30 Poems in 30 Days

[alphe1]

probably won't be here tommorrow so I'll post this now...

1-9


Wish I didn’t have
a heart
Couldn’t the be lead by
it’s bloody
beating… turning…boiling
with that thumping pound
in my ears
would I be better
off without it?
it’s failing me now
Doc says
too late for a transplant
probably shouldn’t have
a plastic ticker
in me
anyways
but then death...

 

[AChild]

4-11

the sun is drunk on me

in the cool morning
the wind still doing it's
midnight dance
moving the skirts of
wind chimes

ting-a-linging like the smell
of a lucky finger

wishing for smoke
as the rays rise the temp
casting early shadow's on
the still wet grass

coffee grounds
in the wake of moving life
I stick to yellow milk,
the fire root, jengibre

raise a hand
interlock your fingers with the
sun and fly
on a high of morning

 

[hmmnmm]

1-28

We
primitives
do so love
amusements’ color plays and costumes yet
abhor accusations of idleness
since prior centuries' toils willed
grand springs extra hours
for the sake of
seeking amusements.

Stubborn soil, slate sky sobriety uprooted forests
built worship boxes founded academic habits
for institutional consciousness where
perverts attired priestly hammer
subliminal cocks and fill young
bods’ crowned with freedom’s visual
appeal, but truthfully their best
potency possessed and
possesses rancorous
gravy’s consistency.

Idleness
and idle perps
give no amusements no color
wear no costumes.

Because to dominate and clear away anything too complicated
or strange for a simple understanding with enough to do to
put up houses and render wild turkeys for sustenance;
prepare ground to insert seed to grow into crops salable
and edible mattered most and still matters most
and which idle daydreams cannot accomplish
which understanding prevents appreciation
for the mind able to control the body
the dream that can shift to idle
incessant vibrations spread
viral transmits, only
harmful if a body it
touches has not been
made immune.

Amusement
employs happily
hard workers.
Idleness
is an
ill-favored relation
clumsily trampling communal
amusement flowerbed labors.

Amusement
means activity outdoors,
man against nature (how so!) functional
role performances, ingenuity
assemblies, profit exhibitions
where was bare sand and swamp.

 

[AChild]

4-12

loser

too much bad paper
flyers, junk mail,
old magazines
all keep me from
being organized
from naming my poems

 

[alphe1]

1-10 (still not too sure of the numbering system here)


Top of the morning
Tip of the wine
Pie in the oven
Do you care to dine?
A la mode for you
Just plain is fine for me
Sorry for last night
Was too punch drunk it seems
Hope with sating sweet tooth
You’ll be forgiving me
Tell me would you
Like a slice?
Or maybe coffee/tea?
Couple cubes of sugar
And a drop of cream?
Anyway you take it
Is alright with me
So long as you have a seat
I’ll serve it as you please

 

[hmmnmm]

1-29

Station
mirrors. Hidden
cameras. Backsides.
Nosepickers, lipsmackers.
Hustlers, latebloomers, embraces,
magazines: titties, tattoos, choppers,
bulls bears
hoops dope. Snakeskin
toes, painted hot candy
red, anklet, sheer sheer sheer...
short short short... skirt, crotchless,
olfactory meltdown. Certain snatch,
long leg highstepping, mount, aboard,
squeeze, pack it, pack it, everybody
seeing, everybody horny,
everybody knowing she
carries a snatch, a young
damn sweet snatch, because
her features are
not yet drawn
downward.
They will be.
She will be, be
downtown, going down,
selling.
Station mirror
lookout, eight hour shift,
see her each day, watch her deteriorate,
quicker than the accented immigrant
since 1987.

 

[AChild]

4-13

anxious at the tea house

bowls bloom
flowers speak
of senses
but I don't know that tongue

mismatched magic
like I'm listening at the door
feeling heat from the key hole

monkey trained monks to pick tea
or maybe backward
a million combinations
weighing down on me like leagues of seaweed

at the bottom of the pot
tongue tip and cock speak of water
cycles complete
bubbles tell the story of a natural war
filling till the atmosphere

 

[hmmnmm]

1-30

People at tables
are looking this way.
Attracted to
inquisition’s leggy sustain.
So tables near are hushing,
and people
are looking this way.

Defensive comeuppance
must curry hatred
but beneath cloths
rebels amass mobs.
Spearhead charger
blunt and blind,
sees none hushing
looking this way.

 

[alphe1]

1-11

Immersed in my fall
Cleaning
To ready for the snow
Found a souvenir from you
From times that were aglow
Oh… that trip to Paris
How I waited all my life
And you were right
There with me
Walking under Parisian lights
Looking at it seems such torcher
Eiffel tower on plastic base
Should I keep it?
Hold a piece of you
Or sell it at the five and dime?
Don’t replace it… just erase
For now I sit and cry
Remaining lost in this place
Sentimental value
Or get a buck or two
Wish I could just call you
But you said forever
We were through
And I know you sold my stuff
After I moved away
Found some at the pawn store
Just the other day

 

[alphe1]

1-11b

You know how hard it is
To keep things with pain
I know you must have loved so much
Couldn’t keep it and refrain
Since I’ve lost you
Don’t know what’s real
What’s worth keeping
Scared of what I’ll feel
The thoughts of how we parted
Seemed hatred in your eyes
Maybe mine just full of tears
Salt water over
Sands of time
Superficial crap
Just collecting dust?
No...today I found a treasure
Won’t let it go to rust
Wish the winds would sweep you
Clear to me
And clean the slate
Of lost love and lust
and bring to me your darling face
How I yearn for that tender embrace
Things of my past you’ve brought to rest
Simply laid down in a chest
Things I thought were gone and mine
Was something so common
That anyone could have that find
But what was real you still keep safe
No words don’t mean
You won’t erase
Still wish you’d speak
So I’d know what to do
You know how lost I am without you

 

[AChild]

4-14

raising the bar

beer in my pocket
holstered, fresh
I take a sip to calm my screaming voice
as the room swells up
the girl I wanted gets lost in her bottle
the girl I wanted gets buried in the crush

 

[alphe1]

1-12

Threads and spinning wheels
Tapestry in time
Numbers of stings
Make on of a kind
Pieces strung together
One by one
Unable to fathom
How many it would take
To cover the world
With none to forsake
Weavers of old
So patiently produce
Garments and cloths
With beauty and use
One by one
They get it done
So no ones left cold
Or without
What they need
Spinning like gold
Their loom is the key

 

[AChild]

4-15

drifting, dreamin' in an azure mood

down the river in a guitar
the maiden lets air snake through
her voice box, sax purple

clear water makes for twin
star light
moon so glow
the clouds phase fire fly

toe wet to tease a ripple
tasting sleep

 

[alphe1]

1-13

seasons blew in
a renewed sense
unreleased with
last cycle back

drinking stones with
mud black waters
never made clear ground
ignorant past surface

sunk knee deep
breathing seeds
with planned protrusion
only after winters pass

never a moment
did they realise
while lying dormant
enclosed in pod shells

an aroused purpose
instinctively sensing
suns waking call
softened saline water
to season fresh life

 

[alphe1]

1-14

late afternoon summer air
redolent with scents
under heat waves stride
infused soil and blacktop
scorching pads of domestic
dog and cat
yearning for a lap
of cool water

 

[alphe1]

1-15

(can't be here tommorrow to post so...)


Half hearing sounds
Ringing in right ear
While cooking dinner
Delicious garlic melodies
Wafting their savoury dance
Nourish the senses
And replenish the body
With infused movement
Base taste on my palate
Placing divine flavour

 

[AChild]

4-16

lets make poetry

in the dark
with the door closed
to new music

"can I hump you while you try to
write the poem?"

kisses magnet to the
softest places

things get dangerous
for electronics
I let my fingers slip
------------

 

[AChild]

4-17

No service
the literotica phone was busy
-----------------
trying too hard at the alter
alter author, author alter

cracked temple
raining down chucks of
sacred statues

electric hand
down with out
a cloud
ghosting stain glass back
to dust

what war ship worship
fool enough to think
learned
each certainty puts another
nail in eye lid

who needs to look upon a known word?

a building is just pride anyway
unless its a home

 

[AChild]

4-18

dust going down

today dust went down
we'd knew it would happen
his name was dust after all

but
no one could smile more
and fill your life with something real

he would pick his words in prounication
spitting and chewing at the same time
turning the pitch till the sides of his
mouth went up and pointed to the joy
in his eyes

my uncle dust died today
he is loved and remembered
as a teacher, poet, and father
a thinker, a story teller, a question asker

he's gone and I love him
goodbye

 

[alphe1]

1-16

Saline beats
paper to pulp and
waters down letters
of contrived words…
soaked with sob to oblivion.
But the reality is
they were meant to be
heard and not read
anyways.

 

[AChild]

4-19

empty belly
fulls my head

temples on balloon
above the city
above the misconceptions
of flesh

lost objectivity,
don't know which ones are poetry
anymore spent all night
looking at a half eaten donut
in the piss ridden hallways of the city
lost in the long grass
it could almost be another
rabbit hole
it scared me so much because
the bums were so down they
couldn't even rise to rob me
------------
last chance

the last dance never
tell its name
in the dark we all fear the final music
I'm waiting legs a lotus
to hear it

 

[alphe1]

1-17

Last (or first?) day of the week
with morning chill greeting my cheek
it beckons to stay wrapped round
the indulging feathers…
the encased down.
My sleepy head is given
to this notion for the moment
as sun rays raising humbly call
an inevitable day to face
saying to mind wake up
but heat hasn't clicked on yet
so I press snooze again.

 

[AChild]

4-20

Hah
----------
just because the air is grey
don't make for a sad day

altered my tea treat
gone bad in the blink
of an eye

keys locked in plain sight
but so far away

parking lot attendance
hassle me over the bricks in my
pocket
tell me to put it back in the building

"never seen anyone open a car door
with a lighter, plank of wood, and a coat hanger."

I've made bong out of less
and if I had any money don't you
think AAA would be here by now

an hour later on the catch
my brow is drippin' bullet
lubing up my metal tools

when I get that lock
everyone looks around
I'm my own hero

driving my car like it was brand new

 

[alphe1]

1-18

O so well
I feel today
Won’t you
My friend
Come out
To play?
Much too soon
30’s to come
Throw party
For me
Under the sun
Stunning the truth
In midnight
Daylight
Fluorescent rays fade
Away from eyesight
Wrinkles and greys
The inevitable might
But this lights not really
All that bright
Good! They can’t see
Past toes or my woes
Invite my friends
Or invite you foes
That round the streets
With bends and ends
To where it is
To what it lends
It leads to lands that’s watered soaked
And through there it’s
Rainbow has cloaked
Misting through
Leading to gold?
Away you shoo?
You silly beau
Your doors I knock!
‘cause
Lately I knew
That they’ve all been locked…so
What’s new?
This much I glean
What does it mean?
Mysterious riches find so few
I come ‘round the block
For round number _?
And why does one
Not follow a two?
*thinking* what rhymes with 2?
poo?shoe?lue?loo?hue?moo?rue?woo?
never mind…

After a brawl
Or after a kiss
Tell me of what
I might have missed
Is everything good?
Really ok?
In this drama
This unfolding play.
Scrolling the pages
Today’s _____.ca news
So many people
So many views
Asking the questions
Filling with q’s
Talking like they
Are wise,
Knowing views.
But can you decipher
What lies in their heart?
What in the world
Sets them apart
From those “in the know”
Who can I trust?
Smell of the skin
Is such a must
To find absolute
Truths of love
And of how to live
Funny how
Pheromones
Tingle they give
Away some proof
Drift some my way
So I’m not aloof
Or alone to lay
Before we kiss
Before we touch
I must be off
I love you much
A virgin?
HA!
I’m sure to stay
Because I’m so very far
Away…ahhhh
But somehow my dear
Your thoughts
Pull me back to
Last nights endless year
Gives such a burning
Heart attack
The wrong place to look
The wrong way to act
You, yes you
I trust …that’s fact.
I’m with you now
And you nothing lack
But oh so tired
I’m hitting the sac
Nevermore? No evermore
Not to expire
My crown of grey
Do you admire?
Please open the door
And do not frown
In my birthday suit
With wine I drown
Do I stand a whore
To be? Or
Not
Remains the lore

…one more shot

What hasn’t been
Or what’s meant to be
These flowers of love
Bending blows seize
Like wind in the hair
Of convertibles breeze
Hope of life’s eternal
I take with no ease
Heaven on earth
I yearn to breath air
But you know it’s just
Not always that fair
Fire spits through infernal
And I’ve walked without care
Unknowing internal
And who knows whom to trust?
A corn or kernel
What comes first?
Love or lust?
Text me referal

“Only God has the answers…”

The Son that he bared
His name which I’ve marred
Regret and repent
Pain leaves many scars
Besides all our banter
We all can be spared
We all cause such grief
We all do with err
His birth brings relief
His way is of care
For it shows of the only
“All” that there is
Sorry I’m drunk
Not really all there
‘scuze me for a wiz
Powder room to fix hair
And sorry some more
I can’t be more brief
Muscles get sore
Exercise comforts thief
But almost I’m done
Don’t be afraid
Won’t you
My friend now
On my birthday day
Please oh please
Come out
To play?
My age now
Don’t you tease
This way
Or it’s pinch of the cheek
And skin of the knee-
A straw for your horse
And hay!
Stamen needle for bee

 

[AChild]

4-21

sleep and the grey time

listening for the sound between
the ticks
raining down between
my secret spot
arms full of peace

no one can see me unless I smile