30 Poems in 30 Days

[Remec]

3-4 Wet Street

horizontal rainbow,
blue-black background,
ripples with traffic
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[champagne1982]

November 14

True Love

Use both hands, you said
it would stay stiffer,
pointed in the right direction
and where we do not differ
in opinion, is exactly
what it's for and while
other girls may quarrel,
I don't share my gorgeous smile-
maker with just anyone.
It's mine and only mine
for if it takes two hands to hold
then it belongs to me my fine
and turgid fellow come here
within my arms and press
it firm across the bodice
and starch and iron my new dress.

 

[AChild]

5-4

new dress

she was
baby fat with
plump thighs
her new dress
slipped at the seam
flashing the color of
her inner mystery

 

[champagne1982]

November 15

Turn, Turn

Will is powerless against the wind
fervent wishes are like chaff
blown beyond the heart of the grain.
We can decide where we stand,
but the direction we face
comes from the gusts of autumn.
We reap the harvest and glean
the fields, but cannot stop the moon
or the seasons as we turn.
There is a purpose and a time
to count the blessings in our hands
and dream of those that may have been
maybe today is when we can.

 

[AChild]

5-5

Santa Barbara Fire

sun peeks the clothes
to burn
super charged by
the influence of movie
hell the edge of the world
sulfur and rains of fire
streaching the signal of
destruction out so when
the smoke reached our
perception of the sun it
wasn't just the veil yellow
it was the symbol of pain
squeezing my lung
burning my eyes to tears

 

[champagne1982]

November 16

Cooper's Run

Drift above the feathered wild oats
in joyous bounds race the wind strewn
snow as it streams across the field

Catch tails of standing hay not mown
in fallow pasture land as they whip
against your belly skimming over grain

Then turn in black gleaming lightning
coil and spring along the path blown
smooth by drifted feathers of fresh snow.

 

[AChild]

5-6

manifold

print me up 100 tee-shirts
"I believe in metaphors"
number them with bleach
and a thin paint brush
sell them in open air markets

hunched over, thick glasses
shirt fixed upon easel

because nothing is just what it is
not if you believe in anything at all

every thing spills it self, lends it self
to something else

those who can see things in things
aren't better people
just bigger people,
their world holds more option

 

[champagne1982]

November 17

Hoodoos

Thrust up like some phallic presentation
the hoodoo stands like a mushroom capped
hero pointing up, up and away but gravity
still rules the most fervent want to rise
and gambol with the creek at the feet
of monoliths locked into beds by erosion
and time that wears even the most rigid
down and out to freedom and the wind.

 

[AChild]

5-7

Sleepy
thinking on a third sized door
and what kind of people would use it

sleep people I'd imagine
just right for crawling on the
in side of head watching and collecting
the greatest dreams

storing them in their cheeks like noodles
the sauce a pigment galaxy
greasy with its nebulas transfats

they have the power to take speech
so watch your words
don't curse them lightly for
perverting the happy slumber

 

[champagne1982]

November 18

Happy Birthday, Michael mine.

Time Again(audio at VOX)

To relish the excitement love
brings to the days full
of you who stays inside my heart
and makes my thoughts so full
I run out of room to think
of mundane performances
that keep me in life.

I know of pleasure and joy
brought in simple phrases heard
in your most cultured tones
the pitch and timbre levelled
perfectly to pluck the chords
of my spinal resonance and send
gleeful expectations to my core
but then forget to breathe or see
when you fill me beyond thought.

Keep your gift held out to me
I can't imagine a year
that you're not in or a month
cycled without our minds mated.

A week, a day, time subsiding
beneath the importance of infinity
shared to become much larger
even though we know it is impossible
to love this much -- I do.

 

[the Snood]

For the auditorially challenged...

Hey all-

I happen to be an engineer who knows a thing or three about audio. I captured the audio from vox.com, cleaned it up and you may now surf a normalised version hosted by my notebook from my very own hotel room:

Please do try http://12.184.63.9/time again.wav or http://12.184.63.9/time again.mp3 and enjoy.

This IP should be good through Friday morning; by then, maybe Champie'll have uploaded it to vox.com...

Caveat: I could clean it up only so much, and please do forgive the whistle...

Snood

 

[AChild]

5-8

splinter

piece of world in me
if only I could give a
peace to world

little things harbor making
trace the outline
feel the pain in flow
then cut

"don't forget to wash your hands!"

 

[champagne1982]

November 20

Because this evening found me dining on this yummy stuff, I wrote a poem about it:

Alsacian Savour

Food is more exotic spoken in French
Choucroute Garnie, a case in point;
how else could sour cabbage and sausage
elegantly grace a table laden
with farm food on a cold November evening?

Pommes cuites au four de cannelle
shouldn't make us pause and want Pouilly
Fuissé instead of wholesome beer;
after all pommes do grow on trees
just like every other apple in the world
and Burgundy wine only grows in France.

 

[AChild]

5-10

damn you and your dish

steeped in time
my world the lack of
texture

thirty days,
a liquid diet
and the poet down
thirty stone

a shaper image
less baby in the cheeks
gives prowess to nose

smell the sweat
you got from running
up the stairs,
drown in the scent of
my girlfriends cycle
when she enters the house,
and when anyone bites into fruit
my nostrils throb on the mix of
spit and sugar

tomorrow after I give my blood
the spell will be broken
I will return to the world of the
eating
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Free Market

(this poem has been stolen)

 

[champagne1982]

The real November 20

Annie's Worth

She won't wear a weight of gaudy jewels,
not gold and silver on her skin;
those signal things belong to fools.

Her worth is found hidden within,
measured in love poured from her heart,
not gold and silver on her skin.

Scraps of velvet or lace or satin to start
to show her devotion to truth and her friends,
measured in love poured from her heart

and the unfailing support her strength lends,
so she consents to wear this tangible sign
to show her devotion to truth and her friends.

I want to shower her with everything fine
she's extremely valuable, you see,
so she consents to wear this tangible sign.

Not for Annie precious metal filigree
she won't wear a weight of gaudy jewels
she's extremely valuable, you see,
those signal things belong to fools.

 

[AChild]

5-11

arm dead
from the struggle of
busy work but I'm not done
being marginal

waiting for the test of life
on my throat blood appears
then the head goes flying

free they scream free
and the two head and body
go crashing into the walls

 

[champagne1982]

November 21

Today Sucks

I wander in the mire
lapping at my ankles
each step first sinks
into cold and dark
murkiness that sucks
the soles right off
you as the struggle
to escape turns to frantic
flails at the ephemeral
smudge rather than mere
exploration When at last
broke free to turn
and watch the places
I've been disappear
reminds how desolate
somewheres can be.

 

[AChild]

5-12

beat the clock

heats will stop for truth
in connection to the times
the real word changes
but retains tribal beats

 

[champagne1982]

November 22

Thoughts on a Birthday

November is a good month
for a birthday. Tastes
of autumn and early winter,
depending on latitude,
and your senses.

Wood smoke and snowflakes
both scent the days
that are far too short,
but nature, in over-compensation,
makes these the brightest.

Fresh snow from an infant winter
refracts the light
as if blinding weren't white
enough for November
and freezing is never blue.

I am grateful that Sol
and his evening companions,
Luna and all the stars,
choose to fill the early
fallen night with gorgeous.

 

[AChild]

5-13

witching our

mind meld to the invisible
metaphor preset
pictures are worth a thousand words
but words are pictures that
grow and multiply with adventures

unhappy about the sun breaking fog
what side philosophy caused that?

 

[champagne1982]

November 23, It's lame but I'm recovering...

Champy Falls Under Your Spell

Gather round, I'll tell a tale
of Annie and her boys
who though many aren't really male
introduced her to the joys
of spankings and once all tied up
the rousing orgasms given her by toys.

We showed her where and when to tickle
her pleasure button space
and how joy offered by a large dill pickle
brings light onto her face.

So, when Annie ventures fore from aft
mark the happy grin upon her lips.
She'll reveal her sexuality
in the sway and swing of hips.
A flick of tongue proves that she swallows
in gulps instead of sips.

Now Annie makes the back a comfortable spot
with pillows making cleavage
a corset tied around her curve with knots
of demure smiles. Her coy invitage
means she's got her eyes on you
and now I must attend her and my horniness assuage.

 

[AChild]

5-14

blanking at the page

I don't want to put my fear here
because after that it will be known
writing makes us know
proved it to yourself in your hand
something fill the void
that you confirmed

is there another ink than black
some one write me a blue poem
or a lavender novella

I began to write about my fear and it fizzles
see the truth
sometimes want you can't write explains
everything

change CHANGE CHANGE
life does
and people fear

I am a product of a strong man
heavy with his hands to children
in court "show me on this doll how he choked you"

that is change set upon
in that rain I glide
cool as a cave pond
mirroring your mood without flashes of light

but

in the other change I fail
the inner water zone
the churn of Chakra
that spurs arms to spider god
vigilant promoter of focus

where everything you come across
is a refection of your world view

I need that change
fear the failing for it
on my porch I wait for it
to come with older age

I can see it can't come like that
I have to spark it myself so,
I'll spark it by writing it out first:

I can write well and must write to be truly happy. This habit can grow as much as I likes but for my own good I commit to and hour a day.

 

[champagne1982]

November 24

Analog Time

I followed the minute hand around the day
and noticed that the sun stayed low
in the sky, not rising far above
the southern pines.

I felt the moments linger on in shadows
of a morning tea and buttered toast
nibbled later than a summer breakfast
simply since the day stayed long in bed.

Too soon the time came to say goodnight
without a long and lingering dusk
since early winter really means
the night falls heavy and stays long.

 

[champagne1982]

November 25

A Request

don't judge me by my face
this was given me
by my ancestors
only something that I wear
to smile or cry to kiss

my eyes that I can see
others smile through words
that I speak with my mouth
a conduit open to my heart
that the world may hear

don't judge me by my clothes
they are borne upon my skin
since climate determines
they must be worn

I do these things to soothe
an aching heart and mind
to add comfort to an awkward
life that needs a simple hug
judge me by my works

 

[AChild]

5-15

aspects of the whole
as rain drips fall in pool
the spiking of the water gets me thinking
I love the rain more with out an umbra

passing hands in tunnels
the world grows weak
rolling in that new grass

tattoo all the green on me
over hills and mountains
brand peaks into my face

up to the clouds
cloud my soul with the will to
rain