30 Poems in 30 Days

[hmmnmm]

2-1

This volatile document remains in our vaults.
I deem secrecy necessity
irrevocable policy, indeed concretely so. I do
quite appreciate your sincere-born intent.

The speaker, an antiquity curator
beamed optic windows owlishly stern

the creature feminine the curator's boldness eyed
reminded him the beauty
idealist anger bestowed;

for
she could not know the curator’s love
of
soft sex possessors who sassed.

 

[alphe1]

1-19

Nuts and bolts
With a few loose screws
Roll round on the floor
With yesterdays news
8 track humming
Little bit of static
Found it lying in
Grannys old attic
Metal bits
For putting together
Twisting and turning
Holding things better
Their cold and hard
Useful for much
Bit still need a hand
A helping touch
Before they can be
Used for their purpose
For whatever the user
May be building in surplus
Could be something big and grand
Or could be something
To help his land
Lots of different
Things we need
Crazy like nuts
Are the possibilities

 

[AChild]

4-22

pumkin carving

finding my pumkin in the
dark
orange fruit with
features of my mind carved in

maniacs behind all the doors
rattling

wax spilling down my hand
as I jump from the
Boooooos

 

[alphe1]

1-20

Looking in the bathroom mirror
With its silver flaking back
It shows my reflection
Not quite right
The terror! not in lack
Of my reality… hitting home
And in fright I collapse
I’m all alone
Cause it refuses to let
My youth back
Can your eyes see
Past all the cracks
The whole picture
Like it showed when it was brand
New? Think I can
Reheat the seams to
Renew its life of flawless hue?
Need it to reflect properly
And show no crows feet
Under my eye
The cream I applied to beat
I’m on my knees,
I’m on the floor
Take my all
Won’t you please
I’ll give you more
Open hands and open door
I’ll give you my two
Forever more
Everything for you
Oh baby,
If you only knew
Could you only see
Past this distorted image
In this bathroom mirror
Of my vanity
The real reflection of me I need
Message of instant opportunity
To redeem the young
I feel in my heart
What sets the old with now
Apart?

 

[hmmnmm]

2-2

wrist gears
once greased
for nimble flicks

rust
trails wind

dream
of green
sock(et)s

 

[AChild]

4-19

The Game changer

"What if there were no more niggars
only Master Teachers?"

"I stay woke."

eye fiery red
it is the reflection of the
burning structure
in the eyes of a youth
too young to understand

oppurtunities are expected to
vanish and the hill were all
climbing is fixing to upgrade

wars with no end,
military suicide is up
what do you do with an army of soldiers
that come home to no jobs

planning an end sends fear
into the hearts of some people

they want security

security is a tramp,
holes in the shoes
unsteady on the feet
and like a motion picture
not really there at all

where is the security
in feeding the war machine?

feels like the sun is dying
the more you know the more
scars you see in society

but in this darkness could there be a healing coming?

a cleansing,
from doubt
could there be a new culture
rising that understands
the cause and effect
and won't stand for mistakes of any
kind

no matter the reason

I hope too much

maybe the truth can't be a reality of our world
hopefully the quest for it will be

 

[hmmnmm]

2-3

graven cuckoo of pine
works in a swiss
modular chalet on time

 

[alphe1]

1-21

alleys lit
from second story windows
reflect cobblestone
clacking with footstep
echoes, vibrate eerily round
silhouettes
of voiceless
residents
adorned with damp and dirty
rags…hanging heavy fashion
they boast
the weight of dumpster loans,
casual card board and old news
to keep off most
natures bone chill
when night falls

 

[AChild]

4-20

destroy the reality to set it right
we got too many worlds now a days

in the mix
birds humble people
people give over the talent of
minds to machines

an abstract revolution

forest computer
eat a fruit called information
news in the cell walls of the flesh

read a book as the sun
passes light through leaves
shine dial alters perception of ending

pull up .com thru a root network
pay burrowing rodents for connection fees

send e-mails through a bird song

the heart is the new/old generator
at night the skin sweats light
or the eyes unravel dark

it all depends (deepens?) upon personal philosophy

 

[hmmnmm]

2-4

bleached brains
in fast lanes
hiss
like prissy
devils
gelded
and mimic temple
dog statues trained in ventriloquy
and
echo disdain
for stones
shitting marble roses
on door to door dictionaries.

 

[alphe1]

1-22

walls of mist
in morning air
so thin that
they’re barely there
yet
enough to obscure
the ways
I need to look
to cross
the street….
wish I could
blow it
out of my way

glasses might help too…
but I broke them
and prescription
suffered result
of laundry machine

 

[AChild]

4-21

close to home

hurry up
but spacing did
that cane trick
dancing on a tip toe
leaf leaping off moments
molasses
ferris bueller end game

dun da dun da dun dun
wow chh wow chh wow chh

 

[hmmnmm]

them little pink ones
go so well with dawn,
slide along so smooth
like they do
bald salamanders
ridin' wax turtles



(2-5)

 

[alphe1]

1-23

Bull in a china shop
I may have been
But I never knocked
Over that thing
You claimed
I did
Still…
It lies there
Broken

 

[alphe1]

1-24

(since I have plans tomorrow...I'll post this tonight)

Mom always said
“Don’t take candy from strangers,
could be of insertion
of poisonous dangers”
and I don’t know who to trust this night..
everyone’s dressed to fill with fright
costumes...masks…blood and black
sugar treats and
sticky caramel apple wraps
just stay home tonight I guess
and clean
my place
it’s such a mess!
tomorrow the outside
,I presume a guess,
eggs all smashed
and in trees rest
white t.p. that wave like flags
lanterns-o-squash
sad jacks that've died

 

[AChild]

4-23

lack

in constant conflict
feet hesitate eating next steep or rung
maybe a bit of failure
will bloom my will flower

 

[hmmnmm]

2-6

 

[hmmnmm]

2-7

hmmm... not yet.

 

[alphe1]

1-25

Fruit of
One Core in
Between
Fourteen and fifteen
On the table or floor
Where does it sit?
Or
Does it have a pit?
Can you see it anymore?

 

[hmmnmm]

2-8

Briefest space for optical
access; a
specimen’s ensemble in showoff form fit for
complimentary advantage.

Long limbed leeway to curl
tipsy lemon peel in cocktail
tumbles above and below;
punctual twist, swizzle astir

 

[champagne1982]

November 1

Fall Back to Standard

The trees form a sticklish backdrop
for frolick in the fall blow
green gone yellow and amber flakes
away to make room for soggy snow

until December when chill chisels
out a corner in the shade
so sunlight never touches crystals
hiding by the pine from the shovel blade

scraping a pathway down the street
to springtime tulips and birdsong
abloom in the light warmth, that fresh
from southern climes comes along.

 

[AChild]

4-24

sister may

what wood?

a lone ant

on a porcelin floor

in the dark i know there's more

death not about agression but

alters

 

[champagne1982]

November 2

A Pam By Any Other Name

Oh sweetheart! Don't stop
that sweet roll of your hips
around and down, drawn up
along as if your cunt sips
my shaft in greedy haste...

My God, sweet baby,
keep licking my lips, don't stop.
I can't bear the tension
the thought that I'll drop
off of this cloud...

Cheri, amour, my love.

Wait.

Who in fuck is Sherry?

 

[hmmnmm]

rain-rusted elm leaf
daylight coral encore bow
stage dives gravity






(2-9)

 

[alphe1]

1-26

running
I can’t move my quicksand feet
stopping
I can’t stand in wobbly flats
walking…can baby use a walker?

stepping back
pulled in focus
but the Polaroid still was a bit out of wack
or maybe my greasy fingers smudged the lens
or perhaps if I could just get the right angle I’m sure I could take one
worthy of framing

irresolute and shaken
to the core with(out?) understandings
do realities moments continue
in real time taken?

catching water through the basket
case in point
impossible the possibility
is its dripping on the casket

bring me to the middle of nowhere
and drop me off
now where’s here?
you have a map to spare?
I ask as you speed off
In that car so rare
nice tires too
Wish I would have put on some practical shoes
Red fuck me pumps would have been perfect…right?
and damnit.. my bags are in your trunk!
and they (shoes) were in it along with your number..........grrr
and you’re outta sight

and the party’ll be over
since I’ll be a week
behind …too far off to be considered
fashionably late
wish I could’ve given you some more gas money
so you could deliver me all the way
but I had to pay rent
and now I’m crying to the stars
cause you’re not ‘round to here me vent

since when is being cautious a crime?
new point of personality for me
I know
I don’t wear it as well as
those gas guzzling pumps
that could fuel your spitfire car
cross country and back again