So... as usual, finals neared, and April just FLEW by.
I know it is MAY now.
But I still had 15 poems to go... So, let's see what I can knock out in one last adios sitting.
Basically, I'm conducting a Don't Think Just Write of poetry until I hit my original goal of 30. Here we go!
Poem 16
Help Me Mama?
Fix it Mama?
I have some?
Your tiny voice
so polite
so sweet
Mama!
I watch something?
I hold it?
I HOLD it.
You like?
Mama, you like?
So proud of your linguistics
imperfect
insistant
I love you Mama
chiming passwards
to my heart
Poem 17
WRITE NOW
demanded the meme
Lock yourself away
from the world
as it spins
crazy tilted
jacking up your schedule
WRITE NOW
the poets tweet
the blogger croon
the text demands
my mind begs
But I can't always
WRITE NOW
because sometimes
sometimes I'll miss the moment
the longer drawn out hurt of living
the pleasant spaces between the seconds when your lips turn into a smile
if I lock the door and place my fingers to the keys
I might miss all thing there are to write about
RIGHT
NOW
Poem 18
Keep squeezing
wring that brain like rag
there's an idea in there
fragments of worlds
pieces of protagonists
the footprints of a narrator
the whispers of a god
shards of a broken heart
drop by bloody drop
you can squeeze
them out
Poem 19
It's exhausting a bit
this poetry dash
my fingers say
STOP
Please?
Maybe
But they're only stalling
Stalling for my muse
who's taking a bathroom break
which is really a smoke break
she thinks I don't know
about all her dirty habits
how she leaves me alone
mid sentence sometimes
to get a hit, hanging out the window
trying to keep the cat from darting out
shhhhhing the dog that barks below
she leaves me stagnated with a glowing screen
alone in a dark room
while she indulges her own desires
in the crisp air of the moon
Poem 20
A title is like a good hat
a catchy garment
that every one leans
to get a good look at
the kind of hat
that makes them
search for the face below
eager to know the fabulous
human being that chose it
Okay, note: I finished poem 20, but as I was starting 21, I was interrupted by a toddler who wanted water and fishes instead of going back to bed. Fishes obtained because, why not, and here we go again...
Poem 21
Sometimes the run
is so long it feels it
has no end
no end
even when the end comes
you still feel your feet
spinning in the air
no traction
no where to go
but you can't stop
you just keep running
until you smack ground
again
Poem 22
Starting a poem
is like tearing off a bandaid
just like they say
writing is easy
you just sit down
and bleed
Poem 23
Distraction
your daring mistress
she calls when your spouse is home
waves to you at a party
admits to being alone with you
sends love letters to your office
meets you in the bathroom on break
You swear you're going to quit her
You're not even sure how it started
but every time she pulls you close
whispers your name
you follow her, spiraling again
Poem 24
Baby kisses
swallow you whole
leave you sticky
pleasantly damp
They squeeze your cheeks
squealing with delight
making clicking sounds
on your nose
holding your face hostage
until they're certain
the kiss is done
And after they're so
overwhelmed with
satisfaction at the
overzealous expression
of love
that you realize
it wasn't over-anything
it was an understantement
a pure message with no time for
fine tuning
and something
you'd never turn down
Okay baby interference again. Guess i am going to have to call it a night, but 10 isn't bad. Maybe I will knock out 5 more later.
I know it is MAY now.
But I still had 15 poems to go... So, let's see what I can knock out in one last adios sitting.
Basically, I'm conducting a Don't Think Just Write of poetry until I hit my original goal of 30. Here we go!
Poem 16
Help Me Mama?
Fix it Mama?
I have some?
Your tiny voice
so polite
so sweet
Mama!
I watch something?
I hold it?
I HOLD it.
You like?
Mama, you like?
So proud of your linguistics
imperfect
insistant
I love you Mama
chiming passwards
to my heart
Poem 17
WRITE NOW
demanded the meme
Lock yourself away
from the world
as it spins
crazy tilted
jacking up your schedule
WRITE NOW
the poets tweet
the blogger croon
the text demands
my mind begs
But I can't always
WRITE NOW
because sometimes
sometimes I'll miss the moment
the longer drawn out hurt of living
the pleasant spaces between the seconds when your lips turn into a smile
if I lock the door and place my fingers to the keys
I might miss all thing there are to write about
RIGHT
NOW
Poem 18
Keep squeezing
wring that brain like rag
there's an idea in there
fragments of worlds
pieces of protagonists
the footprints of a narrator
the whispers of a god
shards of a broken heart
drop by bloody drop
you can squeeze
them out
Poem 19
It's exhausting a bit
this poetry dash
my fingers say
STOP
Please?
Maybe
But they're only stalling
Stalling for my muse
who's taking a bathroom break
which is really a smoke break
she thinks I don't know
about all her dirty habits
how she leaves me alone
mid sentence sometimes
to get a hit, hanging out the window
trying to keep the cat from darting out
shhhhhing the dog that barks below
she leaves me stagnated with a glowing screen
alone in a dark room
while she indulges her own desires
in the crisp air of the moon
Poem 20
A title is like a good hat
a catchy garment
that every one leans
to get a good look at
the kind of hat
that makes them
search for the face below
eager to know the fabulous
human being that chose it
Okay, note: I finished poem 20, but as I was starting 21, I was interrupted by a toddler who wanted water and fishes instead of going back to bed. Fishes obtained because, why not, and here we go again...
Poem 21
Sometimes the run
is so long it feels it
has no end
no end
even when the end comes
you still feel your feet
spinning in the air
no traction
no where to go
but you can't stop
you just keep running
until you smack ground
again
Poem 22
Starting a poem
is like tearing off a bandaid
just like they say
writing is easy
you just sit down
and bleed
Poem 23
Distraction
your daring mistress
she calls when your spouse is home
waves to you at a party
admits to being alone with you
sends love letters to your office
meets you in the bathroom on break
You swear you're going to quit her
You're not even sure how it started
but every time she pulls you close
whispers your name
you follow her, spiraling again
Poem 24
Baby kisses
swallow you whole
leave you sticky
pleasantly damp
They squeeze your cheeks
squealing with delight
making clicking sounds
on your nose
holding your face hostage
until they're certain
the kiss is done
And after they're so
overwhelmed with
satisfaction at the
overzealous expression
of love
that you realize
it wasn't over-anything
it was an understantement
a pure message with no time for
fine tuning
and something
you'd never turn down
Okay baby interference again. Guess i am going to have to call it a night, but 10 isn't bad. Maybe I will knock out 5 more later.
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