30 Poems in 30 Days

[champagne1982]

3-1-13

Each Challenge

Is it a failure to deny a challenge
I cannot deem worth acceptance?
The wisdom that comes with maturity
is the measure of ability to choose
to answer those trials fit to rise to.
The choice should not hinge on
only those we can succeed in trying,
success is not winning all
but in the effort it takes to try.

ETA - I just know there is a better way to say this ...

 

[champagne1982]

3-1-14

It's Cold Outside

It's thirty below and the wind
stops your heart. The pain
inside your nose and chest
won't let you move,
not without a prayer and a scarf
anyway.

I need your heat today
just to take a step outside
and face the snow as it falls
horizontal to the ground.

There's no reason to venture
forth, no poor man to bring
victuals out into the wind
and weather. King Wencelas
I'm not.Thank heaven.

I don't think you'd like
it if I wore a beard, even
if it would cover my chin
with soft, white curls.

I'd be royalty though.
Haven't you always wanted
to rub shoulders
(and assorted body bits)
with a princess?

Let's take that idea
to bed and stay in today.
Mornings shouldn't be so hard
to be awake in, but since
this one is, why don't we
just go back to sleep?

 

[annaswirls]

7-22

there is no way for me to capture today
maybe in twenty years I will have grown up
enough to paint my baby on the porch swing
begging for one more story Mommy
one more story

We practice.
Remember that Thanksgiving when Aunt Kiki and
Aunt Char brought baby Tula down to visit?
and we spent the night telling stories
on the porch swing?

 

[annaswirls]

7-23 random

double trouble bunk beds
crocodile cracker jack the
babysitter's sleeping on the couch
VH1 volume down
down down in the valley, girl
we forgot the sun
rise the dough raise the dead
pass the potatoes
I am moving on up double
jump king me king me
make me write bad checks

 

[champagne1982]

3-1-15

Fancy Fingers

tickle me fancy and shake
me loose I love your fingers
hold me and lift me
over the thrill of you up
tight and giggling while thrills
chase shivers along my spine
shake those fingers loose
tickle me and prove fancy
is only how we thrill
each other there.

 

[champagne1982]

3-1-16

Catalogue Boys

They pose like no other man
would be caught dead, wind-
tossled hair done up in a do
way over the top but effective
in a glossy underwear shot
kinda way. Who's to say?
The boys are sexy but where
is their body hair? I venture
they even have smooth pits.

Put them in the big book
to show teeth so white
they're blue and a tan
so dark they must sun
on the Mediterranean.
Health swims out of every
pore, if you could find one
on that perfect skin.

 

[champagne1982]

3-1-17

a few words on solitude

You can be naked
no one will see the blemish
on your erstwhile smooth
behind you sits an empty
carton where once vanilla
ice cream filled each crease
and crevice with its smooth
texture can be explored
with hands that know
no restraint, but I would
love to be tied up and force
fed vanilla ice cream while
alone and nude, with you.

 

[RhymeFairy]

1-1-1

..

I shall ...

be your friend
in times of blue.
When standing alone
with downcast head.

Chin up, my friend
I shall be there. Fingers clasp
around a shaking form
protecting you
in friendship.

There shall be no harm
come to you this day
or the next. I shall
guard over and spin witty
tales to lighten

your load
from day to week,
week to month.
Till our time here
is through ....



~~ Thank you Carrie for the inspiration to try

 

[annaswirls]

2 - love- 1a fuck it

she twists black waters
from the cotton yellowed fingers
steam rises over the washline

we sprinkle salt to prevent fading
sprinkle bleach to prevent the stain
wash in cold water to prevent the bleeding
still still still we stretch it stretch it twist out the remains

kick it back
watch the black to blue to green fading yellow
can only press the bruise make it new
so many days

pound it to the rocks
color me downstream

 

[annaswirls]

2- love-1b

anyone can write these pretty words
my sister outlined her first book
how to survive when your kid goes to college
asked me for photographs
asked me for poems

sure I said anyone can write these pretty words
curved over the chambers of your heart
her hair pulled through a pony tail
doubled under loose, careless
wasn't there a time
she insisted on a tight braid
only your fingers could manage

look at me with Both Eyes Mommy
listen to me with Both Ears Mommy

the headphones are smaller today
you cannot even see yourself
being ignored

 

[annaswirls]

2- love-2a

heavy sandbags
fold over metal shoulders
of road sign warnings

orange cones blown
over in the wet road
crushed under tire

I swerve between the two
not knowing which to prefer

 

[champagne1982]

3-1-18

C-c-c-cold

It is twenty below outside and what makes it so
could be the Alaska high that hovers up and over there
in the extreme northwest to shed its cold and snow
like down from a feather bed sheltered in your hair.

It will be warmer next week.

 

[annaswirls]

2-love-2b I saw your painting on the cover

I think about you often

silver roses on my dresser
twisted in the shape of my wrist
the ring rubbed callus on my palm

my sister asked about the green ladies
in my bedroom. I did not stutter
as I spoke your name
and pointed out your poetry
to my husband. I told you
I would always love you and I do
still

the further away I hold you
the more clearly I see you
and the more clearly you see
how I wanted to be painted

the ladder from our hayloft
climbs up to her impossible thighs
baby it is easy to get models
you told me
I don't want a model
but there they are
fallen into the spaces I used to occupy
see how they pose up perfect
your fingerprints barely visible
under the green patina glaze
why I decided to breathe without you listening
is a mystery
someone stop me good god I want you back

 

[RhymeFairy]

1 attempt~ 2nd poem ... lol

..

I see the lights are going up.
Preparing for another year
of competition. One to outdo the other
out smart, out rate, out gun.
All those red lights to green. No stopping
petal to the metal, fiendish delight
in another year of going after the gold.
The winner,
gets an expensive trip
to the electric company.
Damn, those christmas lights
are murder on the charge card ...

 

[annaswirls]

2-love-3

after Senna Jawa

s t r e t c h

windowless office
sleepy eyes that hovered over keystrokes
blink awake the morning snow​

.

 

[RhymeFairy]

Desire ...

1~3

A:

He ask, my desires. What makes me
tick. When alone, all is matter of fact.
Until I get that feeling. You know the one
where goosebumps turn up the heat
and fry your chicken crispy
creamy even.


B:

Desire to me is that want, that feeling
that shocks the spine into a rigid state
feeling hot eruptive waves cresting
crashing down deep. No swimming, just
hot/cold swimming till fingers are numb
and lips turn purple from overuse
magnified by twenty. Till taunt regions
snap, snagging his fish in a choke hold
of tongue and fins flopping around
on cotton fields sapped
by the deathly desert sun.

 

[champagne1982]

3-1-19

Fun At Casino Royale

Shaken not stirred nor should a man
ever say I love you when tomorrow
never dies unless it is for your eyes
only in gold. Finger as a moon raker
but look, Moneypenny comes in a new
package and Ms. Lynd could choose
a gun but instead she simply knocks
'em dead with a look. Pussy galore
with a view to a kill, and you become
again the spy who loved me, the property
of a lady who knows you only live twice.

 

[champagne1982]

3-1-20

Song Of Motion

Do you want to hear me move?
That rustle of hip on linen,
the slap of palm on thigh,
muscles moan in flex,
lust bends in strain
reach for that note,
higher than our range,
to come down onto what
we've composed for two voices,
a duet of sensation, as we move.

 

[annaswirls]

2-love-4

clunky leather shoes, open heel
right where I left them
under my desk

 

[RhymeFairy]

1~4


I knew a very shy girl. The gang
she hung out with spoke of boys
kissing and sex. She blushingly
stammered,
but what is an orgasm?


<lips sealed>

 

[annaswirls]

2-love-5 my pussy is giving me nightmares

I do not like my pussy in this picture.
I cropped it, added contrast, even made it purple
Still it looks like the mouth of an eel.

Maybe K. will Sharpie on a deceitful eye
we can play pussy shadow puppets on the wall.

 

[annaswirls]

2-love-5b

maybe it was the wood laminate headboard
screwed to the wall or the mass
produced white heron print
with a mauve matte, or maybe because
you did not think to pull down the comforter
(don't you read? they never wash those things)
maybe the hair on your back or the socks
still on your feet and I just want to go sleep
yes sleep in my own bed.

 

[champagne1982]

3-1-21

The November Lament of Jemima Puddleduck

I'm tired of keeping my feathers oiled
so that all of the murky water
can slide from my slippery back
and be swallowed
in the shallows of the fish pond
where I swim. Yet the carp still
jet their dirty exhalations
free of the muddy bottom where
they lurk amidst the leavings
of their dinner and the products
of my digestion. I think I'll swim
away and preen my feathers,
warm and dry and ready
for a new puddle squirt battle

 

[RhymeFairy]

1~5



I crave peace. Peace
from a fermenting vivid imagination
with strands like tentacles
that tightrope dance down
while doing backflips in this murky mind.
This mind that silently strays
in circles like a kaleidoscope of drug induced
colors that shoot arrows, piercing
while prodding me to do their bidding.
Yes, I'm sick. Sick of this inner turmoil
that rides me day after day, bleeding me
dry to leave a cactus carcass
of what I once was ...

 

[RhymeFairy]

1~6


My Love ~


Amazing how six digits give me control
to freedom. I come here to visit, express
my views on the world, free think
and love, like no one has ever
loved before.

You ... are my one true love, my passion
runs deep.
While depressing thoughts scramble my brain,
like eggs in a pan, round, side to side, butter
to keep from sticking, when all I wanna do
is stick to you.
Like the sun ... moon always revolve. Always rising,
setting
to bring a new day.
A new happiness to fill my soul
when you are distant and obscure
like, now.

Come forth my love,
know you have my heart
my passion
my everything. For there is no one
like you. I miss our talks,
our walks down the middle of town, smiling
as a carefree
caress takes me to heaven,
and beyond.

I tell you this, in a drunken stupor
for my life is nothing
without you. To touch those curls and trace
that curvaceous body is my only dream, to be
with you.
My most desired wish on this earth. For if
the earth erupts today, I wanna be wrapped in your arms
touching your cheeks
sinking into you, as one
remember one?
Us
forever. I remember. I do not forget these things
even when drunken' off my ass begging
for you ...

as always,

you have my heart ~