30 Poems in 30 Days (Redux)

[4degrees]

3

Smashed flat
As a leaf with
Bulging veins
Lifted by a strange
Warm wind and carried
Farther than imagined
Than I wanted
No control just
At the mercy of
The wildness of
Universe’s breath
Takes me so high
So far and high
Like Icarus
Then I’m set
Down, on
Downy dewy grass
Still I’m flat
And still until
The wind picks up again

 

[HarryHill]

What, no chicks??

Twenty-eight, Protocol

Bad, bad 4degrees, quoting in this sacred place,
There's a thread for that, somewhere.
Don't clog the track in the middle of a race.
Bad me for quoting in the middle of Twenty-eight
<link>
Harry bailed, swamped by a cherry red sled.
He suspected it was driven by smithpeter,
Back from his cosmic tour, fickle bastard.
Bilgewater
He dried poetry, remembering a woman in his head.
A constant visitor,
slept in the middle,
panties only.
Nice jiggle.
Snuggled up w/the wife on a waterbed.
Gravity took care of the rest.
warmed his naked cock in the wee hours,
never a hand or a kiss,
never a whisper of tryst.
Then one day a confrontation, much to his surprise.
When are you going to fuck me?!
Madness in her eyes infecting him.
There's the rub.
Any sane man would have her down on her knees,
despite the omission of please.
Years later she was still handy and compliant,
asked to be released of her duties.
He bumfucked her and sent her on her way.
No proper send-off? the wife said
Still mad.

Now that sanity found its place.
He regrets acting in such haste,
and his need for
protocol.

 

[butters]

#3-10

----preppers----
(freeze warning)

no-bake a cheesecake
clean fire's ashes
bring in wood
neatly stack
lay extra hay down for the hens
sweep tree's debris
from off the porch
set Rosie's winter bed to rights
brush her shedding summer coat
get laundry done/dried/hung away
store water bottles down below
hang quilted curtains—bedroom window
pot roast in dutch oven, plural meals
wash cars and cover outside tap

now almost ready for deep-night's nap
(this poem's execution's c***)
we'll sip a whisky under covers
catch up on being married lovers

 

[4degrees]

4

Degrees of poetry
Conflict me inside
I must have something
To prove
To you
But I shall let
Sleeping snakes lie

 

[HarryHill]

Twenty-nine, Land Ho

Sometimes the best way from one place to another is not linear.

 

[butters]

#3-11

desperate measures

it's limerick time for the win
when poetry's hiding, akin
to toads in a hole
or slugs in a roll
and i'm here confessing this sin

 

[HarryHill]

Thirty, Goodbye

Hoping all poets, future and past,
will know how much I've had a blast,
wandering 'round this forum,
through years of days and nights.
How I've loved to be a part of you,
how I worship what you do.
And w/those words adieu.
Harry.

 

[4degrees]

5

Ride and sigh
As I watch
You fade out of
The mirror
I want to turn
My head
To turn around
But if I were to,
I think you’d
Be gone when I arrived

 

[4degrees]

6
6
6

Sex and the effects
When two entwined
In secret lovers knot
Touching with electric
Connection
You are my dream
And own concoction
I see you clear
As hell’s bells
Ringing true with
My wicked passion
My black lesions
Yawing wide open
And sucking you in

 

[4degrees]

7

Haven’t gotten this far in a minute..

Sleep becomes my
Great escape, my
Drug of choice
The slowness sounds
Of crumbling rock
And lulls me
Pulls me into a dream
A recurring one
Where I see people
I’ve never seen, in
Places I don’t remember
Going, before
Except here
In the safe warm space
Of Sleep

 

[4degrees]

8

Hate
There is such an
unyielding currant
Between my mouth and brain
A super magnet
Drawing in all
The chemicals,
Rummaging through in desperation
To find those, or that one
That will take me away
From the bad
The sad and ugly
Parts of me and this life
My denial wains with
These words, thoughts
And awake I am
To the starkness of
My addiction for
Relief

 

[4degrees]

9
9
9

I squint as if
It will help me hear
The words garble and
Sound foreign
A language i
Do not know
My divine translator
Comforts with
Patience
Saying the words
Are of a true love
A language i
Do not know
Something that slips by
I watch it attach
To twos, threes
And the spell is spun
Round them
I watch on and
Think of other things.

 

[4degrees]

10

Ten words won’t come to me,
Today,
I’m afraid.

Starkness of
Depth, worth,
A loathing only
Mirrored by
The one you almost
Have forgotten
Soon I will

Memories can blur into
Beautiful tales
Or ones of a sadness
Rarely felt here.

 

[4degrees]

11

Fuck your guns
Acting like they would be
Severed limbs
The only fucking country
Where school shootings
Don’t even arouse excitement
Anymore
Unless it’s your own
Kids’ school


*today there was a shooting leaving 2 and the shooter dead, at the school my 24 year old graduated from.

 

[4degrees]

11 redo

That was no poem


Anyhoo,

These windy woodsy
Midnights
thick carpet of dead
Leaves crunch
No concern
If someone hears,
Hopefully they’ll
Go the other way
Before sharp witchy
Claws drag
Across the neck and spine
Hear her hiss
This one, is mine.

 

[4degrees]

12


Without space-filling furniture
The echoes of their barks
Are nearly deafening
I turn up the music and
It’s like a concert hall
I put on my pug suit and
Feign a solo on Jonnii’s
Guitar
And think about
This weird life

 

[4degrees]

13

Again, I’m empty
Nothing new comes
Into mind
I dig in,
To no avail
I take a hit
And another,
And remember
All those years
I did without
Sooner or later
I’ll come up
With some kind
Of word Magik
Put a spell on
One or two of
You, again

 

[4degrees]

1

A fog coils
Caressing me like
An invisible lover
Embraces as others
Recoil from my
Blackness
Steadily widening
Emerging from
My core,
It fills mass and
Extremities
Inky and thick
Like the tears of
Billie Eilish

 

[4degrees]

2

Graying hair and memories
Like black and white photos,
Curling at the corners
And faded out, blurred
I think I shall prefer
To sometimes not
Remember

 

[4degrees]

3

The thinning veil
Beckons to my heart
Of cancer
Each beat resounds
Like a jelly coated bat
As it beats in the
Head, of this pain

 

[Moochienanu]

7-1

A beginning

It always starts
Just like this
The thought of your voice
A kiss on my collar bone
Resounding throughout
Every piece of me
A new beginning
Nuzzling into the month
Like the dreams of you
So close your warmth
Fills me

 

[Souless_Ginger]

7-1

A beginning

It always starts
Just like this
The thought of your voice
A kiss on my collar bone
Resounding throughout
Every piece of me
A new beginning
Nuzzling into the month
Like the dreams of you
So close your warmth
Fills me

Love your writing, deeply inspiring

 

[Moochienanu]

7-2

sweet poem

you know it’s bad
when the sound of
the front desk
candy drawer opening
makes your mouth ache
of post traumatic stress
felt in the tongue
a month of too much
gluttony catching up
and now it’s everything
to just keep on track
or get back on it
before it gets later into
this month where
savory, filling meals
will just make piled bricks
to climb out of
one workout after another

 

[Moochienanu]

7-3

misguided

lead me away
I don’t mind
you’re not always
on the right side
as long as I’m
on your right side

don’t forget me
while you’re away
that’s all I ask
or need of you
as long as I’m
in need of you

 

[Moochienanu]

7-4

In the untamed thoughts

carry me away
here, you lift me from the earth
we are floating above

clouds as a mattress
you lay me down
fingertips the stars

kiss along the lighted path
making every neuron fire
unlike anything else

these moments
deep within each other
breathing your need

a warmth radiating
from every word
feeling each touch

Just
Like
That