The end of the long road (60 of 365)

Day 60 of the 365 day poem challenge. 

Word of the day meaning:

"(especially of the eyes) full of rheum; watery."

The end of the long road 

Running in circles

Dizzy 

Rocking in bed

Melancholy

Truanting in love

Lost 

Flailing in tragedy

Prisoner 

Gnashing in throes

Dying 

Menacing in maw

Suffocated 

Ending in beginning

Rheumy.

Crepuscular (59 of 365)

Welcome to day 59 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day crepuscular meaning: "of or relating to twilight."

Crepuscular 

Dark and light melding

Orange yellow lilac red

When night becomes day 

Legend (58 of 365)

Welcome to day 58 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day aeolist meaning: "

(rare) A pompous person, pretending to have inspiration or spiritual insight."

Legend 

There is a figure about whom

Great tales are told

I could not tell you whether 

It be woman or man

But I see their guise in my mind

It's so clear now

The gloaming light casts their silhouette like eternal bronze

They are a wanderer 

They have been a vagabond

And most assuredly have lived in

The ways that you and I have

There is penance and 

Passion and mountains both physical and mental endured

They are etched upon their forehead

They have lost the 

Simpleness of youth

Their countenance is gnarled complexity 

They say that there will be never be another of their like

They say a great many things

The aeolist proclaims: "none shall be as those who have gone before"

But all that has gone before is 

Doomed to an eternal circle

Hero is a long ago and troubled word

Some might say they are few 

They are no longer real

Or others say they are become shadowy hazy apparitions 

They are rather miscast and robed in unfamiliar and vague garments 

They are enthroned

They are enshrined 

They are entombed 

They are enabled

They are defined

They are limited

They are bound

They are legend.

Lap of Tenderness (57 of 365)

Day 57 of the 365 poem challenge.

Word of the day persiflage meaning  "frivolous light hearted talk"

Lap of tenderness

And I never understood how she could see anything in me the way her hair was and the way her hand rested on my lap I'd never known such feelings our easy persiflage our easy way our togetherness and yet there was an absence of tenderness and an element of fantasy was it that she wanted me to be or that I wanted her to be an answer to my quandary on that moment this moment this electricity charged moment where her lips are thick with the candy of her cadence and my eyes are charged and an energy vibrates in me and this is ours and she and I will be something more as though this is my creative passion she is that and more to me

You stare at me and possess me like a thing possessed I can imagine you sitting grotesque in my lap and your tongue is like a dogs and it laps and it sticks onto me with pornographic intent you dream of me in some phantasmagoria as though I were yours and you mine and that I was somehow undiscoverable and unknowable use synonyms use exotic wild untamed use names and words for me pretend that it's not my labia you want to bury and meld with pretend and dream of lies where we are happy and I laugh and its in slow motion and my lips are fat with music and harmony do not confuse contempt for lust.

Hymn from an Atheist (56 of 365)

Day 56 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day intercession meaning "the action of intervening on behalf of another, or the action of saying a prayer on behalf of another."

Hymn from an Atheist 

There is no hope turn back

There is no justice here 

There is profit only to be reaped in suffering 

There is no regard 

There is no censure of abhorrence 

There is no protection from doom and tragedy

There is no elegy

There is no respite 

There is no absolution and consolation 

There is no one that hears your prayers

There is no guiding light

There is no path

There is no way 

There is no good, just as there is no bad

There is no monotony just cacophony

There is no harmony only chaos

There is no end

There is no stopping 

There is no humble supplication for forbearance or intercession 

There is no parable

There is no guardian

There is no guide 

There is no messenger.

White (55 of 365)

Day 55 of the 366 day poem challenge.

Word of the day jingoist meaning: "Jingoism is an extreme form of patriotism that often calls for violence towards foreigners and foreign countries. Patriotism — a love for one's country — can, in certain cases, turn nasty and go beyond wishing for the welfare of one's own homeland."

White 

This is the jumping off point

The last fact to drop

Your inequality is my joy

Your failures are my success

I am a jingoist 

My contempt is invisible

But carries its name in my thick 

Expensive boots

This is my rebellion to grasp

Onto the unloose-able

To strangle strength from weakness

The bitterness in my chest

Is the thought of equilibrium

The scales must remain as 

They are and I am on the top of

The see-saw and my language is 

The only language

My words are your words now

My world is the only world

There is no other possibility

You are trapped

You are a caged animal in my zoo

Safe and behind bars

You emit a stench 

I turn my nose at you

I turn my eyes away from you

I turn my ears away from you

You are scum

Give me your money

Give me your soul

Let me have your heart

Let me eat your food

Let me consume you 

Let me never understand you

You shall be mute 

Eternity is mine

Religion is mine

The only God is my god

Worship me 

The law is mine and its word is 

My word 

Welcome to hell 

Welcome to denigration and vilification

Welcome to denial 

You are an alien

I am a parasite 

There is no charity but you will never see

You will never see my invisible contempt

You will never know me

You will never understand me

You stand in your ghetto and

I'll stand in mine.

Morning Mitosis (54 of 365)

Day 54 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day mitosis meaning: "a nuclear division plus cytokinesis, and produces two identical daughter cells during prophase, prometaphase, metaphase, anaphase, and telophase."

Morning Mitosis 

My tired old face and my mirror 

And My tired old face...

And face wash and moisturiser and herbal oil and foundation and deodorant and blush and eye shadow and pastel and pencil and mascara and lipstick...

And stockings or no socks and bra or sports bra and clips or no clips and lace or no lace and underwear and skirt or dress or top and buttons or no buttons and lace or no lace and zipper or no zipper no socks and flats or heels or wedges or sneakers then heels...

And Toast or muffins or crumpets or cereal and coffee or tea and camomile or earl grey or English breakfast and black or milk or sugar or milk and sugar...

And Walk and trudge and meander and amble and train or bus or car or car and train and bus and park or walk...

and sit 

and sit 

and sit 

and sit 

and look 

and sit.

Lust (53 of 365)

Day 53 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day avidity meaning "keen interest or enthusiasm".

Lust

Taken over 

Distracted inert 

Absent avidity 

Fantasy unattainable 

Depression sinking 

Eyes shut mind wide

Lucid orgasmic dreaming

Reality distraction

Extract imagination 

Impossible feeling

Pleasure forbidden 

Release all consuming

Apathetic 

Poetry absent from poem

Pornography brain

Rewired robbed retired.

The birds and the bees (52 of 365)

Day 52 of the 365 day poem challenge.

1. Word of the day Propolis: a red or brown resinous substance collected by honeybees from tree buds, used by them to fill crevices and to fix and varnish honeycombs.

   
   

The birds and the bees 

In fear of the absent propolis

And Ejaculation of waspish

Whims 

I traversed the honeycomb

And kissed the Queens and workers

Too

The stripes are absinthe to me

And toxic perfume escapes only to be

Stung

Mamalian (51 of 366)

Day 51 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day mammalian meaning "Any of various warm- blooded vertebrate animals"

Mammalian 

We breath 

We eat

We lie

Our lungs expand and shift 

Under the weight of souls

They are poorly fitted to these

Forms 

Why so easily tethered

Why not free

Why so restricted to the patterns

Of the earth and seasons 

When we now touch the sky

And write worlds 

Worlds of such wonder

And we have created magic

But are forever impotent to use it

Finally our skins sag away

Like snakes we scuttle off

Into the ground 

And we are wet logs

Awaiting the grand exhalation 

Of the dying earth.

Bespoke Paradise (52 of 365)

Word of the day bespoke meaning "(of goods, especially clothing) made to order."

Bespoke Paradise

Somewhere along that dirt road

Sits a glorious house that leers like a throne over the valleys below

The creek beds form a brilliant necklace at its feet 

And then road to reach it is richly hemmed

Dark spores hover over tall

Gilded Windows

Archways and trellises bare opulent marble halls and granite stair ways

Cold and aloof the house stares out 

It's tall window eyes are an abyss

Inside is the cold lonely ethereal

Knowledge of books

Mostly on display now

Mostly left to rot 

To sit in this hall

The cutlery does the same and it shines so splendidly beside the silken napkins

And beside the bell boys

And the bell birds, magpies, wrens and gulls 

The lawns are regal and stout

There is birch, maple, elm, oak and Ivy in abundance

There are pale faces all around

Ones that are borne into the vast halls and ones borne into the narrow claustrophobic shoots below

That which is worth 

The stagnant worth accumulated

Once by ardour and then consumed

By lust and profit 

So it sinks down

And wood is only wood

The carpets are only carpets

The trellised ceilings are only a flat plane above ones head

There is no art

Derelict and hollowed out

This is its death.

Irrepressible Embrace (50 of 365)

Welcome to day 50 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day irrepressible meaning "not able to be controlled or restrained."

Irrepressible Embrace 

The slender touch of 

Two bodies melting into one

The smoulder of your gasps 

The after glow and the ecstasy

Of rolling and tumbling bodies

Your back arches and 

Moans escape my heart 

Which aches and longs to be close

To you

I heave my all 

I must have all of you

I must transcend everything 

I must be the supreme 

the very best

I must be your climax

So we saunter together

And your hand is milk perfection

The glow of your eyes 

Keeps a beat in my step

When we are alone 

The comfort of being near to you

Echoes through my body 

And my veins choke and tire

With all the happiness 

This nothing brings 

Swelling up like a chorus 

I kiss your throat

I feel your hunger 

The lazy days wind on

You sit beside me 

And we collapse into a warm

Irrepressible embrace

There we lie 

You and I.

Room 107 (49 of 365)

Welcome to day 49 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day congenial meaning: "of a thing) pleasant or agreeable because suited to one's taste or inclination."

Room 107

The silence of rushing water

Through old corrugated pipes

The loudness of bedsheets 

Tha-lumping under my back

The kiss of rain on the window 

That spreads hot in my chest

The tired caress of a long day

Upon the soles of my feet

The lick of the fireside

Stirs the marrow in my weary bones

The congenial reflections of flowers in every hue

The yoke of morning kissing

Unknotting fuzzy heads 

The fragrance of hay between pillars and polished floors

The smell of two bodies

Their hands entwined.

Recalcitrant love (48 of 365)

Day 48 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day recalcitrant meaning "having an obstinately uncooperative attitude towards authority or discipline."

Recalcitrant Love

Besides you I am a boy in heat

I am restless though my

Hands lay stiff at my sides

The silk is rough and confining

The turban catches on my skin

My nostrils flare like a grotesque

Chimpanzee and at that point

There is no ability to hide the flush in my cheeks 

I am engorged and take your hot

Palm in mine

We are buried under this pomp and circumstance

My devilish grin rests recalcitrant

Like a depiction of beelzebub hovering by on Mohammad's day

My idol is in my hand

The jewels, bangles, necklace and rings, earrings 

Gold so much gold

The flash of photography pings 

Across a distant cyber world

Where persons cheer

I sit erect and profoundly befuddled

I imagine a soft grassy bank

You are there and you 

Smile a knowing smile

A smile that knows all of my me

That has known all of me

We slither through our second skins

And stand naked

Our skin is soft and shining

We sweat together in an embrace

That turns into a beautiful harmony

Of me connecting to you

There we lie

Later lay and contemplate in the afterglow of orgasm

All this I imagine through sweaty tortured palms

In my vision all our gorgeous clothes are ripped to garbage beside us

Torn in heat and passion.

Dreaming and Waking (47 of 365)

Day 47 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day promulgate meaning: "promote or make widely known (an idea or cause)."

Dreaming and Waking 

I see you in my dreams

You are beautiful 

Composed brilliant serene

I see you in my sleepiness

Blurry sunflower sweet

Dreaming messy dreams 

I see your face 

Nothing else is before me

Nor behind me

I see your face

It collides inside my

Exploding kaleidoscope heart

You are my dream

You have promulgated yourself throughout my consciousness

My sense overwhelmed 

You are my dream

The one that has snuck in

My transcendent eternity.

Glass Slippers (46 of 365)

Day 46 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day elegiac meaning: "Of, relating to, or involving elegy or mourning or expressing sorrow for that which is irrecoverably past: an elegiac lament for youthful ideals. 2. Of or composed in elegiac couplets."

Glass slippers 

Walking heaven forbid 

That you slip

Treading cautious frozen

With an elegiac tread

Walking moving traversing 

Exploring tentative 

Suppose you slip

Suppose you suppose

For too long then it is inevitable

Walking listless trudging 

Like a leper through glass shards

That impale and bite invisibly 

That dare you to slip

Glass slippers were never very practical

Walking pointed 

Purposive strides 

Slipping

fission reactor 

Spineless tuneless.

Gone Phishing (45 of 365)

Day 45 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day ostentatious meaning: "characterised by pretentious or showy display; designed to impress."

Gone Phishing 

I am lust

I am that good feeling that is 

Lost as soon as I enter 

I am a data monster

I am a shark

I am a megalomaniac

I will never stop

My suit is pressed 

And enigmatic

I am splendour incarnate

Ready to ruin you

My tie has teeth

Your text and photos are mine 

Your tidings and accounts are mine

Your stories are mine

Your name is mine

Your identity is now mine

 You are a blank socket for me to compress myself into

The electric shock seethes 

And bursts in bright Lightning

Ah! The caress of sweet agonies

Your ostentatious boycott 

Is child's play 

I am a lock smith 

You are always open to me

I am the eclipse that you looked too long into

Now all you see is in monochrome 

All are zeroes and ones 

All is abstract, nothing.

Winter Walker (44 of 365)

Day 44 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day wayfarer meaning "a person who travels on foot."

Winter Walker

Snow globe frozen world

Cascading ice storm where fear steers wayfarers home

Walking in Sunlight (42 of 365)

Day 42 of 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day lackadaisical meaning: "lacking enthusiasm and determination; carelessly lazy."

Walking in Sunlight

I am walking in sunlight

The sunflowers become you

The fields are fine here

I lay back lackadaisical and carefree

The pollen is catching

It tickles our nostrils and in between our toes

The stalks carry out revelry

As we march with aplomb 

We are walking in moonlit shadow

You are so becoming and 

The stars are so bright and vast

They are cold and blue

They shimmer and they vibrate

In my harmony 

I am alone out here and the void is

My solemn friend 

Across the room you wear your crown

We are walking sunlight

My feet touches yours

The saltwater rushes into us

We laugh and splash

We are something more than

What we are

We are something whole.

Lost for Words (43 of 365)

Day 43 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day Misocainea meaning "An abnormal hatred of new ideas"

Lost for Words 

I love you like an old rug

I love you like old mutton

I love you like the thick sludge of casserole and the way the tendrils of meat catch in my tongue

I love you like my slippers

I love you like rain unexpected on a sunny day

I love you like my rusted old bicycle that I no longer have the heart to take down the road lest it spontaneously combust

I love you like pyjamas 

I love you like my stained pillows

I love you like the first toilet stop in the morning and the slow beautiful feeling of faeces first passage out of me and into the watercourse

I love you like my torn plush ted

I love you like my obsolete VHS

I love you like a man whose Misocainea leaves him like an epiphany in the palliative care ward and he melts into the sheets

I love you like grass in my nostrils

I love you like an anchor

I love you like a quaint old tug boat that dips unsteadily as it leaves the harbour, yet somehow crosses the entire turbulent seas and arrives at the destination port with the same glorious blue sheen.

Morning Crumbs (41 of 365)

Day 41 of 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day beguile meaning: "charm or enchant (someone), often in a deceptive way."

Morning Crumbs 

It was in the crumbs of morning

When his rats invisible to the naked eye scurried out

Beguiled by his resemblance to a couch

Stuck polyester going nowhere

It was in the fetid swamp stink

Of pyjamas and the bland

Whiteness of morning sheets 

Tickled with black felt hairs 

It was in the undulating waves of his used doonah

It was in the stale contrast of the shelves and the lamp emitting 

Some colour 

It was in the crusty morning eyes

That leave crumbs on the pillow

For those rats invisible and gnawing up from the lower intestines

That leave heavy bags under his eyes 

Alluvium (40 of 365)

Welcome to day 40 of 365 day poem challenge. 

Alluvium meaning: Sand, silt, clay, gravel, or other matter deposited by flowing water, as in a riverbed, floodplain, delta, or alluvial fan. Alluvium is generally considered a young deposit in terms of geologic time.

Alluvium

It came and swept

Along and absorbed all of it

In a violent whisper

Suspended tearing objects

Unseen and objects protruding 

Then as soon as

It comes its gone and 

The slurry slinks into the distance

Like a lizards tail

The bog now remains

The soft mush left behind

The cold kiss of earth 

The fountain water 

only buried a head's

Press into the shining mud.

Nascent Love (39 of 365)

Day 39 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day nascent meaning: "(especially of a process or organization) just coming into existence and beginning to display signs of future potential."

Nascent Love

You are there next to me

Now there is something

Untouchable 

There is something cool and serene

Something hot and swelling 

Sticky fingers awkward and clumsy

Flashing eyes 

Fantasy soaring forwards

Untouchable

It is borne in a moment

Yet takes an eternity to crystallise

The world shakes 

Shaking is a perspective and

A mystery 

You are there next to me

Now there is something

That threatens us

For what greater threat can their

Be to this mundane world

Than our chaotic entangling.

We are

Untouchable.

Office Day Dreaming (38 of 365)

Welcome to day 38 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day imprecation meaning "a spoken curse."

Office Day Dreaming 

Rarely do I gaze out the window

Observing the countenances of 

Greying figures to recite

Imprecations to the invisible

Buffeting agonies grinding up

Inside my four walls

The cubicle is a strangulation cell

Most say, they describe 

The condemnation of routine

Complaining of better days, so few

And far between there are 

Placating words, natural flows 

In between the mundane

Minutiae that makes up the day

The morning fatigue sweeping in

Like dust under a rug

Filling the sinuses, the conversation

Is grey and unfulfilled

The company is solemn

Stamping feet hammer to insolent

Beats and radio spray 

Lip-sticked lips mouth about

Over ripe and rippled tops

Singing melancholy tunes as they sag Against their avatars hovering

Over their consoles and blinking

Monitors, oh for a sip of coffee

Announces the afternoon

There is a moment, rarely 

Where imagination is reckoned within the uninspired imaginary space of productivity 

This sea of blinking screens and 

Living pictures playing out

More real than real

Running computers that spew life

Ruining the dried up sponge-world

That so readily spits one out,

Into the gloaming where the horizon is all two dimensional

Cutouts of silhouettes with

Gorgeous water colours of

Orange and pink and red

They intermingle and spin heady

Reverie, there is peace in this 20:20 resolution finer than the sheen of glass.

Seasons of Violence (day 38 of 365)

Welcome to day 38 of the 365 day poem challenge. 

Word of the day anathema meaning   

"something or someone that one vehemently dislikes."

Seasons of Violence 

He was anathema to her

He was anaesthetic all at the same time

The dull mechanical punch of his

Relentless drilling words 

Hammering her to numbness

Sitting on a train minding my own business

"Dog" "cunt" "fuckwit"

Pounding words eviscerate

The senses 

Adjectives fail

There is an ache

And there is purple and blue

There is yellow also

There is green and black

This is black, dark black

Jogging minding my own business

My feet clattering on the cobbles

Then slam! 

Me into wordlessness

The hair stinks blood

The cobbles are so near now

Just a knuckle graze away

Not even

The sky is so bland today

It is so far away

It is so untouched 

It is untouchable

My arms are my wings:

"Cradle me clouds

Cradle my vast aching limbs

Fold me deep into the sky

Where I might shrivel and hide 

Forever!"

Morning Neurosis (37 of 365)

Welcome to day 37 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day stoic meaning: a person who can endure pain or hardship without showing their feelings or complaining.

Morning Neurosis 

The sparking neurons

React and fire like steel wool

Scraped over metal

The blender saw blades

Sending fruit squelching 

Noisily until it thucks 

Like a plank into the cup

Sipping with apathy eyes

The stoic march 

Towards the horizon

The sound of water and fountains

And feet are lost

And there is a tunnel

Long dark and black

I want to retreat or turn back

But my feet carry me forwards

All I can do

All I could ever do is to slow down

But as I do the dark depths approach

Like a meteor about to bombard me.

The Cataract (36 of 365)

Welcome to day 36 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day cataract meaning "a large waterfall" or "a medical condition in which the lens of the eye becomes progressively opaque, resulting in blurred vision."

The Cataract 

You are beautiful

You are treasured

Never forget 

I will remember you

I will remember all the good

That you are

I will hold your memory dear

You are falling

Into the sky

You are rising

Swollen in my heart 

You are transcendent

You are unique

You are coveted

By me

I shall always know

All the good you have done

You shall never fade

You shall always be dear

I have a clattering cataract

In my heart for you

The rise and the interminable drop

And the peace that follows

The foam and then still

Tranquil mirror surface of water.

The Cave (35 of 365)

Welcome to day 35 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day gloaming meaning "twilight;dusk."

The Cave 

He wandered into the cave 

Backlit with a light that 

Called to mind his most

Primordial fears

The wind that swept 

Past his straight brown hair

Sounded like the tongue

Of a nightmare

Whispering "do not enter"

Echoing his parents

Who will I be, his elder self

Pondered inside 

The ego and superego

Debating today was for his id

Steps reverberated 

Down down down

Stalagmites deep pools

Pot holes and crevasses

That whistled up the earths secrets

He lay down on the floor

And closed his eyes

His chest constricted 

At the thought that the ceiling

Might swallow him up

He panted 

Darkness only darkness

This was the moment

Where he returned to nothing

This was the moment

When he realised his end

It tickled the ends of his toes

It kissed his forehead

It was gentler than he expected

Then finally

When the cave had worn

Itself out 

He emerged into the gloaming

His skin glistened 

Like an ember ghost 

Dancing in the sparkling twilight.

As she was (had been) (34 of 365)

Welcome to day 34 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day is Vivacious meaning "(especially of a woman) attractively lively and animated."

As she was (had been) 

Her eyes were seventy 

But outside she was (had been)

Tethered to something

Younger vivacious 

Inside she was worn down to the core

Her eyes told only of fatigue

Her smooth slight frame 

Betrayed the sunset glow

That spread in red ringlets 

from her frozen wrists.

Liar (33 of 365)

Welcome to day 33 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day sycophantic meaning "behaving or done in an obsequious way in order to gain advantage."

Liar 

I ventured because it was forbidden 

I laughed inside myself 

Observing your pious shame

With such impish delight

I insulted your God

Your temple of stability 

Your great Idol

I became the greatest idoliser 

Of my own profound obsession

With the sketchy and grey

The uncertain and vague

The lack of detail was

Luxurious

My sycophantic wolf cry

My zealous poison

Shirk is what I was

Incarnate of falsehood

It felt so tremendous 

And I was high

And floating towering over my 

Schemes a megalomaniac

You my peons in my thrall

I was enthralled 

Where should this go next

Where to now

I the puppet master of destiny

I the seer of the world

Creating in this apathy 

A belief so palpable

And all too false.