30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

[Moochienanu]

6-25

Bind

Leave your mark upon me
In fingerprints of where you once
Kissed the flesh, dug in
To the supple, forgiving skin
Until tears welled that
Lubricate your need for more
Of its undeniably beautiful,
Exquisite pain

 

[Moochienanu]

6-26

wrapping You in my words

Read my words and feel me -
A hand on your cheek as we kiss
Needs of a lifetime of searching and found
Every word written
For you to remember
What it’s like to be close to one another

Read my words and feel me -
Legs wrapping around your torso
Your hands’ firm grip on my thighs
Every word written
For you to remember
What it’s like when we’re near each other

Read my words and hear me -
Whimpering needs falling from my lips
Groans and sighs singing against the walls
Every word written
For you to remember
What it’s like to be right there together

 

[Moochienanu]

6-27

Shoreline

Fingertips of memories
Sending chills of need
Following your hand
From the base of my spine

Heat builds
Between thighs
That crave your touch
That crave your teeth
Sinking in deep

When time is right
And breathing is impossible
As the waves come in

Nothing can stop it
Nothing can stop you
Nothing can stop
When it crashes

 

[Moochienanu]

6-28

When you go

Wishing for more
For ten more minutes
For time to stop
Like a heart does
As the ritual of separation
The replacement of barriers
The buttoning of shirt,
Tying of shoes
Covering your skin
Only moments ago
What was bare and open
Closes with a kiss
At the door
Where inside
I’m wishing for more
And hoping it wasn’t the last

 

[Moochienanu]

6-29

Fallen apart

A glass still too wet
Slipping from a firm grip
Fumbled through the
Outstretched fingers
To an impatiently waiting
Floor with a crack
And a soft, unforgiving,
Unforgettable breaking
That leaves shattered
Hopes and purpose
Of what once was
Now lying fragmented,
Fractured beyond repair

 

[Rockymtnman]

As the coffee brews
I stir
Rousted out of a dream of you
Fleeting images of a breast
I’m hard
You deliver the coffee
And so much more

 

[Rockymtnman]

Your pillow is still warm
I can hear you puttering around
Downstairs
My heart is full
As I teeter on the edge of
Consciousness
I return to sleep
Soundly

 

[Moochienanu]

6-30

Is this really the end?

Walking out into the new day.
Sweet petrichor of the season
Sinking into
The first lungs full.

Breathe me in like that.
Let me feel
Fresh depths of you
As each tick in time
Clicks off
The moments still away.

Each day more alone.
Daydreaming and sighing,
Dancing through
Overthought answers,
No longer recognized

All determined and solved
In the touch of fingertips
And lips
In that kiss
Which is never goodbye

 

[4degrees]

1
Black as the night you
Pull me through
My seeing eye dog
My guide dog, my
God Dog
Imagining you not
By my side, one day
I’ll be lost
Maybe
an ACO will
Cross my path
With a ten foot
Catch pole
Then someone
just like me
But not as fucked up,
Not quite
Will pull me from
The stinking pit
And that’s when I
Will love myself, at last

 

[HarryHill]

One Thought for Those Before

Because it's been so long
and this challenge is hell alone,
because words fell from her lips and pen,
because,
I don't know where I am.

 

[4degrees]

2
Every generation past
Believes ‘there’ one to be the last
With any common sense at all
As Darwinism takes its toll
How do we keep getting dumber
No one has nobody’s number

 

[butters]

okay, gonna give it a try but don't know how long i'll last. I blame H, of course

#1-1
bare-legged but wrapped in robe

he reclines on his throne
breakfasting on dragon's blood and coffee
one long and slender leg
raised to window's breath

my eyes are drawn to muddy snake
he carries on his shin—
surrounding skin
pale from long pants
scandinavian genes

it strives but never reaches
the angle of his knee
never visits curve of calf
nor joins its thicker sibling climbing thigh
content to nestle close to bone
flexing only when my darling changes pose

 

[HarryHill]

Two Consciousness

Again into the quagmire of stilted lines, cheesy rhymes,
involuntary procrastination that makes time drag.
I remember standing in the tub at Dagenham,
washed of twelve hours of sweat, people and jet fumes.
near asleep, but more awake than I'd ever been,
under your hands and gaze.

 

[4degrees]

3
Yesterday, I showed my dad
The sappy flow I used to have
With his magnifying visor
He holds the book just so
Not sure what he’s thinking,
About this son he did not know?


Speaking
Or even just thinking
Of you,
Is like that
Earworm song
Digging deep
Into my brain
Snakes and sevens
I never regret
Tattoos

 

[4degrees]

3
Yesterday, I showed my dad
The sappy flow I used to have
With his magnifying visor
He holds the book just so
Not sure what he’s thinking,
About this son he did not know?


Speaking
Or even just thinking
Of you,
Is like that
Earworm song
Digging deep
Into my brain
Snakes and sevens
I never regret
Tattoos

What have I become
Eighteen years gone
Swift as frames of
Moving pictures
And for you,
Eighteen years as well
Has time treated you
As lovingly as i

 

[butters]

#1-2

time to let go of the rope

when your idol floats
too much hot air
for too too long
too too too clearly
placing strain on those keeping hold
keeping him afloat
keeping mum
things are gonna get messy:
rather than have it explode in your face
maybe let go of the ropes

 

[HarryHill]

Three Hands

I'ma jive,
blind boy reaches out with three searching hands,
tries to find a voice unheard,
stumbles on the carpet,
falls to his knees,
someone help him up, someone please,
teach him the world a'int what you see
from some dark place of mystery.

Now,
a wizard appears with my plea,
helps up the boy that just can't see,
waves his wand, throws a spell.
'Ignoramus!'

 

[HarryHill]

Four-est

Fearful leaves of still green trees
dead laying in drifts
Summer says goodbye, farewell

 

[butters]

#1-3

when you and cat abandon me, i dream

i love it when you visit in my dreams
spend time, close, just with me
like this morning as i slept
while you sipped coffee at your desk

dream-scene: i'm reclined
on a broad, spacious sofa
as you sit relaxed
in soft-navy waistcoat
over t-shirt and cords
my head's on your belly
gently rising, falling
in rhythm with your breath
the only sounds wordless
submarine pulse, calm respiration

i still feel your fingers
trace fine hairs on my arm

 

[butters]

#1-4


in a bar room far far away...

when it comes to quality
twat rhymes with cat
(not hot)
and apostrophes are things of wonder
confusion and denials *smirk*
but dry or soggy
they drop like negative snowflakes on a page
take longer to melt away
but
imagination cannot be reined in
by dull-dry grammar rules of yore
his writings never fail to reignite
and ever fail to grow a tiresome bore

 

[HarryHill]

Five of Hearts

My thoughts like imaginary cards
flipped through a window to a hat in a yard,
ground covered in misses; a few hit the spot.

A walk in the sun to collect the deck
armed w/bacon and determination.
Downhill, downhill, the dogs asleep,
not lured by treat or entreat.
Stand arms akimbo.
Good to see you too.

Bacon delivered; cards retrieved,
fifty misses, a queen and knave in the spot
returned to the deck.
Shuffle away.

 

[4degrees]

1
Whups
Days blend like watercolors
It was a long
Pavement to follow
Then rails that reach
Farther than you see
I swear, I just wrote one
But it must’ve been
A daydream

 

[HarryHill]

Six Kinds of Hell

Zen settles the day.
Autumns finest retreats.
The Queen and Knave recline in their seats
King Richard huzzas thanks for saving his tail.
Pretender silent, deplumed on his roost.
Hen's chuckle and gossip about his big fail,
the dog nowhere to be seen,
but a portal's installed, slicky and all,
fig neatly trimmed; tin cut away.
The rest can wait for cooler weather.

 

[butters]

#1-5

age isn't just a number

unless it's numbered counting aches and pains:

a summer spent mostly inside
away from sun's voracious glare
reminds me of the number of our years
mostly ignored
but, maybe more, of just how fast
muscles adopt a temporary dementia—
forget their depth and tone, their elasticity
when daily chores of heft and shove and push-pull-drag
bends and stoops and reps of heavy buckets
dipped and hoisted, carried the distance
the swing and bite of splitting axe
the ups and downs of many stairs
fall to neglect for way too long

today was glorious
the simple acts of outdoors work
intro of a sliding door for hens
a change of yard space in the offing
sounds simple, right?
somehow it got more convoluted
strange poses were achieved
a game of shifting ladders, minding feet
power tools and mind the wasp nests
chase the chickens in their mad escape
—all returned
a few tail feathers lost to the act
none of them ours

*shifts, groans, time for a strictly-medicinal whiskey

 

[HarryHill]

Seven Seas

You never realize before diving in
just how wide and deep this ocean is
so here I am, far from shore,
treading water.

But, I felt an affinity for this young poet,
splashing near the beach,
followed him in, cavorting in these sweet waters.

The missus joined in, came out to where I was,
with that slow steady backstroke she does so well.
looked back, asked, where did he go?
I shook my head and answered.
Undertow.