Domestic (32 of 365)

Welcome to day 32 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day unctuous meaning "excessively flattering or ingratiating; oily."

Domestic 

Down the water cascades like murder

Leaking into the sink

Those unctuous words 

Splatter soundless through the kitchen 

That no longer has any sheen

The pan thuds crashing to the floor

The thunder of violence stirs 

This stainless chrome world

Which spirals out into chaos.

Before Bed (after the horror movie) (31 of 365)

Welcome to day 31 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day - Exculpatory: Exculpatory evidence is evidence favorable to the defendant in a criminal trial that exonerates or tends to exonerate the defendant of guilt. 

Before Bed (After the horror movie)

Subsumed in ashes

I lie here and I'm not sure

I don't know how much longer

I have

Is this what this pulling sensation is

Death had her claws into me

They are cold and cloying 

Dare I raise my head 

Subject myself to Darwinism

For curiosity

The monsters are coming

They are coming for me 

Here in this dark deep place

Stagnant and damp

Rotting

What was that?

What am I ? 

I can feel it now tearing through my

Heart this is life or death

This is an avalanche

Hear that roar so beautiful and tragic

The spurs and slurries of ice

Torn assumed unanchored

There is a chaos to this lifeless place

How deep can my skin stick

Into the mud before I become it

My final exculpatory dream

That upon the unravelling 

There will be golden gates an after

That there will be solace from hell

Reincarnation 

Worse still absence 

What if instead 

Like dreads gnawing finger

All was muted and 

I am silenced forever. 

Battlefield Love (30 of 365)

Welcome to day 30 of 365 and the grand experiment continues. It's good to set yourself a goal and stick to it!

For all newcomers I've set myself a goal for the remainder of this year, no matter what, I must post one poem a day on my blog and to add a kicker I have to incorporate a word I'm a little unsure about or unfamiliar with every day. This is day 30. Can I keep it for a year? I guess we will all see.

Today's poem, stems from my work in which I encounter a lot of family violence. Let's just say that the beats of Ariana Grande and Taylor swift merged with these darker thoughts in my head and presto out came a poem.

Word of the day Corpulent " (of a person) fat."

Battlefield Love 

I sit up in this neon battlefield 

The blare of discordant notes

The warm hot fluorescent red

Flushes of voices

Tangled up in this beautiful cacophony I've woven for you 

all for you my love

The mouthpieces with their folders 

Labyrinthine folders and trolleys

The cooling blue depression of these trenches 

but its all for you

My love 

always for you

The bullets fire off

The red flares signal danger

But I keep riding through the night

They can't touch me

They can't reach me in this cool

Starry abyss I've created 

Just for you my love just for you

I press my advantage like pistons

My mechanisms know no fatigue

My machinations and the swell

Of this violet dream 

That draws us together and washes all our memory into these 

Black and white shades

But my thoughts of you will always

Be the hazy glow of a photographers red room

There is so much blood and flesh

Between us the cords cannot be severed 

don't you see my love 

Even in your cool stone repose

Even as all the warm edifice of you is subsumed by this caricature 

Even as the red and blue lights circle

Even as the men in grey, black and royal blue sign their papers

Even then I will melt your stone

I will seize your corpulent heart

And between the nubs of my grizzled fingers I shall squeeze

Until I steal one pulse 

Just one pulse from you

It will be mine

All mine

My love.

 

This Moment (29 of 365)

 Welcome to day 29 of the 365 day poem challenge. 

Word of the day sapid meaning: "(of talk or writing) pleasant or interesting".

This Moment

This moment unravels

This moments possibility spill out

Like a train that cannot stop 

Grating in fury against its iron rails

Grinding in frustration and drawing sparks

This moment unspools

And is lost in sea of waves

Undulating and wearying weekends

Lost time

Lost times on these seas

A sapid shanty never composed 

Lost on the winds

This moment is gone

Far be it of me to point it out...

Assiduous Tasting (28 of 365)

Welcome to day 28 of the 365 day poem challenge. Today I was observing my niece eating her breakfast and inspiration came along.

Word of the day Assiduous meaning: "showing great care and perseverance."

Assiduous Tasting  

Chew bite squish 

Down it goes

Squash slop slap

Banging on the table

Slurp lick suck

In my mouth 

Stick it in

Stick it in

Soft spiky yucky

Back onto the table

Slide tip spin

Rotate my plate

Over the edge

Not over the edge 

Go! 

GO!

One more piece

Poke push look

This is boring now

Off I go 

Off I go

Stir swing kick 

Plate is on the floor.

Upon You (27 of 365)

Welcome to day 27 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day peremptory "insisting on immediate attention or obedience, especially in a brusquely imperious way."

Upon you

I sat in the meadow 

glorious and green

You were there 

That was all that mattered

You were there

Behind the curtain of the willow

Your smile was cheeky

Like a child 

You could scream my name 

You were so enamoured with me

I could never understand why I fell

Back onto the cool grass

Enshrouding myself in 

Armour of shyness

Your tongue like a pike

Poked past my conceit

And I smiled disarmed 

And naked

Before you on that bank

In the sun

We passed between us 

Sweet fruits 

Strawberries that turned Luminescent in my mouth 

You batted me 

Then dragged me peremptory 

Away

snatching away the last

Of the brilliant red fruit

Then I fell down through

That happy feeling

I fell upon you

And you upon me

And there we lay.

The Tall Lady on the Precipice (26 of 365)

Welcome to day 26 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day is Magisterial meaning "having or showing great authority."

The Tall Lady on the Precipice 

Your magisterial stance

Leaves me weak

Your canonical mind

Rends me bare

Your emboldened arms

Hold me close

Your hardened stare

Turns me cold

Your soulful ether

Weaves into me

Your incandescent flesh

Melts into mine.

Quintessence (25 of 365)

Welcome to day 25 of the 365 poem challenge.

Word of the day and title of our poem, Quintessence meaning "the most perfect or typical example of a quality or class."

Quintessence 

He boarded 

He did not look back

He could not look beyond 

He could not foresee the failures

Of his time 

He bid goodbye to those behind him

He bowed inward 

He did not betray the 

Nerves quaking through him

He sat in a waiting space

He hummed alone 

He saw a stranger that looked familiar

He drew out his phone

A micro-world blaring in his palm

He disembarked

He was disembodied 

He hardly knew himself

He was neither present not there

He had a vague blankness about him

His obscurity burst uncomfortably from him like a curse

He lay in a coffin alcove

He supposed little

He reasoned life was inconsequential

He hoarded his thoughts 

Excitement and vigour flashed in his bleating soul 

But it was temporary and

Casually lost.

Alpha-sex (24 of 365)

Welcome all to day 24 of the 365 day poem challenge. 

I think this poem is relatively self-explanatory. 

Word of the day is X-irradiate, meaning "to expose to radiation in the form of x-rays."

Alpha-Sex

Assail

Bite 

Crave

Desecrate 

Ejaculate

Flirt

Goad

Hoist

Incise 

Jab

Kiss

Lie

Mark

Nail(!)

Poke 

Quiet

Rouse

Stalk

Tititate 

Undulate

Vibrate

Wiggle

X-irradiate 

Yoke 

Zygote-d.

Bygones (23 of 365)

Welcome to day 23 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day is abjure meaning to "formally reject or disavow a formerly held belief"

Bygones

I used to believe in you and I

Our romance written upon clouds

You had the fond habit of chasing

Me to heart palpitations 

I recoil now to thing of the stress

You were a daily devotion and religion to me

How I abjure you now 

Still I wish you well

I wish you calm

Though I doubt you wish it upon yourself, all the worlds a stage

To you then and still

I pity you, but that would involve 

Consideration, which imparts care

I'm content now as a rabbit 

With a cabbage

I wish you well meddler 

In my life, I suppose all

Of this would not be possible 

If not for your cloying 

Suffocating love 

my surrogate Of suffering 

Let bygones be gone. 

Synecdoche (22 of 365)

Welcome to day 22. The following is another observation, of a morning. I was in Crows Nest near my home and so this came to me.

Synecdoche meaning "a figure of speech in which a part is made to represent the whole or vice versa"

Synecdoche 

And the pigeon became distressed

And the shit sprayed the path

And the pug chased

And the girl said "hello pidge!"

And the barista heard nothing 

And the nail salon owner glanced up

And the cars whittled by deaf

And the grocer stumbled 

And the clerk caught him 

And she looked into his startled eyes

And the butcher stood idle cleaver in hand

And the pigeon swatted by the tourist

And the tourist cursed

And his partner giggled 

And the little girl pointed and laughed

And the pigeon flew up 

And the Sunday bustled on

And coffee cups were filled and emptied

And feet stamped the pink pavers 

And the park grass turned blue

And then green

And then indigo 

And then black.

Cremorne Point (21 of 365)

Day 21 of the 365 day poem challenge. 

Word of the day coquettish meaning "behaving in such a way as to suggest a playful sexual attraction; flirtatious."

Cremorne Point

I saw you there

By the water and by the shore

There was a light that shimmered

Against the skyscrapers

The white tile sails

The vast iron bridge

That pinnacle of human ingenuity

Fanning out before us 

But all there was,

Was your soft pearl hand

Caressing mine

Our limp hands

swaying coquettish

The salt breeze

Mingled through us

The warm cold

Twilight 

Was no comparison

To the cold pink

Light between us.

Herbal Exchange (20 of 365)

Hey all welcome to day 20. Today it's all about writing about one thing but alluding to another.

Word of the day Apotheosis meaning "the highest point in the development of something; a culmination or climax."

Herbal Exchange

I rest beside your capsicum

Thighs that make water

In my flesh

I feel the caress of thyme 

The smell of it

Wafts up pleasantly 

Roasting 

A commingling 

An apotheosis 

A soft wind echoes lavender 

A door closes

Jars of evergreen 

Jars of brown cumin

Ruby red paprika

Explosions of turmeric

Oil kissed dried chilli

Bouncing 

There is abundance here

In the desecration of my tongue

The flare of 

Salty sea crumb

The seasoning 

Is robust

It folds onto us.

Inside my Headphones (19 of 365)

Welcome to day 19 of the 365 day poem challenge ! 

Phlegmatic meaning " (of a person) having an unemotional and stolidly calm disposition."

Inside my Headphones 

Lumbering melodies 

Tear in and out 

There's a whiteness and 

Delicacy to it

Sweet cacophonies 

Cactus in my ears

Staccato prancing 

The lines dipping 

The time signatures swooning

Sharps dipping down 

To embrace fidgety crochets

Phlegmatic minums

Take stride beside

The regal operatic soaring

Notes

Posture corrects 

And unwinds like Nuclear physics 

Random tastes of music

Ransom any rhythm

Melody takes over 

Whirring out of control

My ears pop

With the sting of it 

And the in contained beauty 

Fierce and strident 

Girl on the Beach (18 of 365)

Welcome to day 18 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Today's word is one I have used in the past, but one I have often had difficulty placing. 

It is chimerical meaning "1 : existing only as the product of unchecked imagination : fantastically visionary or improbable. 2 : given to fantastic schemes."

Girl on the Beach 

I am sure she exists

I saw her on holiday 

It was like a movie in a sense

She was there on the sand

I insist she was not some chimerical

Flight of fancy

She is probably different to you and I

Her eyes were what drew me in

However I was already stalking 

The nape of her neck

The roundness of her back

Tapering off below her waist 

She wore white, but I'm not one for detail

I could not tell you if it were a blouse and skirt, or perhaps a dress

The light played tricks on me

It got that sweet spot in the corner of her eye

Turned her pupils to flecked marbles

That was when she first turned

I saw her toes sink playfully into the sand

The heels sprung up

Her toes dipping down into the white sand 

I was reminded of an almond dipped deep into desiccated coconut

Where was I, you ask while all this unfolded

I cannot recall 

The moment was scintillating 

And disembodying

I know I shall not speak with her

She was not one to be alone

Not one prone to idyl fascination 

As I 

At the same time I had no desire to trap or contain her

The music that lived within her, in her mouth and her laughing eyes

I would not have wanted to reduce that in any sense

I let her be

free and dance on

Howling laughter 

Flaying her hands back cheeky

At the sun and moon.

 

Wynyard (17 of 365)

Day 17 and counting of the 365 days poem challenge.

Word of the day is flummox "perplex (someone) greatly; bewilder."

Wynyard

Chaotic maelstrom

Passengers disembark

Gargantuan flummox 

Navigating platforms underground

Desperate automatons

Swipe and go swipe and go

Proceeding this way and that

Down this dark corridor 

Down those dim stairs

Corrosive beams

Stand in worship of the rats

Who raise their snouts

The tunnel comes to light and rings thunder behind them.

Etymology of the Heart (16 of 365)

Hi all, 

Welcome to day 16. Well into week three of the poem a day for a year challenge.

Today's word Etymology meaning "the study of the origin of words and the way in which their meanings have changed throughout history."

Etymology of the Heart

Your smile floats on me

Like a leaf in a pool

On a rainy cloudless day 

Your lips bloom

Red and sultry up through

The soft wet mud 

Your skin though you would never say

Is like a beam of the finest and smoothest pine

There is a forest in you

That is a living room 

It holds me in a lounge chair embrace

Home is this touch

My hand touching yours

Our anatomy connected

Like a jigsaw

Our minds interweaving and producing this

Singular beauty. 

Metamorphosis (day 15 of 365)

Welcome to the third week of the poem challenge! We're up to day 15 of 365.

 

Word of the day is Saturnine meaning "gloomy", in olden times relating to "lead"

Metamorphosis 

While in a saturnine mood

I imagine I'm someone more

By this I mean someone worshipped

The dream catches on different ideas and images

Different stirrings 

But in them glamour descends upon me

It is a bitter drink to emerge back

Into the tar of reality

There's that roar in my chest

As my mind casts out

To the fantasy of absolute and

Irreversible metamorphosis

To cast aside the meanings carved into my skin, family and world 

(Is that freedom or eternal isolation)

Fear and anxiety is my rudder

It redirects my course away

From uncertain trajectories 

back to something

Calm and banal

But one day perhaps as I stand on

A jetty alone on a starlit night

Something marvellous might happen

Serendipity will visit me

The sort that stories and movies are made of

Before life started becoming to common

I shut my eyes and dream

And drift on waves that carry me

Away from that pier 

And I'm bursting

Forth from a cocoon 

I hardly know myself now

I am changed forever 

But I'm no caterpillar

My feet are anchored firm to the ground

That can only be a dream and a smile

A pleasant thought to recline in.

That is all.

Car Park (13 of 365)

Welcome to day 13 of the 365 day poem challenge I set myself. Just to remind all a poem every day and in every poem a word i don't know or to be frank don't understand.

The word of today is ballast, meaning "is material that is used to provide stability to a vehicle or structure."

I was inspired today to write about where I was, the...

Car Park

Suspended horizons and cascading bars

Gleaming fluorescent beams

Smudged concrete

Petrol fumes Echoes

 of choked 

Engines Cloying brown 

smeared air

Persons separated by glass

Separated by blood and glass and

The chassis and the frame and the wheel and the piston drone and the fan belt whirring and the blinkers blinking and the horns blaring 

Stone fortress guarding

Nothing special

Ballast and bastion

Cloudless black

Lost and confused

Directionless pathless

Labyrinthine inhospitable desert

Barren grey

The Lecture (12 of 365)

Welcome all to day 12 of the challenge I've set myself to post a poem every day for the remainder of the year and to include a new and unfamiliar word each time.

Word of the day facetious meaning "treating serious issues with deliberately inappropriate humour; flippant"

The Lecture 

 The facetious youth sat in back 

His tongue hanging low 

All the while his eyes on the teachers rack 

The youth in an attempt at allure

Bided his time taking notes

Calculating whether he might be her cure

What might she do when not so tightly bound

He pondered this in her hand white chalk

But his imagination was filled with less innocent sound

He sat erect leaning forward

Hoping she may notice

Yet as she scrawled his thoughts remained as always untoward  

He licked his lip

She raised a brow

His eyes practically trip

Now he with a knowing blush

She offers a grin

She tells him not to rush

But to pack his things up

History is across the hall 

The youth turns red rises up

After all that mooning 

He's out the door off for study 

No more time for swooning.

Hangry (14 of 365)

Welcome to day 13 of the 365 day poem challenge.

This is the 13th poem posted, and this is the 13th word of the day.

Lugubrious meaning: "looking or sounding sad and dismal."

Hangry

Don't dare sit there with that lugubrious smile

To make me feel sorry 

To make me go weak at the knees?

You toad stool

You root canal pain searing

Soaring pimply puss

Don't smile that doleful way

Don't pray for forgiveness 

My docile ursine

Don't be be such a prickly nervous 

Fatigue inducing puppy-eyed child!

Your countenance will not save you today

You shall not be spared!

Don't try to pluck an answer 

From your bowels 

You fetid bog of a human

No solution can account for

This vacuum of aspiration

That is your drooping melancholy

Your feelings are getting in the way

Obstructing gnawing burning 

Well hop to it,

My bottomless pit of rage 

Can only be quenched by one

Salve only

Food! 

Yellow Lane (11 of 365)

 

Welcome all to day 11 of my 365 day poem challenge ! 

Word of the day Obsequious meaning "obedient or attentive to an excessive or servile degree."

Yellow lane

There's a calm yellow lane

Where I can rest 

It's simple enough

Bricks thin and compact

It has a smooth painted ground

Near to my future self

I recline obsequious on the smooth yellow paint 

Relaxing in my calm yellow mind

Swollen with pride 

The future calls down a dark

Aisle with a white light

It reminds me of judgement

And baptism 

With an embalming quality 

there is no rebirth here

I grab a smooth invisible hand

I close my eyes

It is the breeze 

And it's time to get up

Time to leave my yellow lane. 

Magnanimous Custody Papers (10 of 365)

Welcome to day 10 we are hitting double digits today.

Time for a timely Haiku. 

Magnanimous defined as "generous or forgiving, especially towards a rival or less powerful person."

Magnanimous Custody Papers

What a bore this is 

Yet this is my life for ten 

years, lost in white space.

Sorry (9 of 365)

Welcome all to day 9 of the daily poem posting challenge! 

Word of the day Yeoman "a man holding and cultivating a small landed estate; a freeholder"

 

Sorry 

I am sorry 

This was the indulgence 

Not permitted this was the step

Too far

To admit my wrong doing

Would cause all to unravel

My negligence laid bare

Too great to fathom

Shall I hide them beneath the radioactive tinfoil conspiracies

The lies that I feed myself 

Like a little pup sniffing after a treat

Oblivious to the harm

There is no ire 

I'm protected behind this cloak of deceit

These gloaming deceitful spheres

Farewell my integrity 

Farewell my heart song and soul sprint

Farewell my youth 

Farewell passion and exuberance

Welcome now to the grey company of deceives

Dollar chasers 

Proud yeomen of a failed crop

They laugh at you, you know.

They laugh all the way home

Stories are told of your 

Caprice and greed 

Your moral turpitude

All for the absence of two short words: "I'm sorry."

Failure to Diagnose (8 of 365)

Hi all welcome to day 8, first day of week two of the poem a day for the remainder of the year challenge.

Word of the day is capricious meaning:

"given to sudden and unaccountable changes of mood or behaviour".

Enjoy :) 

Failure to Diagnose (fight or flight)

Melon cholera 

Deep session

Subsistence obtuse

Se-sequel 

Zoo-lofty 

Pristine 

Lithe me at im

Qwack 

Shrink

Brain doctor

Captor 

Captain

Capsizing

Effex-lord

Zip pets are...

Sit tao my pram 

Fire or fight 

Ideal Solvent for life 

Melanin smear

All you see:

"Capricious subrogation!"

Lascivious Harvest (6 of 365)

Welcome all I've set myself a challenge one poem every day for the rest of the year and in every new poem a new word that I am not sure or don't know the meaning of. 

Welcome to my experiment I hope you enjoy or are suitably appalled of confused.

Word of the day lascivious "feeling or revealing an overt sexual interest or desire."

Welcome readers to day 6.

Lascivious Harvest 

The white swell 

The ocean conjures to mind

The salt on my lascivious 

Probing 

Nectarine soft swollen 

Seed core

Perspires fresh rosy red

Lemon crush 

Lips sting sour

Sweet suckling flesh 

Tangerine auburn sweet

Exposed segments and tendons

Scintillating flushed membrane

Apple of my eye

Kiss my teeth

Down my gob

Tasty, good to eat.

Bland Morning (7 of 365)

Welcome all to the first milestone one week of the post a poem for a day challenge I have set myself. 

Word of the day "vaunted" meaning boast about or praise (something), especially excessively"

Bland Morning 

In the news today 

White noise

Black man

Blasted point blank

No remorse

The much vaunted white man 

Shining like nitroglycerin

Yawning I reach for my cereal bowl

My bowels tremble and settle 

Processing the lactose and sugar

Tsunami down the city goes

Like dominos

No survivors 

Now on my mobile texting this or that person

Facebook App, news feed reveals another Puff post 

Like that 

But wish there was an unlike button

Malnourished the boys

Skin sticks to his bones

Flies feast on his cracked bleeding skin

Some people in some country

Were bombed there remains

A plume of grey white gas on

Television screen 

I turn the remote in my hand

Depress the button

The images and sound are sucked back inside

Out the door 

Down the stairs

Scroll through my news app

Fire in the neighbouring suburb

The family a mother, father

Little boy five-ish stare 

In other news DC and Marvel

Continue their war for supremacy

Disney expands its corporate branches

Some pink faced fellow rambles for the hope of presidency

Important issues 

Puff and fluff

I yawn and put it away,

Back in my pocket.

Moribund (5 of 365)

Moribund defined as "as a person on the edge of death"

Welcome to day 5 (posted cheekily on day 6)

Moribund

Red stained 

Yellow glow 

Stone grey

Rigormortis  

Trifle, a momentary (6 of 365)

Here is the sixth poem in the daily poem for a year challenge I've set myself.

 it is an interesting process posting each day, it stretches your brain and in this case I think has amounted to something quite ordinary, but I'm determined to stick to this.

It's funny how the poem below reflects my rather middling performance today at work haha, but that is another story. Happy reading, thank you all for sharing in my indulgence :)

We will see how this unfolds in the coming days, weeks and months.

Today's word "oblique" meaning slanted or crooked.

Trifle, a momentary 

Said I to Mr Sparrow

"Please assure me tomorrow will be good"

Sparrow chuckled in that rectangular way, "Nonsense chum, scrape the bucket old bean"

I despaired at the limits of my imagination that I had somehow conjured this poorly engineered creature 

Said he then, "Jolly good sire" making sure to strike the whiskers beneath his bowlers cap, they were bristled and with his bulging eyes 

It reminded me of a cat I used to know 

"Toodle pip" he said hastening me away from caricature assassination 

Inanity space filler 

Twisted oblique?

I sighed again 

Time to erase this archaic archetype from my mind

The gargantuan folds of his pants are still so easy to imagine.

Focus (4 of 365)

In an effort to post more regularly, I have decided to set myself a challenge.

Three basic rules:

1. 1 poem a day (for the next year);

2. At least one word I am unfamiliar with to incorporate into each poem; and 

3. Every 7 days incorporate some type of structured poem (as opposed to free verse).

Welcome to day 4!

Today's word erudite - meaning "having or showing great knowledge or learning."

Focus

Focus you erudite souls

Floating on limbs of possibility

Focus on forward motion

Focus on peace at hand 

It will come

Glowing vibrant 

Go forth 

Be iridescent 

Be effervescent

Your rise will burn fast

Like rocket fuel burns 

Until within earth's orbit 

The fuselage drops away

Leaving only darkness and

Bronze silent embers.

Focus on my eyes

Those blackhole spheres. 

Night sweats (3 of 365)

In an effort to post more regularly, I have decided to set myself a challenge.

Three basic rules:

1. 1 poem a day (for the next year);

2. At least one word I am unfamiliar with to incorporate into each poem; and 

3. Every 7 days incorporate some type of structured poem (as opposed to free verse).

Welcome to day 3!

Today's word detritus - meaning "waste or debris of any kind"

How my brain aches

I want to burn out the aching tissue

Until it's hollow and cold inside

Today I learned what true exertion was

I strode beyond the pale

I fell into it, the task at hand was obscured

Feeling along fumbling about like a frail 

Yet pathetic lapdog

I nodded at the correct times

Did as I was told

All this I did and I wrote it down

Oh parable of today

Oh Juxtaposition of pretension and fatigue 

Oh these long cold nights

Oh these boiling hot moments of tedium 

Sifting through words upon words

Until language is a vacant vehicle 

Perspiration on this detritus

My veins gilded to botrytis 

So sweet and dry

The point is though that I am 

Very tired and now it's time for me to rest

As much as night will allow.