2023 Poem-A-Week Challenge (Poems Only Thread)

[Ashesh9]

Was this... .???
Was this written by a Poet:
Or vide AIGpt. Chatbot???!!
What Blasphemy:
Sacrilegious thought!!!??
A Poet knits his/her brow:
Thru' endless mental fields..
He/ she doth diligently plow!!!
A technocrat doth press a button
A screen lights up & laptop turns on
He orders up a poem:
Readers the process & product...
Both R gonna' bore 'em!!!@#%^÷/**

 

[butters]

poem #12

tomorrow's forecast

heat index of 117
Canada's main smoke-plume
migrating south
across our hills
till i'm a black car
stuck in molten tarmac
eggs on my bonnet
traffic lights locked on red

 

[Tzara]

Yes, Yes, It's Once Again an Onegin Stanza

Another poèm, this one rhyming,
And with a syncopated beat
That's all about poetic timing.
When it's done right, it's quite a feat.
My favorite extravaganza
Is writing verse in Pushkin's stanza
Its clever, tetrameric lines
Send shivers up and down my spines
(For I have two—one bone, one moral—
the former tingling in its nerves,
the latter conscious of the swerves
of bad to good and how they quarrel).
In any case, I'm done this week
Howe'er this verse is quite un-chic.

Week 26: Poem 1: Total 38

 

[Angeline]

In Which I Fail at the Onegin Stanza

It's nothing to do with passion
and everything with the beat.
I like form poems but this fashion
is not one I'll likely repeat.
I can't say it's sparking pleasure
nor joy nor producing treasure,
but sometimes one just has to try
to kiss one's sweet safe zone goodbye.
Also I really like Tzara,
a fine poet and he's my friend
who often inspires me (Shara)
to emulate forms he has penned.

Welp clearly this didn't go well
but sometimes these things just don't jell!


Week 26, Poem 1, Total 32

 

[Broken_paladin]

What is going on
Is this actually right?
People coming here
Posting poems on a sex site,
Why do we do it?
What can be said?
Is it just an escape
To get thoughts out of our head?
So much to say
Not knowing the way
Waiting for someone to just say
Hey..
Hoping are words will allure
One who's love will be pure
Open our hearts
Like thats some damn cure
Miles upon miles between a guy and a chick
Brought together by chance and a keyboards sweet click
Another story for another time
I will finish this rhyme
Its Friday my friends
Let the party begin

 

[Wonderer67]

Thank you Butters for the inspiration…

https://forum.literotica.com/thread...ems-only-thread.1579894/page-15#post-97141367

Picking Blueberries

My wife and I pick at the end of the day
Her, the gardener and knower of all things
Master gardener-ish
Me…
Just a dumb man who likes blueberries

Years ago, she taught me how to pick them
“Just fondle them…when they are ready
They will fall right off into your hand or container”
It sounded a little sexual
But it was another kind of love

The result was not dissimilar tho
Sweetness
A pleasure for the mouth
And tastebuds
And tummy
Feeling that natural pectin
Wind its way inside my brain and body
Sweetness swells
A tiny little mouth orgasm

Seven or eight for the container
Then a nice, plump purple one for me

We continue…
Knowing that the birds target the berries too
And dodging mosquitos,
We run back to the house
Steal a few for our mouth libidos
And save the rest of our booty
For later.

25/52

https://twitter.com/x/status/1674590390874255362

 

[29wordsforsnow]

Sixsome on Canvas
* a saucy Sestina *

A bold brush destined for red,
jealously watched by the tin of yellow
one starts to get moody next to such blue,
drops small poppy heads in the meadow green
a view as toxic as the chromium orange
on the painter's finger's rotting purple.

The night, as well, turns purple
as it drinks the horizon's dying red
a candle casts shades of gloomy orange
drowning the dots of embroidered yellow
Luna's cape gleams on the next morning's green
she's almost unseen in her darkest blue.

This home's door, that's painted blue
will welcome a lady's coat dyed purple
as she will pass the heavy curtains' green
and put her heels on a carpet so red
the erubescent girl'll, in the yellow
nude bulb's light dangling above, look orange.

A slice of a sweet orange
complementary in Curaçao blue
scrambled eggs, maelstrom of white and yellow
for starters impaled grapes, pale and purple,
beetroot a complicated bloody red
murder on a salad of many greens.

The precious emerald green
eyes upon a ring of costly orange
just the hint of a kiss turns her cheeks red
the male gaze trapped by lacy baby blue
not in plain sight is his pulsing purple
but a wolf's smirk dipped in smoky yellow.

The canvas of bleached yellow
like the ropes on display next to the green
peace lily leaves and a batch of purple
banknotes to see the last piece, orange
panties sailing the silk scarfs' sea of blue
do not eat tells the paintbox in bright red.

Skin a pale yellow with shades of orange.
The blue depths harbor a dangerous green.
Scaled-down purple meets a lusty tongue red.

 

[Clitkiss]

Gefällt mir, Deine Fantasie ist ja fast grenzenlos, toll

 

[Ambient4190]

latent heat couchant
relatives foretold the storm
data buoys said
high winds rain heat passion deep
frayed cordage shorn hearts disjoined

 

[Tzara]

Sorry. I wanted to write something silly in anapests.



Racoon Love
In no way to be confused with Muskrat Love

With loud snarling and snapping they woke us today,
As the cedar's limbs rustled and twisted and swayed
And we wondered what animals were there so dismayed.
Were racoons always noisy when mating this way?

It resounded like cats in an alley at night
As they circled and bit in a hell of a fight.
In their violence we worried the tree's braches might
Not be strong enough, dropping them from their great height.

But then everything turned out okay in the end--
It grew quiet, the tree held, yet seemed to portend
Still more moaning and shrieking, like starting a trend,
As when we, in our bedroom, soon tried to transcend.

Week 26: Poem 2: Total 39

 

[butters]

poem #13

experiments in transmission

1:
by the stair's bare treads
her faded avocado phone
with kinked & twisted coils
rings & rings, rings & rings
echoes in a nicotined hall

2:
Floyd's picture disc revolves
getting stuck on the dark side
Elton's dandy, everything's pink
'cos his rocketman landed with
stars on his eyes, no prisms

3:
winds blat at eighty per hour
a clean white page on which to
notate the music of mush dogs
igloo-deep in dense, thick drifts
as they wait to sing, wait to Hike!

4:
her dad floats, wired up, tubed.
his show's over. he's glassy, lost
in space, seeks star-men through his
u.v visor. she splashes down—no signal
she sighs and pats his bland, milk hand

5:
he plucks at his courage, ditches
his cap, tucks poetry in his pocket
and offers to buy Venus at the Bar
a drink—she spins, slow, on her stool
smiles, asks to hear what he's written

 

[Wonderer67]

Heavy Metal ‘83

Suzie and I were listening to Ozzys Boneyard
They were playing the top 30
Hard & Heavy Albums from 1983

Some of the dumbest shit I’d ever heard
I almost wonder how I listened to it
Back in the day
and took it so seriously

Dökken
Blue Öyster Cult
Krökus
Allcatrazz
The Nuge
Bällz
(OK, I made that last one üp)

Everyone searching for a word they could
Put a motherfücken umlaut in

The songs were so ridiculously bad/great:
Medieval warriors and knights
Love gone bad
Bad love gone good
Püssy and cat scratch fevers
Wanting to rock
The wizzard beyond the mountains
Knowing that
It’s a long way to the top, if you wanna rock n roll…

My wife and I actually enjoyed it
Dumb and fun

Memories from high school pouring in…
I was 15 again and pissed off at the world
(Now I am 56 and pissed off at the world, hardly a lick wiser)

Paging thru Kerrang, Circus, Creem, Metal Edge and Metal Hammer
At the news store downtown
Trying to steal a copy of Swank magazine
I rolled it up and put it up my pant leg
Got away with it too

My wife remembered listening to Sabbath
Under her covers
With her old cassette recorder
Listening low
So her grandparents wouldn’t
Make her shut it off…

We made fun of the bands and the music
Enjoying the whole time

We made up our own band names:
Fück Fäce
Tuürd
Klöwnzz
Iron Pütz
While listening to Motörhead
And absolutely loving
Every minute of it

26/52

 

[goddessofglee]

#29

In this room,
we speak of things divine,
Of love, of life,
and all that's to find.

But then a fly buzzed in, and all was changed,
And words of anger filled the air unchained.

A conversation, a storm of words, With passion and anger, and fire.
A battle of wills, a clash of swords,
With no quarter given, no desire.

A battle of words, a war of the mind,
A clash of opinions, a clash of might,
A battle of wills, a battle of rights.

The air is thick with the heat of the fight,
The words like arrows, the blows like spears.
The combatants, locked in mortal combat,
Will not yield, will not give in, to their fears.

The goddess of glee,
she cheers them on,
Her laughter a siren's call to the fray.
like a dragon of fire,
she breathes her wrath,
Her words were like venom, her blows like clay.

The fly on the wall, a silent observer,
Watches the battle unfold, with no care.
The players are unknown, the stakes uncertain, and The outcome, a mystery, in the air.

"Yes, make sure the fly" "Doesn't come in the fire" "The breath of desire"
"May get you flying higher"

But one thing is certain, this much I know,
The battle will end, and one will be vanquished.
The victor will claim the spoils of war,
and the loser, left to lick their wounds and be banished.

"He's a coward," she asserted, "a rotten sheep." "He thinks he's God,
but he's the lowest creep."
"I'd breathe fire on him," said her voice,
"And make him wish he'd never been born."

Her voice spoke up, so calm and clear,
"I'm here to show them who's who to be."
"Too cowardly to talk against me," said she, "they hide behind shells, you see."

"I'm here to show them who's who to be," She let out, "to show them that they can't push me around."
"I'm too cowardly to talk against you," he confessed. "I'm hiding behind shells, I'm not to be found."

"Unless you have the chivalry to be the self" "You've gotta be unless you're the person who let her be in it?"

The lady announced...
"I am really happy to see you fighting for me"
"It gives immense pleasure in calling you as Goddess of Glee"

"Sorry, I'm not a pleader," "I'm talking in to lead her!"
"I'm not a lawyer," declared her calm voice,
"I'm just talking in general, no choice."
"I've said what I needed to say," said her steady voice, "a natural kick to get away."

"A forest is a good place to get lost in," she told, "I was there a few weeks ago."
"Oh, gotcha. Well, forests still can be a perilous place..."

"Every step you take disturbs a universe under your feet." explained the wanderer. "Look in a magnifier, and you can see," said he, "a myriad of life is there to be."

"Which, if you think about it for a moment," added he.
"We are nothing but that same speck on a universe to be."

"Sara taught me to laugh lightly," she said, "and laugh often, and be healthy."

"Well, it's a good lesson," announced the wayfarer,
"be around people That make you laugh, if you aren't, expand your repertoire."

"Indeed, thank you," asserted she, "my dad used to say, leave the people who'd disturb the peace of your mind today."

 

[butters]

poem #14

(title)


1:
a lone, worn brown bottle
dips and bobs—here, gone
plays peek-a-boo in waves
as it holds a broken brush

2:
Amazon light—green, wet
frogs wear bright splashes
make bubble nests up high
in salmon-brash bromeliads

3:
pocked sedimentary bedrock
drives granular investigations
yellow-tape talk of sand & stars
if memories erode, or fossilise

4:
palsy sneers, relentless bitch
grips a cigarette; smoke tails
jitter on the air, wreathe small
cheap frames with dirty panes

5:
windows wide-open to summer
a lemon-yellow cottage perches
on a clifftop, children chiming
delicious wild clambering roses

 

[OtherMan]

We are a part…
all mental-sized minds.
Still…
with sub-basement floors…
filling from start
with full
fluid kinds
of flooded
memory stores.

7/5/23

#41

 

[Ashesh9]

Wimbledon
Wimbledon has started......
Whites on Green
Players' ages range:
From forties to teen!
Strawberry with Vanilla
Djokovich with Rybakina....
Singles, Doubles.....Mixed
Where dreams/ambitions get nixed .....
Careers are made.....
Superstars get launched.
All across the Globe
Fans get frenzied and staunch...ed!!!

 

[Broken_paladin]

It weaves its way through heart and soul
Like life itself it takes a toll
It shapes our thoughts and inspires dreams
It gives us strength in times of need
To fight its flow its best you know
Love cant be stopped, where it goes it goes
We crave its warmth
But fear its touch
It moves within its such a rush
With inner voice we try to hush
And stop ourselves from becoming mush
Love is bold and love is strong
Hold on to it when the day gets long

 

[Tzara]

And If She Were a Vampire

would I as gladly bare my neck
to her indelicate lap of tongue
as I now do, lying back

as she, assiduously, seeks
quite another vital fluid—one
not all that different from blood?

Week 27: Poem 1: Total 40

 

[Mrtenant]

There Are No Words

Her words, her tone, sultry, seductive
Overwhelming, immentionally provocative

Kisses on my face, my neck, my lips
Electerrifically charged with passion

I want her, need her, have to have her
My body respondsibly knows it well

There she is, again and again and again
How can I be so worthiful of her love

Sinking once again into an erotic fog
Where we dwellishly indulge desires

Caressing her naked skin, all of her
Loving, touching, moanilyzing always

Take me home my love, where we belong
Under the sheets, wavecaressting

Such easy familiarity and such wonder
Desseribilty that never wanes

Engineuously, corrulpability, inevitasteability
You are mine and I am yours, eternastily

 

[Wonderer67]

It Was a Hot One

Humid too
One of those days
Where it could be sunny one moment
Then cloudy the next
Or maybe a pop-up thunderstorm
To make things interesting
The humidity was thick and heavy
You really could see it

I don’t mind it
Reminded me of being a kid on summer vacation
I always liked the heat
Heat and humidity never bothered me much
(My wife’s frizzy hair disagrees)

We busted our asses on the farm Sunday
Reinforcing a culvert
Over Coopalong Creek
Keeping Japanese knotweed at bay
Planted three dogwoods
To keep the streambank where it was

My L3 and L4 hated me for it.
They cursed at me: “You fucking SUCK...”
My reward was numb pain in my SI joints
And in my glutes

We got home
First thing I did was take some Aleve
And some cbd
Then took a dip in the pool
Neither of us were very hungry
But had some leftovers anyway
The mosquitos were out in full force
And the heat and humidity
Were still in the 80s

I thought it would be nice to
Take a summer evening drive
So we piled into our F150
And set course for getting lost

I love summertime drives
The hazy sun
Looking out at the farmland
Lost in my thoughts
Listening to music
Fields broken by tree line after tree line
We drove past Menschuk’s Sod Farm
And eventually got “lost” just as I’d hoped
I’d been down this road once or twice before
But it had been several years
I thought maybe we were somewhere deep
In Alexandria township

“Left or right, my babe?” I asked Becky at a T intersection
She thought about it – she never took decisions lightly
She weighed the pros and cons
Thought thru potential unintended consequences
What her gut was telling her
I was never one for patience or overthinking something…
But Rebecca likes to get things right
Taking in a variety of different data points

“Ummmm. Right.” She finally said, happy with her answer
She smiled at me, as if to say,
“You know me…”

Going right meant a storm looming in the distance
The clouds ahead were slate gray
Bursts of air lightning
Arced across the sky
Every once in a while

We continued on
I slowed down and looked at my radar
Didn’t look too bad
A not-so-loving glancing blow of a storm
A few drops landed on the windshield

The rain was a tease
Never really came down hard
At least not on us
But up north they were getting dumped on

We turned for home
At least where we thought it was
It was nice not to have time pressure
We passed more tree lines separating
Farms from other farms
It felt cooler
I felt calmer
My back wasn’t half as bad as I thought
Rebecca’s hair didn’t look very frizzy

I was in that very moment
Like a motherfucker

https://voca.ro/1jKzLLMsAmiX

27/52

 

[butters]

poem #15

read all about it!

i have nothing new to offer today
nothing newsworthy
or 'of note'

but the corn sat in freezer bags
following an icy plunge
to recover being ripped

from the hips of parent stems,
stripped nude, snapped
in two, the callous depilation

and brief scalding dip
has had a very
very very
shocking day

 

[Ambient4190]

l.

defenseless asleep a caress
on cheek heavy press to lips
startled awake warmth stripped
paralyzed eyes wide surprise

ll.

mischievous cold wind bluster
fair red apples and pumpkin
patch falls first pass a harvest
unmatched chilly morning

lll.

cowboy covered in dust
dirt swaggered into a bar
millie upstairs back at work
swollen bosom ample full

lV.

project delayed no overtime
permitted owner dismayed
deadline not met employees
distressed merger negated

V.

dressed in black once more
that generation almost gone
soon to travel old road home
leave the movie studios undone

 

[Braced4Impact]

Alone upon the throne I departed
Came to shit but only farted
Saw a hole in the stall next door
And a pair of knees upon the floor
Dropped my trousers and freed the snake
For a good time for goodness sake
Heard her slurp and heard her moan
When I was done reached for my phone
Sent a text to my wife so dear
"On my way home, no need to fear."
Heard a phone buzz from the same stall
My heart skipped a beat and I heard her call
"I'll meet you there, just had a quick snack."
"Take your time," I said and put my phone back.
I knocked on the door and said to my better half
"How about another round?" and we both started to laugh
I stuck it back in and once more did I spurt
And made sure she enjoyed her cream-filled dessert.

 

[butters]

poem #16

heretical thoughts on a hot day

betrayed by
flesh:blood
beats tattoos
against the
underside of
skin flushed
in steady push to expand surface area on palms and soles, prime targets for a body demanding to be cooled, dilating veins, capillaries, speeding respiration, boosting all perspiration till this body is a cross i wear and i wonder (in a quite non-violent way)
if i take a blade
to these hands
& these feet
release the
pounding
pressure
prick my
sweating
forehead
open rib
beneath
a breast
would the drumming
slow, would my body
cool, or would i
simply feel
stig
mat
ised
?





revision 1:


heretical thoughts on a hot day

betrayed by
flesh: blood
beats tattoos
against the
underside of
skin flushed
in steady push to expand surface area on palms and soles, prime targets for a
body demanding to be cooled, dilating veins, capillaries, speeding respiration,
& boosting all perspiration till this body is a cross i wear and i wonder if—in a
quite non-violent
way—i should
take sharpened
blade to both
my hands &
these 2 feet,
release that
p-pounding
pressure, if
i prick slick
forehead,
open a rib
beneath a
breast, will
wild drums
slow &body
cool, or will
i simply feel
stigmatised
?


revision 2:


heretical thoughts on a hot day

betrayed by
flesh: blood
beats tattoos
against the
underside of
skin flushed
in steady push to expand surface area on palms and soles, prime targets for a
body demanding to be cooled, dilating veins, capillaries, speeding respiration,
& boosting all perspiration till this body is a cross i wear and i wonder—in a
quite non-violent
way—if i should
take a wicked
blade to both
my hands &
these 2 feet,
release that
p-pounding
pressure, if
i should prick
slick brow, &
pierce a rib
beneath my
breast, will
wild drums
slow & body
cool, or will
i simply feel
stigmatised
?​

 

[Angeline]

Cadralor #1*

1. A guitar stands like a sentry
in the corner of a white room.
Steel strings are unruly
at the pegs, a wood hourglass
with a bad haircut.

2. Snow rising on the deck,
fat flakes falling, accumulating
"By God it's a true Noreaster!"
A woman is framed in the doorway,
steam rising, aromatic, from a mug.

3. Slippin and a slidin,
peekin and a hidin, the road is lost
under this frozen carpet, a landscape
of uncharted humps and one
plastic Santa tied to a tree.

4. He wears shorts on March 1st,
no matter the weather and his knees
are pale and bony, oddly hairless.
"You bettah watch out for him deah,
likin' the drink like he does."

5. These rooms are sterile,
iron beds, cupboards. Shut the damn door:
I'm sick of her tv. Life was different when you
were alive. When you were alive life was.


Week 27, Poem 1, Total 33

*Thank you butters!