30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

[Mrtenant]

2-8

Landscaping yards
In the coming Summer months
Felt its heat today

 

[cascadiabound]

May/ June 3:8

an array of yellows and golds
sunlight and reflections
for a texas scene
in the heart of the city
for good

 

[Mrtenant]

2-9

In the news there was news
New to some, news to all
Did you hear the news today?
What news? Same old thing
Bad news is all they report
Same news different day
Cmere baby, tell me what's new

 

[cascadiabound]

May/June 3:9

A rainbow of skeins
how to arrange?
Puzzle out the colors
Until they please
A lovely scarf
Will soon emerge
From busy hands

 

[Mrtenant]

2-10

Feel the low rumble
As four hundred wild horses
Cruise the city streets

 

[cascadiabound]

May/June 3:10

Take me for drive darling
Down a long winding road
Put the top down
On that black sleek car
Hand on your thigh
You shift up smoothly
Wind in my hair
Sun warms my shoulders
In my new sundress

A quiet spot
Overlooks the pavilion
Fields of red wild flowers
Smiling, you beckon
As you push the seats forward
Creating a nest
Barely big enough for two
Snuggling turns to groping
Nibbles feed our passion
Heated kisses
In the back seat
Convertible kisses
Are the best kisses

 

[Mrtenant]

2-11

Let me taste your lips
Feel their softness
With the tip of my tongue
Static arcs electrifying
And your body melts
Held warmly in my arms
My muscles tense
With anticipation and lust
Your lips, this kiss
Its all I know all I feel
Lasts forever and ever

 

[cascadiabound]

May/June 3:11

Unknit sweater
Crimped yarn
Wrapped into balls
Now awaits a new life

Mid 19th century fabric
Coral print green
And gold rush gold
Soon to be gauged
Pulling five yards
Into thirty inches

Ten pound coffee cans
Full of stones
Agates picked one by one
Held to the sun
To reveal
Fiery colors within

 

[maxmayer221]

awesome poems here... guys you are fantastic. I am beginner and PapersOwl helps me to improve my writing skills, so here we are..
all of us
standing on concrete floors for hours
and hours were daunting, but not as
much as the looks he knew would be
waiting for him
if Christmas morning
came and he didn't have just-the-right
pile of things
as wrapped and ready to go

 

[Mrtenant]

2-12

Tis always something
The prince doth strike once again
Yonder cockblocker

 

[cascadiabound]

May/June 3:12

Annika's fresh scones
dozens in a large wood bowl
homemade berry jam

 

[Mrtenant]

2-13

Go with me somewhere
In the middle of the night
Where darkness is pitch black
Feel it in your bones
The depths of time and space
Revealed in the surrounding pitch
A blanket of comfort
Where others feel terror
Or worse, loneliness
Take my hand and be guided
In realms of mystery
Vague memories of dreams
Nightmares giving chase
Hear the deep tones of my voice
As it fades into the distance
A kiss upon your tender neck
My teeth scraping your skin
Your desires unfolding
Even as the the darkness enfolds you
Creature of the night
No one can hear your shrieks
Is it pleasure or is it pain?
Which will you endure longer?
On an endless night
Your darkest dreams come to life
And yet you do not flee
Or beg to stop
Begging only for more
Your craving consuming
And echoes nightly
In your wicked heart
Of lust fulfilled in darkness

 

[cascadiabound]

may/june 3:13

Gray Japanese apron
Softly brushes my legs
Large pocket for scissors
Ironing, cutting
Pinning, sewing
Ripping errors
Tiny threads cling
To my apron
A day's work
Marked and framed
By my gray apron

 

[Piscator]

sorry wrong thread

 

[Mrtenant]

2-14

There is a key
Fits a peculiar lock
On an unusual gate
You can see through the grillwork
Magnificent swirls
Iron and brass
Intricate and beautiful
Woven ivy of morning glory
It must be purple in hue
As I caress its smoothness
Well crafted and warm
In the Summer sun
A faint smile
Taking the key
From around my neck
The tumblr turn
The gate swings open
No creaks or groans
Like some old barnyard gate
Well oiled perhaps
A merry path before me
Well tended flowers
Of marvelous hues
Leading away on down
By the stream
Where she sings
The love in her heart
She somehow
Someway
Shares with me

 

[cascadiabound]

may/june 3:14

Slips of fabric
Sips of color
Red pins
Sharp shears
Needle goes up and down
Seams form
New shapes emerge
Blue against green
Turquoise and azure
Burnt gold and merlot

 

[cascadiabound]

may/june 3:15

A murder of crows careen and flit, scolding loudly in the blue sky.

 

[Mrtenant]

2-15

When do they grow up
And how they grow up so fast
When boys become men

 

[Mrtenant]

2-16

Visions of a clean land
Free of trash, garbage
No more pollution
Waters running free and clear
A breath of fresh air
Just that, fresh
Do we live in filth at home?
Our home
For ourselves
Our children
Our descendants unborn
Oceans alive with life
Sandy beaches squeaky clean
For all we have worked
Fought, lived, died
For all our love
A clean place called home
A vision of beauty

 

[cascadiabound]

may/june 3:16

Light the old lantern
join me on the porch swing
crickets chirping in the dark
as your glass sweats
in the summer heat
my body folds against yours
fingers intertwine
heart to heart
your lips taste of whiskey
inhale my sweet fragrance
my hip snug against yours
two puzzle pieces connecting
nibble my earlobe
melting against you
your eyes gleam
in the flickering light
a smile as you tuck
a flower in my long dark hair

 

[Mrtenant]

2-17

We used to to dance on a Saturday night
Boots aswishing in the saw dust, man what a sight
There at the old honky tonk in the town of Jericho
Right next door to the old Conoco
Late at night after the last tune played
There was me and Mary Sue sweating from the love we'd made
How I loved her yellow curls and easy smile
Grateful for the time we'd danced for the while
Sipping more whiskey alone there at the bar
She's gone now, I don't know where or how far

 

[cascadiabound]

may/june 3:17

ain't we a pair
aching tooth
disrupts thought and sleep
upset tummy
chicken broth for meals
shivering in a blanket

ain't we a pair
little comfort tonight
sappy movie on tv
lights low to settle
pain and upset

ain't we a pair

 

[Mrtenant]

2-18

Stacks and stacks
Rows upon rows
There amongst the aisles
A desk and books
Opened and distinct
Old book smell
Thin and think
Wide and tall
So many
With pictures
All pictures
Words upon words
So much to read
Biographies
Sciences and art
Fiction of all sorts
Mysteries and romance
Science fiction and fantasy
Westerns and literature
History
Religion,
ATLASES
So many I have not read
So many that I have
Some few are old friends
In the comfort
Of a far corner
At my library

 

[cascadiabound]

May/june 3: 18

Old UFO waits in a basket
Variegated blue cotton
Abandoned for years
Awaiting buttons

12 silver buttons
Shiny new domes
Stitches counted
Mark the divisions
One by one
Buttonholes formed
Holding my breath
Bind off and then make new
One step closer
To wearing this cardigan



*UFO = unfinished object

 

[Mrtenant]

2-19

A long hot shower
After a hard day working
Outdoors in the sun