30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

[todski28]

I felt you shatter
gasping to find air
when everything is screaming

a montage of
flailing limbs
shutter clicks
as I slide into the wellspring
of your needs

the oldest dialect of mankind
is spoken in ancient tongues
dichotomies alight in dry lightning storms
where the air thrums with unseen power
before
a tsunami of sensations
clash with heat
waves creating and falling
a rush of water
upon the plunging of my wild fingers
while yours lock in a clenched fist
clinging to the tension as if letting go
will release gravity itself

mouth open you release a gasp
and like a rock thrown in a pond
you ripple
a seething slippery mass
of uncontrollable
the shockwave centre of an earthquake

you break again on the dawn
clouds part for a flash of
light in a curvaceous moment
reflected in the anklets my hands make about
Your achillies tendons

the tracks of teeth marks
that line you pretty throat
the swollen nipples
the hue of your cheeks
blush red
toes curled calves tensed
and I am trying to bury myself
in your bones
trying to fuck my self sane
as if the only way I can be anything more
than a man
is by tasting the humidity
in the air
planting more than seeds of doubt
and you have never looked more
like fire
than when I lost myself
submitting to the swell in my loins

whatever is left of that moment
is now leaking from between your thighs...

 

[cascadiabound]

Aprilyn 2:7

Jasmine tea and beads

flapper girl rolls back the rug
dancing twirls as beads shimmy
on her pink lace nightie
20’s music spins
on an old record player
put the kettle on
brew sweet jasmine tea
swaying, sipping
twirling, shimmying
stretching onto tiptoes
to reach that
heart shaped cookie cutter
flour butter sugar eggs
preheat the oven
rolling pin
rolls sweet dough
heart by heart
row by row
vanilla aroma
swirls through the air
three fifty degrees
and twelve minutes to
golden brown edges
cooling quickly
humming a light tune
flapper girl flounces happily
homemade lilac frosting
licking beaters clean
two dozen iced hearts
melt-in-your-mouth
goodness

 

[Lyricalli]

4-4

Shakshuka

Tomatoes bubbled gently
fragranced with warm spices
touch of chile, just-so garlic
its familiarity drifted through the house
beckoning his old bones
to the kitchen

His aged heart recalled
mother making this meal often
before they emigrated
it was the first supper she prepared
in a new home
in a strange land

Sarah, the older sister
could make it almost the same
and she served it to comfort
when mother died too few years later

His wife's was different
yet still the taste of home

Now he watches his daughter
putting the eggs in to poach
always until the yolk is perfect
a point of pride for them both

Spoonfuls of memories
spanning a lifetime
love and loss
mingled in a simple, spicy stew
garnished with the stories
he tells his grandchildren

 

[Mrtenant]

1-7

More Human


I have plastic in my shoulder
A steel plate in my skull
One glass eye and bridgework
One leg is steel past the knee
The other knee is plastic
Hips have been replaced.
And my heart is mechanical
One hand is prosthetic
And I wear a wig sometimes
I have a few colorful tattoos
Across my reconstructed breast
A replacement kidney
From a generous donor
A catheter I do not enjoy
Nor the colostomy bag
I use hearing aids
Have steel rods in my back
A reconstructed nose
I have a chip in my brain
To control my seizures
Unsure who I am
Unsure what I am
I don't quite feel human
Haven't for some time
What time and whatever grace
That is mine to give
I give it all to you, my people

 

[UnderYourSpell]

gkhm - 21

On days when

rains swell the stately river,
she leaves her bed
to swirl and dance,
unencumbered by swollen turbidity,
chasing debris from broken
banks, until caught
in the delta throat,
she pauses,

before surging triumphantly,
out to meet
the majestic sea.

 

[Mrtenant]

1-8

Deep into verdant Springtime
My lover glows with her ardor
Blest am I with her attentions
The kisses I rain upon her
Each a passion poem on fire
How I want her dancing in her love
Naked with me ‘neath the sheets
In my lap in a tight embrace
Over my knee, writhing in dance
Shrieking in pleasure pain
Dancing on the hardwoods
With a feisty twirl and a dip
A day of love just for you
My love with all my heart.

 

[Lyricalli]

4-5

Unfinished

I've lost the fear
of losing you
accepting the inevitable
won't be a crashing blow
but a long fade to silence
when the day may come
that the wind doesn't whisper
your love in my ear

 

[cascadiabound]

Aprilyn 2:8

Thirteen buttons

Thirteen of thirty buttons
From thigh to breastbone
Mother of pearl fasten
Sweet summer print
Soft swirling folds
With every step
Enticing the eye
Where calves and knees flash
Soft flesh beckons
Where buttons pull
oh so slightly
dark tresses gathered
into a messy bun
tendrils curled with sweat
cling just below the ear
where long earrings
bounce playfully
with smiling nods
and generous laughter
come kiss me, luv
these buttons beckon
undoing one by one
in the sweet small hours

 

[UnderYourSpell]

gkhm - 22

You're the joy of my being,
the fireworks in my sky,
my umbrella on a rainy day,
the reason for getting out of bed,
even more reason for getting
into entangled sheets, until
I sleep upon your shoulder
to wake to the face
that takes my breath away
with the depth of my love.
Right beside you is where
I belong, take my hand
........it holds my heart.

 

[cascadiabound]

Aprilyn 2:9

When the April rain
Splatters upon my tent
Wraps me in soft sound
Engendering fresh desire
Recalled from dreams
So vivid I wake
your taste in my mouth
memories of you and me
from that other life
long before the spring rains

In mossy woods
Pink rhodies bloom
In the soaking damp
fiddle heads uncurl
Tromping spongy duff
Between cedar giants
Beckon me back
With a slight smile
And outstretched hand
To our downy nest

When the April rain
Drips and settles
Upon leathery leaves
Dampening wisps of hair
Escaping rain hood
Kissing my face
In the chill air

When the April rains
Splatters upon our tent
Wrap me in strong arms
Sweet slow passion
finds the rhythm of
Wind soaked darkness
Let me taste your skin
Salty and sweet
Making new memories
To fill our dreams

 

[Lyricalli]

4-6

The pain was fresh
last week
keeping me awake
while I drowned in distraction
aching to feel
something
anything
that wasn't me
splitting at the seams

Tonight I'll sleep
stitches still tender
these wounds slow to heal
accustomed to tears
that break the silence
and the gun shot that echoes
in my head

 

[Mrtenant]

1-9

Through the narrow door
An ocean of adventure
Waiting just for you

 

[UnderYourSpell]

gkhm - 23

Words that soothe
an aching heart,
like a spirited pony
lost in it's own fear
of the unknown.
Horse whisperer
of the human kind,
talks softly, gentles,
slows the frantic
gallop to a walk.

 

[Lyricalli]

4-7

One Week Later

Friends gather, sharing tears and hugs, to remember when you were still here.

 

[Mrtenant]

1-10

Where to go, what to write
When my mind is numb
Where are the fancy words
The dreams come to life
The painted pictures
Of trees and flowers
Skies, stars, and love
Visions of her beauty
Yea, I do not know
Burning watery eyes
As my head throbs
What have I not written
Where is the cadence
What form, what tale
Where is the poem
That one poem that must be
How my mind is numb
My heart tired
Soul craves rest
What words may come
There is beauty
There is her

 

[cascadiabound]

Aprilyn 2:10

Stitch stitch purl

Winter rain in spring muddies the pathway
Factor’s house to shop, double shawls wrapped
‘round my shoulders warding off the chill

Starched petticoat rustles
with each step
of my blundstone boots
across the bright green
Spongy with moss

Coal smoke mingles with fresh baked bread
chickens scratch and Hetty spins
soft grey roving into yarn

willow switches woven
for climbing peas
stand in freshly turned dirt
awaiting peas
menglewurzels
snap beans

Tucked into the laborer’s cabin
HBC blankets piled on wood bunks
Wood needles click softly
Stitch stitch, purl,
knit two together
in cool grey light

 

[UnderYourSpell]

gkhm - 24

Life has written many lines upon us both
scoured by happiness, pain,
and it must be said, of age.
I trace each one caused by the journey
that's brought you here to me.
I kiss the laughter lines, I'm glad you've
had enough to write it on your face
and pray nothing deepens
the sorrow also pictured there.
Scarred we may be, but along the way
somehow we followed paths,
chose the right turning,
until suddenly over the hill, when the time
was right we discovered to our surprise,
friends do become lovers
and the love is deeper for the waiting.

 

[cascadiabound]

Aprilyn 2:11

Gusts race
across the Reach
riffling the surface
'neath the smokey
blue olympic silhouette

Wavelets glow
In low hanging sunlight
licking the rocky shore
Retreating, then advancing
Over low tide oyster beds

Content dog
Lounges by the fire
Flames dance in the wind
embers warm my knees
steaming mug clutched
In cold hands

 

[Mrtenant]

1-11

Aromas of meat
Sizzzling on a hot grill
Fiery good times

Frosty mug, cold beer
Refreshing me from the heat
May need another

Music in the wind
Rock and roll loud and lively
On the radio

Dance with me darling
While I prepare our dinner
Sunday afternoon

 

[Lyricalli]

4-8

Middle of the night
when I think of you most
the quiet can still break
with the memory of your voice
murmuring in my ear
my breath catches
pulse skips
and the years apart
evaporate for just a moment
and I feel you here again

 

[UnderYourSpell]

gkhm - 25

My old dog, grey of muzzle,
stubborn as hell,
the same age as me in dog years,
surprises me by leaping a fence
with inches to spare
to go hunting in the shrubbery.
You go boy!
Seems you're more nimble
of foot than I am!

 

[Mrtenant]

1-12

For every morning I see the light
A perfect sunrise piercing the dark
Grateful for the conscious breath I draw
Stepping forth from dreamless slumber
Grateful for life granted to me
Stretching limbs
How they crackle and pop
Aromas of coffee and toasted bread
Fill the crisp morning air
Brings me home
In fond rememberance
Blessings of a new day

 

[cascadiabound]

Aprilyn 2:12

Brisk spring day tempts me
Fresh greens unfurled branch by branch
As first blooms rain pink

Peach petals beckon
Generous orbs pink, red, white
top leathery leaves

 

[Lyricalli]

4-9

Honey, raw
unfiltered
drips from your tongue
and I swear
the sticky streams
slowly spreading down my thighs
is just coincidence

 

[UnderYourSpell]

gkhm - 26

Cream pie

What pie can I give for your birthday dear?
Maybe of what Shakespeare speaks,
after all All’s Well That Ends Well. "Your date
is better in your pie…than in your cheeks"!