30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

Don't know - 27

When the rain stopped, the sun weakly at first,
filtered through clouds still streaking the sky,
passing through soaked, dripping tree leaves
claiming rainbows in rapidly shrinking puddles.
Daisies who in the sudden onslaught drooped,
now shook away their burden and lifted heads,
swivelling to find the healing rays now pouring
through to warm her earth and all waiting in it.
 
Don't know - 28

The Michaelmas Daisies smothered with butterflies
are now gone, as are the roses once tended by my
Father's workworn hands. Bygones of a distant time
when Grandmas carried mints and smelled of Violets.
 
Don't know - 29

My computer is fucked so I hope to make it to the end.


We gathered to sing hymns
for the Sunday School Anniversary,,
high on a platform smothered in flowers,
still the scent of Lilacs takes me back.
 
Again - 1

Re-reading poems by Tathagata, eagleyez, Deep Asleep,
Liar, annaswirls and so many more, is like entering
another lost era, whose society I luckily glimpsed
from the edges, before it disappeared forever.
 
Again - 2

Perhaps the answer never was in the skies,
but underground where the wild things are,
Pixies regaled in shades of mossy green
and russet autumn shades, shot through
with golden threads, Hammer-made upon
anvils of browned roots akin to the trees of life.
 
Again - 3

Who shines the stars after the rain of life
has tarnished their sparkle?
Winter white tipped pines washing the blue
but too lowly for the out of reach guardians of the skies?
Maybe the Sky Lark songstress, her calls
rivalling the male, soaring high above the earth?
 
Again - 4

i like you and it worries me that i do,
it makes my life harder
and leaves me confused and jealous
but i like you
and it feels good.
i like how casual we are,
so casual i don't have to use capitals.
how you touch me just to make me shiver,
how you steal small kisses
and then laugh because you know
you shouldn't have.
i like how i tell you everything
and you don't even flinch
;
and yes, i sleep next to someone else,
someone i love more than life itself.
 
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Again - 5

Wild flowers growing in a haze of blue blooms
in the distance, the unreachable, viewed everyday
from my window, Visiting hive free bees flying
overhead towards their target and I watched
them go, until the haze was no more and I saw
my vista disappear with the season's light to dark.
 
Again - 6

Do you eat in full colour?
The bright orange of carrots nestling
with fresh garden peas, awaiting
jewelled encrusted cranberry sauce?
 
First Times - 1

All day long
it had grown
somewhere
deep inside.
Intangible.
Indescribable.
So very well-known.
Bathed in expectations,
fingers pulled tight.
Delicately done cording unwound,
it was time to unwrap the silken shell,
sinfully wicked red with silver patterns.
Today, no moans could be heard
giving away tension's relief,
just the slightest ever sigh.
Where were the eyes
following every motion,
that would lighten up
with joyful emotions?
This absurd eve
felt strange,
ineffable,
distant,
cold.

Unwrapping a Christmas present alone.​
 
Again - 7

Much has happened here
and will happen again.
The walls murmur with knowledge
of past violations
seeping into the fabric.
Waiting.
For however long it takes.
 
First Times - 2

Upright

Year's end was close
when once floor-bound eyes
to a new dawn rose.

Magda, seventy-three
servant for life,
finally free.

She'd underwent so much
in her own home first
then in her master's clutch.

The man at the door
the very first one
she had asked here for.

Not dropping a curtsy
but dragging him there,
where the floor was dirty.

Bloody, smashed and bent
the mansion's owner
at the staircase's end.

"I must beg pardon,
shouldn't have allowed him
that last strong drink, sergeant."

"Like always, I left for sleep,
but then this morning
all I could do was weep."

Pocketed nails dug into skin,
those of the landing's mat
she'd forgot to put back in.
 
Again - 8

The love tapestry on the walls of your mind
weaves multitudes of threads to intermingle
through life, growing and gradually filling in
the background until the full picture emerges.
 
First Times - 3

Chris Nikic

3-2-1, Go!

Oh, boy, what did they say,
you wouldn't be able to do?
You have come a long way
and did Lucky's Lake too.
Instead of sitting down
you got on and got to
where most of nature's crown
would lose all and a shoe.

Proud of you, b...IRON MAN
 
First Times - 4

les petits danseurs

Crisp night addresses
skies' ballet on stage,
approved for any age,
accompanied by twirls and howls
When the curtain falls,
the land is deep asleep
below angels' dresses.

de la première neige
 
Again - 9

A wasp in his danger beware colours
of black and yellow, seeking only
to slake his thirst on a hot summers day,
slipped too far into the bird's water dish
and lay helpless until a gentle finger
extended, a lifeline brought him crawling
to safety. No sting but a fluttering
of wings in the heat of the sun, safety.
A droplet of water poured for him only,
he crawled to drink, fluttered a while longer,
then up and flew away.
 
First Times - 5

Born by broken pieces
raised by shock and awe
unspoiled finds the easy exit
this tiny death of truth
'It wasn't me,' after all.
 
First Times - 6

Focus!
Would it go well?
Fingers reaching out...

older than the most
way older, and shy even more
years of beating around the bush
with talking behind his back


...trying to get comfortable
ever slowly started to move
unskilled with those sinuous curves...

anyone can do it
it's easy, comes naturally
over time, practice, man
who could stand that forever?


...up and down, exploring the space
biting his lip, it seemed to work
easier - far from perfect, but...

finding the confidence
and someone to ask
who wouldn't laugh
at last, a sympathic woman


...with continous flow
spirits rising, the end at sight
a swift last stroke...

she had been kind
understanding
helpful
but most of all, been there


...sitting back
overwhelmed with joy
finally looking down on...

whenever she had guided his hand
there was this feeling
anticipation, when one day
he could say...


...the first line ever written.
 
First Times - 7

ripped from the sweet ground
of drowned wishes and fears
day's first slicing alarm sound
ambush near unguarded ears
 
First Times - 8

dementia

trembling eyelids
heavy hand on her face
parchment fed by a rivulet

tired from years
overflowing with memories
smiles, tears, love & anger

somewhere a leak
for everyone to see
how could it be?

thin waterfall gone astray
en route to his unsteady lip
only a silent breath

among all loose parts
first thing missing
her beautiful name
 
First Times - 9

Black Jack

Once upon time
wet feet ran dry
by digging hands
that built a bridge
upside down.

Turning the cards,
the fronts look different now.

What's we minus one?
You and them?
A division of union by zero pain?
Maximising the single parts?

So...farewell, loves,
first day without you.
 
First Times - 10

Heaven - almost

The day had come
she - so very legal - did
what never before
made her leave home.
Squeezed between bodies
on the way to glorified heights
with excitement on all their minds
she - eyes closed - heard the locks click.
The tingling - born minutes before
along the tight corridor - had spread
out of her tummy
to limbs and lips.

And then - with a bump - it started.

Vibrations, humming and soft,
went up, faster and pressing
into her - clinging to her seat,
she did not dare to scream.
No way, she would allow
her inner tsunami to show
to the witnessing crowd,
fallen silent and tense.

Next to nothing, she lost it all.

Suddenly,
all contact to the world disbanded.
The physical onrush, brutal now,
forced her into the cushions,
deeper, urgent, until, finally,
tension imploded,
from her inner core
sensation returned.
With the blood rush slowing
in relaxing body parts,
a deep male voice
intruded her ears.

emphatic and confident
calming bass
digging deeper
into her mind

"This is your captain speaking.
Welcome on board of flight..."
 
First Times - 11

'First things first,'
that's what they say
so try 'Hello';
'I missed you so,'
save for another date.
 
First Times - 12

Not your aunties' ones,
embarrassing runny smacks on jowls
sleeves were invented for,
followed by, "Oh, you have grown again."

Neither the parental ones,
pressed to foreheads, uncomfortable,
you are - for years! - too old for,
a silent "We're always around, butterfingers."

But that first sensuous touch
giving you a good idea
what lips are made for,
your plea, "Another one?"
 
First Times - 13

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Born in the dark of night,
given shape within a gray day,
hands made him neat and upright.
But how to grow old
if your heart stays cold?
One bright day, simply gone,
sleuthed him down the gateway.
Ran off with the first lukewarm sun.
Hats off, lovefool!
 

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