a companion to 30 in 30

[annaswirls]

It seems that you have much to say.... Laura is fortunate to have your friendship.

It is good to see you here, watching you find your words.

::

There’s nothing to say (I’ve got nothing
to say, I said) about these: his final days.
The text advances and retreats, like a prognosis.
Dear Laura, I hope
you and the boys are ok
at his bedside as you lose
your sleep, your love, your future,
your partner.

[Backspace]

Dear Laura,
my thoughts and prayers are
a poor substitute
for the money you’ll need or
the hours you'll spend
staring at his watch, his
snow boots, his trumpet.

[Backspace]

Dear Laura, I’m sorry
this is happening
to you, who deserve this
less than anyone I know,
who has done nothing
but love and care and
work your whole life.

[Backspace]

The screen blinks at me, silent, aching, white.

::

 

[flyguy69]

It seems that you have much to say.... Laura is fortunate to have your friendship.

It is good to see you here, watching you find your words.

Thank you, Anna. This one is breaking my heart.

 

[champagne1982]

A nice run, AChild. 30 in 30 in one go, way to go.

Congratulations.

 

[annaswirls]

Congradtadulations!

whoohoo! way to go!

piece together poetry
so one day in the mirror i'll find
the master,
a measured hand,
instrument of base line,

know when not to waste time
to shake mind or
other sabers that need
rattled

the battle on our hands is onion
layers bring tears
on we peel
fingers sweat
to taste such tart reels within

real begins in word
layer combination complicate logo
lean against the wall and walk
an inky path
all the colors birds stalk
sing my name, hold me to task

"why are you still on the ground mute?"

nobody told them and they can't
do the math

I'm turning 30 to day
so flight is guaranteed

 

[AChild]

to celebrate

an orange clown takes the stage to sing:

Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?
Lydia The Tattooed Lady.
She has eyes that folks adore so,
and a torso even more so.
Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia.
Oh Lydia The Queen of Tattoo.
On her back is The Battle of Waterloo.
Beside it, The Wreck of the Hesperus too.
And proudly above waves the red, white, and blue.
You can learn a lot from Lydia!

La-la-la...la-la-la.
La-la-la...la-la-la.

When her robe is unfurled she will show you the world,
if you step up and tell her where.
For a dime you can see Kankakee or Paree,
or Washington crossing The Delaware.

La-la-la...la-la-la. La-la-la...la-la-la.

Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?
Lydia The Tattooed Lady.
When her muscles start relaxin',
up the hill comes Andrew Jackson.
Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia.
Oh Lydia The Queen of them all.
For two bits she will do a mazurka in jazz,
with a view of Niagara that nobody has.
And on a clear day you can see Alcatraz.
You can learn a lot from Lydia!

La-la-la...la-la-la.
La-la-la...la-la-la.

Come along and see Buffalo Bill with his lasso.
Just a little classic by Mendel Picasso.
Here is Captain Spaulding exploring the Amazon.
Here's Godiva, but with her pajamas on.

La-la-la...la-la-la.
La-la-la...la-la-la.

Here is Grover Whelan unveilin' The Trilon.
Over on the west coast we have Treasure Isle-on.
Here's Nijinsky a-doin' the rhumba.
Here's her social security numba.

La-la-la...la-la-la.
La-la-la...la-la-la.

Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia.
Oh Lydia The Champ of them all.
She once swept an Admiral clear off his feet.
The ships on her hips made his heart skip a beat.
And now the old boy's in command of the fleet,
for he went and married Lydia!

I said Lydia...
(He said Lydia...)
They said Lydia...
We said Lydia, la, la!

 

[tungtied2u]

Who's a clever girl then?

Originally posted on 30 poems in 30 days:

3-1-10

To a well meant (but slightly bent) poet:

To wait so long to voice advice
is something you may perceive as nice;
instead, my dear, it's a parody
of another's skill, thus a tragedy.

You say encouragement is the better critique
and a virtue in which only you are unique-
ly qualified to voice and espouse.
Yet you gladly call everyone else a louse

who doesn't express that you are the best
and so much higher than all of the rest.
As they stand on their flimsy detergent boxes
you scheme and you plot to outwit the foxes;

with private notes to the unknowing voices
you slyly undermine the other choices
of mentors and friends, who may teach of things
that a different scope of experience brings

to the lectern of valued poetry review
whether you're a new writer or a lit guru.
We all love poetry and the joy it can bring
regardless of the tune this choir sings.

So why not just admit that it's all quite absurd
and the writing of poems is more that just words
on a page and no matter if it's true or obscene
it's not what we say but instead, what we mean?

I love this....you are one witty , wicked woman.

 

[Tzara]

7-30

piece together poetry. . .

Congratulations, AC! Well done.

 

[Tzara]

1-30

I couldn't wait for the clock to tock
tick off the final minutes until. . .

And congratulations to Mr. T as well, on his excellent run.

 

[champagne1982]

And congratulations to Mr. T as well, on his excellent run.

Nicely done TT2u 2 ... Thanks for the poems.

 

[annaswirls]

Nicely done TT2u 2 ... Thanks for the poems.

Congratulations! You are an inspiration

 

[RhymeFairy]

I'll add to that ..

Congratulations TT2U ~!!!!

Well done and I most def. agree with Anna, you are an inspiration.

 

[TheRainMan]

congrats Child & Tungtied.

nice job. and good reading, both of you.

 

[champagne1982]

I just want to warn the minute edit man that he's not going to get an end of performance stroking if he doesn't let me read his damned poems on the 30/30 thread.

 

[Tzara]

I just want to warn the minute edit man that he's not going to get an end of performance stroking if he doesn't let me read his damned poems on the 30/30 thread.

.....

 

[RhymeFairy]

Oh ... please forgive.

Congratulations AChild ~!!!!

I was waiting for the next and then realized that was it ... I'm sorry for not seeing it sooner. I even backtracked here and everyone was already Congratulating you, I am sorry for not seeing what was before mine eyes ...



I would love to try this but fear of failure, seems I have a huge problem with commitment. My time is not my own anymore. I flutterbug from one drama to the next, That's what happens when one has three children permanently connected to ones booty. BUT

I love reading all the poems and am so amazed at the randomness of it all.

A Shout out to allllll who have started, tried and yes, even finished ...

 

[Tzara]

I just want to warn the minute edit man that he's not going to get an end of performance stroking if he doesn't let me read his damned poems on the 30/30 thread.

I'm sorry, Champie, I was being irritating earlier.

I'm playing with rules. The rules of the 30/30 thread say that you have to write a poem each day for 30 days and that each day's poem should be posted on that day. It doesn't say anything about how long the poem needs to be posted. So I am deleting them within ten minutes or so. Just being irritating, 'cause this is the one place I can be an irritating bore and get away with it. Call it passive aggression. Call it conceptual art. Same difference.

Anyways, today's poem was inspired by you. It was a Bob (I think—not sure I have the form down right). I'm planning to post it in a day or two.

So—if you write a poem and noone reads it, does it make a sound? Is it, if noone reads it, even a poem?

 

[champagne1982]

I'm sorry, Champie, I was being irritating earlier.
<snip>
So—if you write a poem and noone reads it, does it make a sound? Is it, if noone reads it, even a poem?

I suspected as much darlin'. I figured that you were trying to rattle my TypeA-ness so I wasn't gonna mention it. You're still not gonna get petted in 3 weeks.

 

[Tzara]

I suspected as much darlin'. I figured that you were trying to rattle my TypeA-ness so I wasn't gonna mention it... you're still not gonna get petted in 3 weeks.

If I send them to you will you pet me now?

 

[champagne1982]

If I send them to you will you pet me now?

I see you wandering around a football stadium with a berry... texting like mad...

CN U R33D M3 NOW

 

[annaswirls]

well damn it T, if you are only going to leave it up for 10 minutes you might as well give it to me grrrr.

cornbread. maybe I will write about cornbread

 

[Tzara]

well damn it T, if you are only going to leave it up for 10 minutes you might as well give it to me grrrr.

cornbread. maybe I will write about cornbread

OK. Here it is (or was):

[edit]You find here the twisted, smoky remains of what once might have been a poem.[/edit]



​

Of course, this will self-destruct in about five minutes.

 

[champagne1982]

I am alone in there. Where are the brave hearts who want to write for the pure sake of just making some kind of art each day? Although it's only good for Mom's fridge or the panty drawer, poets must write a poem, you might as well do it in the 30/30 thread.

anna - thanks for the effort, I'm sorry to see you have to start again with only a week to go.

T-zed - even though they were invisible , I liked your company.

I hope all is well out there. Hurry back poets, the challenge is looking like my own personal vanity thread.

 

[tungtied2u]

I am alone in there. Where are the brave hearts who want to write for the pure sake of just making some kind of art each day? Although it's only good for Mom's fridge or the panty drawer, poets must write a poem, you might as well do it in the 30/30 thread.

anna - thanks for the effort, I'm sorry to see you have to start again with only a week to go.

T-zed - even though they were invisible , I liked your company.

I hope all is well out there. Hurry back poets, the challenge is looking like my own personal vanity thread.

too much turkey
on the brain, I remain
lethargic, zombie-like
too catatonic to write
anything of interest

I sit staring, stuffed
sated for the moment
but hunger has a way
of returning, my yearning
to evacuate will precipitate
my burning desire to express

 

[annaswirls]

Wow you really noticed my absence very quickly, the sun is not even up!

I fell asleep on the fucking sofa last night before I got a chance to fake a poem I am just exhausted and homesick...and I woke up delerious in the baby's bed (he had nightmares) with half a mind to try to sneak one in early this morning

I hope someone comes to join you, but I don't think you have to worry, after one day of you being on your own, it will not look like a vanity thread quite yet.

I am alone in there. Where are the brave hearts who want to write for the pure sake of just making some kind of art each day? Although it's only good for Mom's fridge or the panty drawer, poets must write a poem, you might as well do it in the 30/30 thread.

anna - thanks for the effort, I'm sorry to see you have to start again with only a week to go.

T-zed - even though they were invisible , I liked your company.

I hope all is well out there. Hurry back poets, the challenge is looking like my own personal vanity thread.

 

[annaswirls]

I know it is just a silly challenge but I am sad, it really sucks, I tried hard this time, sneaking away with the kids home all day and out of town guests and everything to get on the stupid computer, oh well, it is a challenge I will not be starting again. I never ever want to feel forced to sit down and write when there is so much living to do. I will write when I want to write from now on. and leave this thread for the experts.