemoth love,
come to eventide window.
Fetch yourself here,

before old moon slices
my pane. Fingertip your verses
in reverse. I will read,
until you block the light.



(I may turn this one into a terzanelle, so don't be surprised if you see a Leland Dove Terzanelle posted on another day. )

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

2-23

Inner Demon Common

Black, particle-cloud shroud,
as my heart steels,
wafts and reveals
the demon standing proud.

In this age, evil towers-
fear reigns supreme
with terror’s scream
as dark forces wield powers

Spark showers as steel strikes rock
left compromised,
even despised-
a foundation subjects mock

Heavy dust of gold growth decline
found in soul search
left in a lurch
as mirror shows ominous sign.

 

[hmmnmm]

1-4

Shoreline


Waves came fast
crashed quiet
(silent wake),
barnacle
stubbles drip dry.

Sneaker laces
to eyes tread,
tethered. Surf
lips eat flaccid
kelp and a
rusted warped
out-of-state
license plate.
Bubbles drum.

 

[Remec]

2-16 Our Love

It seems we must talk about our love,
and what would happen without our love.

Again and again, at least, to me; it's
a constant refrain throughout our love.

But communication has never been
easy. Can it be we have worn out our love?

I would never imagine that we could
do that. Not would I sell out our love.

They say that Remec can be fickle, but
I honestly could not flout our love.
-----


(from the Ghazal thread)

 

[4degrees]

19-16

like still water,
the mirror reflects
the horror
dead bodies in
movies, floating ashore
lines like a map
across my forehead, as
i squeeze my eyes tight
jerking to the image
of a killer before me.
but there is only me
and my wild imagination
for halloween i'll be
Wednesday 13, and
find a Jason or a Michael
to suck off.
maybe both, maybe even Freddie-
i'm ready to smell the smell
of hollywood death.

 

[AChild]

3-4

hard act to follow.
--------------------
"slay beats, verbal boss
wu-tang holocaust
fuck around and leave you
with a mouth full of murder sauce."

don't believe in shades
eyes develop tint
peeling on a river of gold
headed toward the rise
of color's rage

the music spilling out on
the freeway aint for me

it's a funeral thump
for the roadkill cornucopia

people know me by
the chorus that doesn't
have a beat and isn't
singing hooks

it's simply another expression
of climax, as the voices
reach crescendo

driving with the road as my dance floor

"hey goomba,
I love the way you dance rumba
take my advice pizano, learn how to mambo
if you gonna be a square you aint gonna go no where."

 

[hmmnmm]

1-5

Notes from a Train Trip

A train window seat presents obvious
joys, you can look at landscape and not
at stupid movies (like the buses and planes make you).
Or you can close the blinds, doze, or simply fantasize.

A train window seat presents one disadvantage
if another is next to you; this disadvantage
becomes an advantage if you have an aisle seat.
For the stage from Dallas I had the aisle seat.

It seemed my fellow traveler, Leon, had traveled
by train frequently, thus the concept of being
able to get up and move about was no new
concept for him, for my fellow traveler, Leon.

It was however, a new concept for me.
It was the sort of joy I would forget, from habit.
I would suddenly remember and the joyous
innerness made me just have to get up and wander
up and down the train, not feeling so upset
at not being able to remember just which way
or which car led to the smoking area;
happy ease, luxury leeway, no time, nor hurry
in the transfiguration to Known from Unknown.

Such an activity as arising from the seat
and wandering up and down the train was no problem
when I had the aisle seat. When the seats were turned
and I found myself miraculously blessed with
a train window seat, I realized for the good of
community sacrifice I ought to consciously budget
instances I would arise and the length of time
I would be gone wandering up and down the train.

Leon kept insisting it was no problem but
I think he meant to remain sociably polite.