30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

[UnderYourSpell]

gkhm - 5

When your head is filled with the craziness of love,
all the clichés one is advised to never cross thy pen,
so that your foolish poems speak of heart and dove,
the stars or moon, I'll love you there and back again.

Everything. we're told, has oft been writ before
and these much more than any other, truth be told,
but I cannot seem to shift away, so write je t'adore
until once more I can you in my loving arms enfold.

From all of this I only may surmise, and still suppose ,
what is love if not to bring alive in hearts across the globe,
the biggest cliché of all time, and yet to us new prose?
I fall into your arms with eyes of love as you disrobe.

My Lord, this heaven here on earth, yet far, far away
is ours, I'll love you for now, and until my dying day.

 

[champagne1982]

9 April 2019

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Crystals of Selenium
glosa from Train's Lyrics Drops of Jupiter

mote:
Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone
Conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had, and me.

glos:

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
and buttermilk biscuits made with my cold hands?
These hands you warm within your own and whisper
It'll be ok.
Don't tell me pretty lies you think I want to hear.

I'm there and here, on your team when you lose the game,
your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong,
I know the lyrics to the song and it's pretty but sometimes
more empty than you know.

Can you imagine no first dance,
that bit about selenium being a trace
and remember I said how essential it is for life?

This isn't a freeze-dried romance based on a five hour
phone conversation. I won't let it fall apart and grind to dust.
Just hold me and let me know my trust is worth it.

I know how you take your coffee
but baby, this is something far better
than the best soy latte that you ever had a notion
to turn your nose up against. Double, double -
mine comes with feeling good kisses, and me.


.

 

[cascadiabound]

April 1:9

plaited submission

Three fine strands
Plaited on command
Each turn and twist
Binds our love
Makes me mindful
This subtle act
Visible sign
A tiny braid
Brushing my shoulder
Kissing me lightly
Wrapped in care

 

[UnderYourSpell]

gkhm - 6

I love you!
A million voices couldn't sing
the song that bursts from my heart,
the passionate fire, violent desire
that burns in it's flame,
all consuming, until willingly
I'm lost in
your eyes.

 

[champagne1982]

10 Apr 2019

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The Ypres Salient

You mentioned, when telling me
about those short years that grew
into a lifetime, how you managed
to stay warm and dry in the foxhole.
Two issued fleece blankets, as much
dry straw as you could find for bedding
over the mud of the field below Vimy Ridge,
one cover spread over that mat the other,
kept pristine as prayer and diligence could -
you said "Fresh as a virgin!" and at least
one discerning adult woman exclaimed
at you to remember where you were.
I could see memory shadows shade
your eyes and knew you were full aware
of where you'd been. With a shake, you
continued to give me a practical lesson
in survival in trenches winding on for miles

Sleep with your boots on and be sure
they're laced right over left, so the Gurkha
sappers could feel your boot laces in the dark
and leave you sleep, while those men, not allied,
by testimony of their boots, would have their throats
slit and bleed into the dirt. Put your clean socks
inside your pants so they're warm and dry at reveille,
then lay on the blanket down over the straw.
Fold yourself in an envelope, a letter home if you
don't wake up. Let the mud and the rain
and the frost freeze solid and you - waterproof,
windproof and warm - would doze, your helmet
over your nuts and your rucksack under your head.
You promised the sleep of the dead,
and that was what it was for some didn't rise

the next dawn, the sergeant going down the rows.
Kicking the feet of the cocooned soldiers. The flu
was rampant, dysentery and pneumonia, broken
hearts and minds incapable of waiting for the order
to go forward and throw yourself into the line of fire,
which you did on the morning of April 9th, 1917.
On your way up out of the rear tunnels and trenches
you passed white faced boys who lie weeping,
some too exhausted to brush away the rats
come nibbling , instead tucking their hands
into armpits and ignoring the trampling of rodents.

Dear Uncle Jim, I am so sorry your youth
was stolen, first by poverty at home
and then by the horrors of war over there.
Over there where you sang ribald songs
and drank blinding liquor to get so drunk
that the only thing left to do, was vomit
and run to the next overturned tank
still hot from the shell barrage and wait
for the guns to adjust and fire, advance,
follow the bombardment upward. To
at last, take and hold that bastard hill,
and make it so you and your brothers
in arms could at last, come home​

.

 

[cascadiabound]

April 1:10

^^^ that is a tough act to follow

Tides and Time

Tide goddess
relentless
ebbs and flows
predictable and yet
no two tides
are the same

Marking the moon
currents push
and pull
playing with the wind
until the waves
stand at attention
roiling and confused

Steady as she goes
hazel eyes
meet the horizon
clams spray
sodden driftwood
shifts and settles

Tide goddess
marks the time
without a watch
celestial bodies
tug heartstrings
wrapped in kelp

Revealing exposing
receding
advancing
concealing once again
changing shape and contours
kissing dewy shores
with salted magic

 

[UnderYourSpell]

gkhm - 7

When I was a child, monsters
fuelled by a teasing older sister,
lived under my bed.
As I grew I learned to treat
her cruel words with scorn,
there were no monsters,
but now in my later life I realise,
they do indeed exist,
Just not as fanged entities
lusting for blood and gore.
Today's monsters use words
to devour their prey.

 

[champagne1982]

11 Apr 2019

Fake poetry AS

Too tired for poetry, I think I'll fake it for tonight.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

gkhm - 8

A Half Lento.

Stolen four hours just being alone with you,
swollen hearts filled, this love is enough.
Exposed emotions raw, exciting, still new
composed poems, leaving you's still rough.

Knowing that you love me too, brings joy,
glowing through my system, as a lave spill,
Soar into space, my sun, my moon, my stars,
Your English rose comes for you, at your will.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

gkhm - 9

Easy on my eye you bend in for a kiss
Relying on the merest subtle touch
Over my skin, a haiku of sensation

Trickling across vellum, a sure sensation
Increased by every fervent melting kiss
Covering my nakedness, I yearn a touch.

Special in every way each newest touch,
Unerringly reaching for a final sensation,
Master of seduction from that first kiss.

Melding as if as one and joined to kiss
Elusive longings disappear, sensation
Revealed before your insistent touch.

A kiss a sensual touch, devoured by sensation.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

gkhm - 10

My Father was in The Home Guard, long before I was born.
The real 'Dad's Army' and so often thought of with ridicule,
a rag-taggle band of volunteers, too old or young to fight,
or as in my Father's case in a reserved occupation.
Yet they still did their regular jobs,
then drilled and patrolled around their work.
Men of the Home Guard were not only readied for invasion,
but also performed other roles including bomb disposal
and manning anti-aircraft and coastal artillery.
Guarding our shores, men to be proud of...... and I am.
.................................
Churchill said of the Home Guard: 'These officers and men, a large proportion of whom have been through the last war, have the strongest desire to attack and come to close quarters with the enemy wherever he may appear. Should the invader come to Britain, there will be no placid lying down of the people in submission before him, as we have seen, alas, in other countries. We shall defend every village, every town, and every city'.

 

[cascadiabound]

April 1:11

book club ladies
gather monthly
a sisterhood
of shared stories
read and lived

 

[todski28]

1.1

Juice sprays as the blade parts
grapefruit drizzles
plump swollen with the promise
of sweet

The moon bleeds luminescence
pale hollows of midnight
ghost a glow
on the chiffon

and you taste of
silk in the dark
lithe beneath the straining
of my demons
awaiting the surrender
pulse rushes
and the damned among us
wish they could sing in the soft
glow of willing flesh

 

[UnderYourSpell]

gkhm - 11

There are songs that tell us of how
nothing lasts forever, so I vow
not to take this for granted
or be disenchanted,
to enjoy with love, what we have now.

 

[todski28]

1.2

As if dice could predict
the moment
when I fell into chaos
circadian rhythms are a fucking sham

I used to think along those lines
when hedonism was the way
a whet appetite was slaked
by lapping at the attentions of the latest
lost soul looking to ride away the hours
in sweat and the stench of nihilistic
pleasure splayed gushing onto the sheets

daylight always seemed too bright
harsh realities crunch
grit between the teeth
and the covers crack with filth
and you lay too pure to be stained with
gutters, concrete, blood, piss and semen...

another night
another glass
thirst was succoured by a shot of tequila
mixed with salt of night time revelries
a splash of DNA on a smoothe canvass
Rembrandt wished he could have used
one Picasso found in the abstraction of contorted limbs

there amidst the remnants of what I thought I knew
knowledge grew that there was more
more than the simple pleasure of impaled flesh
and quaking bone

 

[UnderYourSpell]

gkhm - 12

Can I grow old with you?
You there and me here

Too late to grow old.
We'll have to try for really old.

We could forget we're old,
I'm acting like a lovesick teen already.

It's adorable. I'm sure you have
a notebook filled with you practising
how to join your name with mine.

 

[todski28]

1.3

I lost the will to be poetic
when you brought up your two dollar whore
panties
and how the wet patch is growing

here I was
thinking big words
and poetic phrases
trying to entice you to make love

when all you really wanted was to
feel the indent of the wall against your back
and me crushing into you

it killed me when you whispered I'd slide into you
like a tempered sword through ice cream
somewhere your name became porn
and your breath a series of verbs

 

[UnderYourSpell]

gkhm - 13

He makes her beg for biscuits
to assuage her hunger,
yet her pleases incur anger,
so she backs off in tears
and the world outside with disbelief
sees only a true gentleman,
not what she sees
.......... and so it goes on
under their noses,
because old school and all that,
it's nobody else's business.

 

[todski28]

1.4

There are times when I’ve thought
you will never be more beautiful than this
curled calligraphy
strung out lines that link one to the other
when you wrapped the context in inverted commas
drawing an exclamation point
to punctuate the depth of poetry
and the nuances between each
shifting position

being narrated in prose
contorted to the lines of a saga
wrapped in the heat of each
fractured heart beat
consumed in the story
told throughout the millennium
of lust carved into paper
where each stanza is a climax

 

[UnderYourSpell]

gkhm - 14

I dream of rainbow snakes,
in a dance of colours
so intricate that patterns
twirl in my head.
Snakes crawling over snakes,
across my breasts
and up my back,
until I wake with a start,
and a gasp.

 

[cascadiabound]

Aprilyn 2:1

Prey

red and white fur flies
past my legs into the thicket
gone after a cat or a rabbit
thrashing in the brush
white tipped tail a brief flag
no turning back now
driven by prey instinct

 

[cascadiabound]

• You may stop and restart the challenge at any time. For example, if you forget on the 17th day to write a poem you can restart at "1" on day 18, which would make it a second attempt of the challenge, being: 2-1 (what a bummer if that does happen).

never mind. not eligible today

 

[cascadiabound]

not eligible today

 

[cascadiabound]

not eligible today

 

[cascadiabound]

nevermind