30 Poems in 30 Days

[vampiredust]

10-6

Observing



Foam hitting the beach
stops in the small hours.
Perhaps this is meant
for us, walking along

shingle in search
of things that will be lost
later: starfish, mermaid's
purses, Neptune's glass.

Stopping by a shuck
of waking mussels,
sunlight pirouettes
off our coffee cups,

uncovering a spider
crab flung by a god
doing his stock take.
There were too many,
you remark. It wasn't
needed.

And then I look at you,
remembering all the times
you would say the same to me.
Foam tumbles in the distance,

emptying our hands,
taking back everything not
wanted today.

 

[Tathagata]

.....

 

[Guest]

1-3 2007 Clever Like a Crow

I cannot look at a crow
without imagining that he wears
a slick grin, running lengthwise, inviting.

It's your fault, your totem,
I see everywhere lone
or with another doing crow things.

Topping telephone lines,
streetlights and cawing orders,
drilling bottom
of trashcans for leftovers.

Most would think just a black bird,
an annoying pest. Not me, however,
I see you, oh so clever, wicked
lover, I see you.

 

[christabelll]

Restless, I am

Safe inside my mind
I am free to wander
Pathways opened to you
I am a heart beating, expanding and contracting
driving towards the culmination of seeds
I am blood, chilled but warming,
coursing the miles to you
I am nerves, awakened and feeling,
the tender touches and hard embrace
I am fine hair, tickled and smoothed,
reacting to the smallest caress
I am lips, soft and opening,
answering all the unspoken questions
I am breasts, swollen and round,
puckered tip clenched tight
I am vulva, red and slick,
opening wetly to receive
I am legs, long and quaking,
restless to enclose descending hips
I am arms, languid and questing,
folding closed over taut shoulders
I am hands, seeking and curling,
buried in locks of unbound hair
I am spine, molten and bending,
arching up in involuntary seeking
I am breath, heated and catching,
echoes of pleasure sought and found
I am sight, wide eyed and sleepy,
watching every move in delight
I am taste, salty and sweet,
pungent with unfulfilled desire
I am touch, roughly smooth,
gliding over canyons and plains of moist skin
I am hearing, tender – endearing,
listening to the beautiful sounds of you
I am spirit, unmoored and flying,
conjoined in seas of ecstasy
I am darkness, deep and cloying,
hungrily swallowing whole fruits blind
I am light, expansive and bright,
spiraling the galaxies to explore in you

I am all these things, and none.
Everyday that passes I wax and wane, sighing as the ocean beats its furious tattoo on the shore….
I wait…. I long….I yearn…..

 

[MissVictoria]

2-3

Waiting

My days float one to the next,
with no beginning or end.
Winter trudges forward, Spring in sight,
each season just beyond reach.

I think I shall drown under the weight
of this dreary monotony.
Wet snow under my feet, I stare upward.
Pregnant with hope, the sky still dims.

 

[Liar]

x-5

She trips over curry lines
and walk a feather lighter
to the tug of venus,
whithout knowing where either is.

So white noise become
pattern, dice a bell curve chart
prophecy. A divider
between reality and random,
as if they weren't
one
and the same.

She stares the sun down
over the horizon, and claim
dusk as a trophy.

Everything is tanglible
as long as it's radiating
from her chest.

For anything else,
there are excuses.

 

[wildsweetone]

6

6.
Beginning Autumn Breezes

Cloud shadows slink
across the black sand
a summer beach
feeling autumn's first tentacle
slip between sun rays,
slide between praying boat bones
that lift their dead up
for the Lord's praise
and receive his approval
in the twice-daily salty cleansing.

 

[4degrees]

9-18

its like a cinderella poem
if i lose a shoe
the whole slew turns
to pumpkin pie and mice

today the city
breathed down my neck
and forced forgetting of
the days of wine and roses
the circle completes again
and around comes the mirror
of all i have been
we all live parallel lives
don't you know?
and everyday i walk in your shoes
like a ghost
and have distant memories
of gulf waters and voodoo
its written
in the dna itself.

 

[vampiredust]

5-7

Poetry

Light floods
through line breaks,
uncovering a pebble
in a corner. Toss
it in the pond outside
and watch the world
unfold in the palm
of your hand. You
are God now.

 

[Tathagata]

2-6

,,,,,

 

[Guest]

1-4 2007 Sister

Sometimes, I get off
with the rosary in my mouth.

Oh, sacrilege, I know.

It's the weight of the cross lying
on my tongue. Sister's words,
you are a bad, bad, boy
and her knuckle rap, rap.

She didn't know then, not even,
the spur of fantasies she'd instill.

Fifteen years strong;
still, I have an itch for habits.

 

[wildsweetone]

7.


Sugar is Sweet

I was taught the lesson of honey
at birth, a pacifier dipped into a comb,
sticky and plastered between gums
to soothe the ache of loss
of who knew what. Now it takes
more than a shrug to throw
off the need for sweetness, takes
more strength, more willpower
to purge the honeyed tongue.
It takes more backward steps
to unfold the series of learned actions
than I have ability to trace.

 

[4degrees]

9-19

verboten

saint sigh, how
i hear the cries of
a thousand hearts
as they lose their
red veneer
while in shadows
love lies in waiting
depreciating phantom
imagines that
you're near.

 

[MissVictoria]

2-4

Ruth

Her ribs rise and fall, shaking
each breath comes stumbling over
itself.

She mewls her pain, calling out
lost somewhere on the hazed fringe
of dream.

She had her own garden, once
rescued a rose from the wind
and hail.

If only something would come
remove her own body from
this storm.

 

[vampiredust]

9-8

Ferry Crossing

The ferry cuts through fog, docking
in a rundown harbour: Portsmouth,
a concrete car park on the other
side acting as a makeshift playground

for yobbos showing off modded
Ford Fiestas and Escorts. The new
arrivals swerve past the youths,
exiting onto a motorway

turned into a track of morse code.
Children close their eyes, Dads
check watches and yawn. This
is the hour when these Fathers

embark on a journey of their own:
gently tuning the radio onto late
night radio, confessing their sins
and deliver their first born to God,

completing their own crossing
planned when they were conceived.

 

[Tathagata]

2-7

,,,,,

 

[christabelll]

more

Flickers of ecstasy
Smooth golden feathers whisper soft and fierce
Delicious caress full and exquisite
Murmurs thick, pound the night
Her sweet languid tongue
His swollen frantic kiss
Rock then pump tight
Come, put your mouth here.
Empty all away
Torrents gush with the fever in my breath
Craving slick skin, bare body, ready, hard.
Who are we to probe joy
Shuddered with hot sweat after the velvet of worship

 

[RhymeFairy]

3~ 1


your cock,
but a stern to jump from
or not. I shall decide.
an eager mouth
nourishes, takes tip in hood.
milking, grasping
one more inch, one more
second. scurry up

as pussy drips, drinks
and partakes in
this smorgasbord of southern
delicatessens. more baby, I need

more. to test.I implore an offering
of smooth sailing winds. a bodies
test dive, making momentous decisions
of lust and lechery. let it go and dive.
feel the ferocious teeth biting,
digging in

deep. a mouth,
a wave of lethargic nasty.
we wetplay, dry twist
into splurts of spastic desires.
take me, to the nether world
and make me scream,
ass backwards into the artics
deviation gate.


~~ just a thought

 

[Guest]

1-5 2007 Postmarked: In Bed

I like waking to woman
and vanilla-orchid
fused to man and frankincense.

That scent still clinging,
like you, leg over mine,
and an arm slung on my chest.

What I don't like is leaving
this envelope. I'd rather forget
the rest of the day,
stay tucked in you, lover.

 

[wildsweetone]

8

On the last day of Summer

There is a gift in the garden,
beauty that has unfolded
especially for my own benefit.
Nobody else can see the blossom,
it's hidden away behind long grasses,
rusted bikes and the leanto
my grandfather built. I dare not
pick the flower, for its colour will bleed
and the tears I shed at its shrivelling
will be insufficient to sustain life. So,
I monitor the motion of the breeze
and watch the weed
as it blooms each day.

 

[4degrees]

9-20

i'm convinced enough
to love the width of my bed
twice as much as i need
sharing it with maynard
aka you,
i like it empty this way,
just me and my fish
and fleesey camoflauge
pillows-
the shades of green are
my mood, every slight
tint variation fit
everything i
ever feel.

 

[MissVictoria]

I'm cheating by writing a haiku tonight. I'm so tired, last night was exhausting and I'm not on much sleep.

2-5

I Can't Sleep

sand splays my vision
thoughts orbiting, my head light
an old minute dies

 

[vampiredust]

8-9

Coyote Soup

"The night I arrived in Puerto Vallarta to give singing lessons to Señor Ramón Pradera, formerly chief of police but now a dentist, was a very dark night indeed"

Christopher Middleton

First I gave him a bowl of coyote soup,
made from the carcasses of a couple
of coyotes hunted on my last trip
in their Arizona desert, their long,

slipper like ears added as a garnish.
Ramón liked it and he sang an aria
in praise of the reddish broth.
Then we sacrificed a couple of goats

on the baby grand and let their blood
seep into its muscular guts. I felt
its organs lap up the droplets
as I played Tchaikovsky's eighteenth

overture in celebration. Ramón
insisted I play something more
contemporary so I played the house
of the rising sun, which he liked

very much. Before the lesson was up,
I made a concoction of mermaid skin,
toad breath and volcanic ash, smearing
it over his exposed chest. He stood

on the roof terrace and tuned the clouds
on the horizon, turning them white
with his voice. I could hear Satan clapping
behind me, tapping his hooves to the beat.

Smiling, I cut him a cheque and left.
It had been a very dark night indeed,
I told myself and hurried to a taxi waiting
outside.

 

[Tathagata]

2-8

,,,,,

 

[RhymeFairy]

3~2

panties in hand
a slap, to your bottom,
for bad courtmanship.

come here, my pet.
take a ride and taste
my nectar. nestle among
these briars of semi sweet
peach snops.

take a whiff
and know your master.
your slut is here
to take you in hand
and lead.

await a sip 'n slurp.
baby go deep, bury
yourself in luxuries
paradise. perhaps,
a taste is needed

to warm
the blood. piss 'n stake
your mark. make me
yours, for now.

till morn
when all is heaven
and hell beckons ....​

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