30 Poems in 30 Days

[RhymeFairy]

2~8


turkeys roasting
baths bubbling
while I sit.
writing of cuddling kisses,
covered in chocolate,
dipped
in strawberry cream
delight.

note to self,
quit writing
start living ~

...

 

[Angeline]

2-17

my man smells like patchouli,
my old hippie boy in corduroy,
black tshirt, and a neverending
smile for me. he give me love
and poetry. he stretches
his long arms out wide, tells me
"this much and more and more."
i kiss his lips, his arms, his hips.
i rub his back and dream
with him, fix his silly eyebrow hair.
we've grown from words
to everywhere: this much
and more and always more.

 

[annaswirls]

2-love-29 you can't go back

these things are always harder to anticipate
than to live
my first Christmas eve away
shhh...

don't think about it
memories sleep
in frozen meadow fields and fresh cedar trees
one for Nana, I can still remember when her elbows
could stretch to hang the ornaments high
does it do any good to remember?
those years do not exist anymore
but if I were home
home
shhhh don't think of what would be
don't think of the church candles raising high
God was the light and the light was God and every year
his words made a little more sense
alittle less sense
and the lights down Main Street changing from bells to trees to white snowflakes as we pass through
Red Hill, Pennsburg, EastGreenville and the ladies of Green Lane
put frest greens on their telephone poles
Don't think of the

shhhhh
listen to your raindrops pittering the children to sleep
think of the skit skat scootley doot jazzified carols your son
invents "name that tune" hot bagels and snap jig dancing
and the bon fire drizzle eve magic steam rising take it today

soon my baby will be saying

shhhh don't remember
don't remember how mother squeezed us all into one chair for the story of
Mr. Willowbey's Christmas tree, snipping off the top every time
and buying presents for children we never met
how we swam in the wintertime spring water chill be brave
we are not afraid of limestone cliff or cactus prick
shhhhh don't remember christmas tree marshmellows floating on hot cocoa
Daddy's peanut butter fudge and hours of glitter paint hot glue
magic magic markers in the kitchen while she....shhhh
they are gone now

some day he will think this
it is gone now too
enjoy today

 

[RhymeFairy]

Oh Brother ...

..

2~9


I cannot speak of it.


There he stood all 5'4 of him. Packaged out
with muscles dripping, rippling raw manhood.
His coat he peeled, blinked
blinked
smiled that smile I remember so well.
Brown, soul reading eyes, that dig deep
weasel out every last secret
leaving me vulnerable as a turkey
being plucked.

I, being shocked to my very
very
very core, felt ripped in two.
Tear spotted before my eyes
as my breathing stopped.
I was shocked
beyond words and felt so hurt
broken into a trillion pieces.

This man standing before me, my brother
whom I had not seen in seven years,
just came through the door and stared
like a ghost haunting, I crumbled
shriveled inside and almost died,
right there.

He was such a big part of my life.
Being passed back and forth
one parent to the other.
He too, only our dad shared us
on the same weekend. Our moms
got us the rest of the time.

Everyone made a big deal,
of him being my stepbrother
but I saw no step
as he helped me carry my heart
to and from each house
on those given days.

He was as alike as my real brother.
Only, he was nicer and never ever
hit me or threw things at me.
To him, I was lil sis ... to be protected
nurtured, handled with care, loved.

He saw me married to the wrong man.
Knowing there was nothing he could do
he wished us well. When winter passed
he saw my hurt, the pain being caused
by the wedding ring. He insisted
I persisted.

Five years passed. I escaped the cycle
with his help. He lent me his strength
when I had none. Long crying sessions
of what to do, he carried me through.

He being a man of the law
and a martial arts fanatic,
knew the never ending ordeal
I was facing. He related so many
stories a lot like mine, only
a lot worse.

I shall never forget the day.
Stopped at a traffic light, I spied
my sibling, growling a wolf whistling
to get my attention. So happy
to see you. How ya doing?
As we swapped pleasantries
out the windows.

Miss yous, love yous
and
Oh by the way, I'm going back
to him. Please, don't be mad.
It's something I have to do.
He stared as if struck by a big mac
truck. Lowered his head,
then looked me straight in the eyes
while saying,

Don't do it, it will be the worse mistake
you ever make in your life. As I watched
his taillights escape down the road,
I knew, I knew he was right
but
it was something I had to do.

Now, after seven years
I could finally tell him. Reveal
the secrets of the past
and share the two new loves
of my life. Both boys
one with eyes just like his.

My rewards for gong back
to a psychotic man, all for the love
of our daughter. For the price of one
I added two. Then got out
while I was alive.

He understands now, but dearly wishes
he says, he could have done more
to help his lil sis. I too understand,
to him, I am his lil sis ... to be protected
nurtured, handled with care and loved.

...

 

[Angeline]

2-18

Jesus
now James Brown, too
Jesus
it's your birthday. happy birthday
if you're out there
what to do, what to do
but suck it up and live
with all these stories
brothers and grandmothers
and godfathers
and now you
don't know me
but you think that sometime
soon I could just
sleep?

 

[annaswirls]

2-love-30 those questions

for S. who reminded me of how far we could go towards the answers, reminded me of the urgency waking you up at night

it is not how he got
she got they got their spots
or stripes

no
not like this

we beg on the sidestep
answers to questions we are hardwired to ask
but not hardwired to answer ho ho ho
so it goes on and on and on

we do need a little laughter
a little happy ever after
right this very minute
if not sooner
put it in on high press start and jing-a-ling
a ling a ling
presto chango
what do you want of me today
build me a playdough snowman
I have a hat
you have your magic
no no no man
no no not Parson Brown
just someone to come on down
remind us again
miracles are not necessarily as requested
or convenient or clean

but it is not how he got
all of those spots
or stars in the night
it is not
the color of the background
from the beginning of time
God is an idea
your idea
is yours my baby
make it real.

 

[RhymeFairy]

Babysitting ...

..

2~10

what hole did you crawl out of
he ask with a devilish smile.
this young man, mid twenties.

I remember him now, his dipies
always smelled
drool always dribbled
and his cries of outrage
from not enough attention
still ring, in my oh so delicate ears.

I rocked him to sleep,
while eating a sandwich from the fridge
then he would giggle with his two teether smile
as we watched tv.

his mom and dad always said,
he was a whiner.

 

[RhymeFairy]

2~11


I've tried given you my heart.


Endless days I paint these poetic pictures,
to watch and wait, see what your intellect
sprouts up.

Another day passes, leaving a crinkled
bare heart afloat with the wind. Watch,
as its dry red pepper puffer falls into
nothings place.

Leaving a ghost to all whom knew her.
But was that not, what she already was?
In life, recollect and throughout
your forest of trees ...

 

[beautyandwine]

Boy, I really stink at keeping this up.
---
2-1

I doubt,
I'm afraid;
I keep all
the jealousy inside.

I'm obsessive over -
what I really mean...
I want every conversation to be
our best.

I never want to disappoint
and yet, I'm always
disappointed --
I doubt.

---
(Blah! There's no way to convey this self-concious hell!)

 

[RhymeFairy]

2~12


I've put myself on display
spread out thin
too much live wire tension,
with the procrastinating
preverbal lapdog treatment
of a screamer turned nay doer.
truth be told, temptation
is the only part of me
I can show-n-tell, without
stepping out
of the fish bowl I circumvent.
to justify reason
I flash, heart on sleeve
turn tail, and swim back
downstream.

 

[RhymeFairy]

2~13


the edge of oblivion

sink down, spin out
without air. try cutting
the chord and escape
with self intact. no wings
to fly, adrenaline unleashed.
an unscheduled, gusty flight
on the tailwinds of a cyclone
designed to blow out
the tempest, in you.

 

[beautyandwine]

2-2

Doubt
nags, niggles,
festers pestiferous,
as hemlock
overtook
great Socrates.

Every moment
bittersweet,
even amidst
your company,
like good Crito
and Apollodorus.

I linger,
ignoring hours
and the obvious
even as it creeps
in periphery, to
slowly choke.

Our hero discussed
philosophy, immortality;
I simply rationalize
this inner conflict,
as limbs grow heavy
with the burden.

Coldness befalls me,
I cannot fight
no matter the crowd or company.
This self-imposed poison
proliferates, paralyses,
impeding
a heart's true freedom.

 

[beautyandwine]

my 1st attempt at a villanelle

2-3

Your heart beats next to mine,
Lips rest on dampened skin.
Our bodies move in time

And eagerly we dine,
As tongues dart out and in
Your heart beats next to mine.

A feeling so divine
Such pleasures must be sin,
Our bodies move in time

As hips do forward grind;
Hands grasp and clutch at whim
Your heart beats next to mine

Flesh warm and sweet like wine.
You sink deeply within,
Our bodies move in time

And sweetly we will bind
To quench this thirst, this yen.
Your heart beats next to mine
Our bodies move in time.

 

[beautyandwine]

Not quite a cop-out....can this count?

2-4

these keystrokes are few
this will have to be senryu,
fingercuts can hurt.


Very loosely senryu, at that. *sigh*

 

[Unbridled_Passion]

1:1

Cold wintry winds blow
fluffy white snow clouds
on the horizon

Migratory birds fly south
to escape mother nature's
winter wrath

I sit next to the heater
and sip hot chocolate, saying
bring it on

 

[beautyandwine]

2-5

One Half-breath of the Cosmos

The second hand moves
and pandemonium awaits,
celebrants halt, linger, inhale.
Premature pops and whirs
dance in streets below
as fathers vie
for their children's
laughter.

Here is quiet.
I sit and contemplate
the beauty of the last moments
and a glass of wine,
its warmth suspended
as I savor cold raindrops
and look for stars
among silent clouds.

Another cusp
in an oscillating universe,
an infinite loop
living and dying
in every moment.
Brahma wakes, and
the dreams of man
dissolve.

I stand, feet
planted,
hanging,
eyes searching for meaning
in an endless swath of sky.
Only a single moment,
a tiny speck,
a half-breath.

(c) TDP 2007

 

[champagne1982]

2007-1-1

Deconstructing Fear

Delight me now and every now
with kisses wished against
crumbled mortar that holds
unstable bricks and ties
shaped into walls I call
control. You know better.

Each well-placed tenderness
deconstructs this slick
design of plaster illusion
painted over in multi-colored
layers of ambition and desire
hiding those vulnerable flaws
so carefully denied all but you.

Tear me apart now and again. Use
the salvaged pieces in a new
house meant to shelter two.

 

[ShyErraticTable]

1

Resolution Triolet

I swear that I'll do better, in this coming year
to satisfy your cravings, even when I'm scared.
You sometimes want some twisted things, my dear,
but I swear that I'll do better, in this coming year.
And when your heart's desire is for the truly weird,
I'll strive to make your fetish one we both can share.
I swear that I'll do better, in this coming year
to satisfy your cravings, even when I'm scared.

 

[Unbridled_Passion]

1:2

sublime messages
caress the mental fortitute
of one's self

what to believe and whom
forever trying to change
who we are

brainwashing, tugging at the
mind's eye to find
the one real truth...

if there is one

 

[Sara Crewe]

5-1

.......

 

[champagne1982]

2007-1-2

You're such a flirt!

He said I was a bit
of Friday night fluff
to find clung to his coat
sleeve. Dangling off broad
shoulders with fingertips
stroking over his lapels
and promising fiery
contrails over pecs
and nipples as I blow
kisses to fan the flames.

Sipping oily mescal layers
scent and flavour on lips
painted pink with melon
gloss over curled up corners
in a secret smile only
he has a hint at the cause.

No flirt here.

I pull him to me in eager
delight as he tastes
the proffered butterfly
wings fluttering against
his mouth. There is no tease
in my touch as I boldly
scrape nails against the brass
teeth that strain my patience
until I find the pull
and tug free his sexuality.

 

[ShyErraticTable]

2

Star-Crossed

Would I were sick and you the cause
for that would mean that we had met
and perhaps kissed and perhaps paused

while picking out a dinette set
at Levitz, argued sentiment
and practicality, and yet

chose one, laughing, had it sent
to our small cottage, bright and new
and mortgaged. (Well, at least no rent!)

But I'm not sick, and nor are you.
We have not met, nor will, because
I live Red and you live Blue

or, like, the other way around.
In any case, in different towns.

 

[Unbridled_Passion]

1:3

lovers embrace hello
or goodbye
ignoring the hustle and bustle
of life around them

announcements overhead
security everywhere
someone is always trying
to make it somewhere other than here

 

[beautyandwine]

2-6

Shhhhh...Transmittal


You transmit
a piece of yourself
a simple click-fire;
trust in your touch.

A digital beauty,
pixelated perfection;
a 2-D canvas I ache to paint
with my fingertips.

In your gaze, intensity
your stunning masculinity,
this bared vulnerability,
caught in grayscale and time.

Cathode rays race
and electrons dance
elaborately on phosphor
to bring this smile to my face,
but the warmth in my veins
sings louder.

(C) TDP 2007

 

[Sara Crewe]

5-2

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