30 Poems in 30 Days

[AChild]

4-25

tired but not sleepy

in my mind roll 'roud
vampire dreams

 

[champagne1982]

November 3

Around The Hippodrome

They scamper out into danger,
all that separates fragile
spheres from obliteration
is a set of thick white rectangles
and the hands, thrust up and out,
of invincibility. The charioteers
wait, impatient to begin,
all two hundred horses echoing
their snorts from the vertical
faces blocking their way
past the oblivious and trustful
flesh and into freedom
only speed brings.

 

[alphe1]

1-27

Fourth letter man
Spin
D’bomb bottle
You still 'round dawn?
Smoothest words I’d ever tasted
Coming into my eyes
Full throttle
Dripping white ink
Could see it better print wise
If in black
Leather
Chapsters…binding what size?
Have you any
Left to write?

Skim milk double shots
Whenever I was troubled lots
Warmed just right
Tested by
Dipped finger
And followed with
Telling tales that still linger
Dark or bright of
Bunnies and hares
And triple threats of fright
So I could rest well and
Hopefully have quiet knights
All tucked in
Eyes closed light
Story is
‘Butterfly kisses on dragons wings’ tonight

 

[AChild]

4-26

one must have the mind of a match
and be ready to scratch and burn
to be so compact with powder for so long
and just explode with the movement of hands

Tired

kick ass for the dulling of mine
the mind is sharper than your cheese
spacing out the basic press
telling lies the flowers

the blood is not coming
only dust fields
they don't know about veins
do they?

the railroad of my heart
chuggin the grand central
bring the body with it kind of
party love

 

[champagne1982]

November 4

Bide your time for success is near naked in bed

Stay, a mantra of begging blown soft in your ear
as clothes drop sussurant whispers on the floor
the power tie around bound wrists
Armani cuffs loose and rolled against elbows
as a Gucci belt slaps thighs once free
from elegant slacks and marked as won
While measured in flesh once night
takes over, only marred by panties.
Bide here with me, your time has come
for success is near naked, in bed.

 

[AChild]

4-27

dark at the market
speaking cane
people can't hear
the wind is in their ears

rolling up my tent
the radio spilling results from the polls

on the way home
a concession speech

is it a new world tomorrow?
"only if the newness starts with me"
that's what you have to say to the mirror

 

[champagne1982]

November 5

Maybe Now

I have a dream,
echoed across the square
as a pleased ghost stepped on stage
and whispered into hearts, of hope
and dreams fulfilled.

Yes I can,
as proud and defiant
as any other on the Earth
for once again the world
cloaks itself in America.

Once I stood and wept
as my neighbour gasped
despair and wounds bled
onto streets washed red
with hearts' blood.

Once more I stand
beside my friends
weeping for better
cause, for pride,

for hope; in expectation
that now peace and equality
are more than just sounds
dripped out of rhetoric;
now a possible reality.

 

[AChild]

4-28

nothing special just a robo call

"dream merchant
lay in the clouds
stay splurgin'"

mighty healthy

"wooly head
eye fiery read
feet made of brass
twelve men following him
it be the god
staff move"

the dream aint what they used to be
used to me of greatness
the tools behind me tuning
feeling cheap like the sun
is tin toys in the morning light
not mourning might
but soaring sight
meeting expectation
without exploring hype

stranscription edition
omisient prescribtion
would spell check but too damn cold
Bukowski bird on my shoulder
croak the new score
fuck it

 

[champagne1982]

November 6

Forbidden Salad

Down aisle three in view
of smock clad
melons fondled; full, round
and tapped with long, English
cucumbers. The onion
brings tears and the tomato
flushes red in mystery
against the peppers, hot
crisp and delighted
as salad cream drenches
slick skin and stings potato eyes.

I promise to revisit this title. For some reason I can't seem to find the poetry today.

 

[AChild]

4-29

smoke without flame

feel magic
that real imagination
recess rules
funneling truth through
the water drops that
christmas tree spider webs

running
muscle burn is just a tickle
to let your smile go loose

fear is not divisible
but neither is belief

 

[champagne1982]

November 7

It is still one hour to a new day in this town that finds itself, quite often, just to the left of centre...

Strength

Strength can't be measured purely in diameter
of arms that pull me close or in the tenacious
grasp that keeps me here. It's more enduring
than the solidity of bicep flexed around shoulders
stooped to the burden of always being held.
Let me go and I will show you the thread
bound around my soul, how it spins outward
from my heart and loops around family, duty
and devotion to a moral purpose far beyond mere want.
It's tightly strung these days my darling,
were it not for its inherent strength
it would snap and I would be a different person
than this one you love, would you still love me?

 

[AChild]

4-30

This one's late

I had a memorial to go to
and I did better than posting a poem
I read a poem for my great uncle Welvin "Dust" Stroud

he was a man that was great in every sense of the world
he was an author of three books
two poetry
and the other was a tour of San Fransisco

I got a round of applause
when I was done
people I didn't even know
told me it was a great poem

my Uncle had a sense of people
and words that inspires me still
I am going to follow in his foot steps
the long strides will be a good work out
-----------
cried out

stories
friends, neighbors, family
Dust touched like pollen kissed
blooming through to his home path
he leaves a window not as social
but has a heart that is just a golden
with shine and warmth
with out the coldness of metal

I hope she doesn't drift away
with out her buddy
I hope I don't drift away from her
with out my Uncle

tight hugs
don't leave without saying goodbye
mother crying on my shoulder
she is usually other peoples rock

water bleeds out my right eye
my portals look a fawn pond
shaking to take a drink
of life
this is part of the cycle
good bye

 

[champagne1982]

November 8

Admonishment

Harmony can be bought at a price,
If it cost a pair of lips to gluteal flesh,
So be it.
Sometimes, fun can be woven into paddles;
Yet the sting remains to remind.

Forget the estimation of the crowd,
Instead, keep perspective
To the front and always in view.
Silliness rules the day.

 

[champagne1982]

November 9

Just Dance

Dance with me, lover, this song
reminds me of a slow roll
on top of the sheets.

Take me home and make it happen
but not until we dance
a turn around the floor
to this sensual beat.

Push your pelvis forward
and show me evidence
that I won't have time to undo
my blouse or drop my skirt.

Don't tease me when we get home
just do that slow roll dance
on top of the sheets.

 

[champagne1982]

November 10

On House Plants

My ficus hates fall
an equatorial foliage
that has become northern
in nature
It drops leaves
onto a carpet
but not of grass nor soil
It's just not bright
enough in that eastern
window and I have no room
to set it on the sill
in the south
Poor thing
soon it will be near bald

 

[Remec]

3-1 Missed

She was on the phone,
again, when I checked for
messages that I had missed
while out taking care of
this and that. Hearing her

reminded me that I still
could feel the warmth of
her body against mine, how
it buffered me from the night
air. I barely needed a blanket

even now, with half the bed
empty and cold. I had to replay
it, working my way through all
five senses--how her hair smelled
of lemons, but her skin was

salt and sweat and made my
stomach growl to breathe in;
the way my fingers would itch
when they'd been too long
from caressing their way up

inside her; and how I always knew
it was her cough even in the very
back of a darkened house full of
laughter and applause. I replayed
it once more to see if anything had

changed, but it was just the same
as every other time I'd missed her.
"I want to come home. Please."
I would understand it more if this
was still her home, but it's not.
-----

 

[champagne1982]

November 11

Remembrance

I spent some time remembering
faces lined with weary fear
and fatigue highlighted in mud
thousands stood to face dark
blood and death a welcome sleep
and not grow old in peace
but live short days beneath
artillery flashes and smoke
laden clouds of weapons silenced
now in surrender and sorrow.
I didn't know those faces
although I saw them on parade in salute
to the fallen the gone but not forgotten.
I will remember, je me souviens.

 

[Under_Sun]

oh my god I am so sorry, I just posted this in the wrong 30-30 thread!

I am an idiot, my apologies

 

[AChild]

5-1

since you made the promise now you got to bite the apple.
----------
tossing off

forget the taste of teeth
metal wisdom
in the back mouth
clash like battery love
9v

I'm going mad the mercury
showing me it's moons
drinking black smith tea

words spark
when I speak magic
lies set the tongue aflame
either way

burnin' burnin'

full reflect crater lady
in the shine heating
bellies yellow milk
----------
saint to altars
nothing alters mind
like the ripple of new
wisdom going down like
rot gut whiskey
killing presets
pulling up new houses
so the water can go around

 

[Remec]

3-2

whispered pleas echo
inside my head as
we release all our
tensions and I lay
amid the slick heat
between us, listening
to us breathe.
-----

 

[champagne1982]

November 12

Switched On

Light refraction against my retina
to glint precious existence
into my brain.

I never knew the value
you held in shiny check until the switch
thrown on allows you to surge
forward in plasma power
so that I can see.

 

[AChild]

5-2

Wine

Better with age
Better with page
I keep my eyes on the sky
cause I'm better amazed
the dreams that I have are viewed better with praise
wise lined, cane assist, head full of greys
I'm not countin on progression because to count
is to change
if I can count the difference
then I'm on a new stage

Never mind the desired direction
the difference is in the lesson
I only lessen when I fail to add
practice to perfection

Not stopping for depression
instead move to capture mood
face up in hell storm use bruise
to sharpen hues
on my last bed
better win or lose
better hope
better skills
better hills
better paths to glory
if all the goals aren't meet
I won't fell ill or sorely
I'm better than I started
enriched with a
better story

 

[Remec]

3-3

Plummeting feathered
omen, struck the unguarded
cereal bowl
.....~so much for regularity
-----

 

[champagne1982]

November 13

First Snow, With Dog

Glorious cold inside fur
ruffed up against the cold
and roll in clean snow
a dry shampoo that loosens
final vestiges of summer guard
hairs making way for warmer fleece.

Roll and squirm with spine
along the snowy grass
the birch shed leaves to slide
against as the autumn imparts
its scent on puppy skin
ready to face the winter.

 

[AChild]

5-3

early bird

move soul out of worm
living skin protector
shed after a blissful moment
on the rim of the trash can
for the maid to
find