100 Poems in 100 Days: Remake

So, I've failed to keep up with the poem a day exercise. I consider it a great failure, but what drew me away was a poem in particular that I was working on. It started out as a sonnet, but I found having not paid enough attention, there were too many lines. I decided not to remove any, but instead to rework the poem. I'm not finished with it, as there are lines that surely need work. However, consider this the reboot of 100 Poems in 100 Days.

1) I dare not ask for nopareil unearned,

I dare not ask for nonpareil unearned,
nor perfumed sniffle of thine dew filled love
for I do not attract thy glance encharmed
as thy burning want through the sky above.

Yet as I lay my sunlit life for sleep
and dream thy weary petals flit 'pon my chest,
though blond assassin makes her vinelike creep
i proffer comfort beside my rest

When after morning heralds red for dawn
alone I marvel at the doting star
with rays shining a gleam 'pon everyone
to share content that on this world thou are.

I beg of thee bloom, resplendent flower,
not as Ego merely would have for me,
but as the beacon sits atop her tow'r
calling forth masted moths about the sea.

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 18

 

July 2nd, 2015  18) Patient

be patient

repeated becomes advice

that lacks conviction

for what is more patient than the 

idling tree, who still shivers and shakes

at the wind in its leaves

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 17 (Let the Rhyming Begin)

July 1st, 2015  17) Executioner 

Erect, with stubborn pride and head held high

for a heartless, faithless executioner

to jerk back once or twice with violence

so on the vine the squirting cucumber

may spray its life, its soggy seed

upon the ground and hang there limp

for when it comes to love you'd rather

pay a lazy gardener who knows only how to skimp!

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 16

June 30th, 2015  16) Disfigurment

There is a type wherein

nothing is wrong. Everything

is as should be, yet

the connection between

eyes and mind is intruded

upon by the words of others

teaching that we are not as

we should be. Ugly, like many 

words today, is misused by

less educated students who

wish to fit in rather than

know how to change. This type

of disfigurement perverses the

definition of what people should 

be and leaves the world skewered,

skewed, unhappy. That word, too,

is disfigured by two letters at

the beginning making what is, not.

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 15

 

June 29th, 2015  15) Ephemeral

Happiness when clutched smotheringly 

to the bosom seems to bloom and wither

in the beat of a birdly wing

and looses its value. Uncherished,  as though

food has lost its purpose once past the pallet

giving nothing of nutrition but all the

discomfort of indigestion. The ruler looks

long when held parallel to the eye

but withers to a sliver when shifted

to perpendicular. So is time a matter

of perspective changing what is 

ephemeral to eternal and back

by refusing to move on.

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 14

June 28th, 2015   14) Beggar

Woeful you sit upon haunches

as if meaning to pounce

when her form presents itself

naked from the inside for

there is no sparkle in her eye

or water left inside your cup

nothing is what you have

and you wish to give it all

to an empty hole

in hopes that filling it

will give you what you seek

treasure burrows underneath

and must be unearthed

through dirty work

yet you yearn to beg

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 13

 

June 27th, 2015  13) Two Wrongs

it was dark

but you saw me

murder

hiding some

accursed cadaver

while I was

to be your 

contractual escape

now banished

as the hunchback to

the bells

all for

a difficult situation

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 12

 

June 26th, 2015  12) Squint

the projection out of focus

though functionally absurd

may seem unhappy

but gladness is found

stitched in chromosomal song

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 11

 

June 25th, 2015  11) Untitled

the thick distance mutes your charm

growing as barnacles on the morsel ship

what perversity is this?

to meet you would be slippery

when I could not survive the fall

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 10

 

 

June 24th, 2015  10) Heatstroke

 

I love you, in some heatstroke way

but you view me ill, quarentined

in celestial emotion

orb crushing sphere

embrace becomes murder

so I ask you to live long

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 9

 

June 23rd, 2015  9) Electron

bipolar, obsessed 

spinning from one atom

to another

destroying bonds as quickly as formed

faithless to those you come with

your arrival is deliverence,

naked

your departure is torment,

flayed

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 8

June 22nd, 2015  8) Ambition

The throat is ambitious with dreams of swallowing,

while determine to retch up what isn't working

yet finds itself powerless, even gutless

in being airtight, choking

the activities society leaves for freaks

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 7

 

 

June 21st, 2015   7) Atonement

 

Peaches rotting in the fruit bowl

await atonement for the conquest 

of their rival

 

existence is spreading of seed

but requires consumption

 

in nature there is no foregiveness

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 6

 

June 20th 2015  6) Predator

The weekend makes for a poor caregiver
looking for parties, friends, concerts,

liquor, drugs, sex
which leaves carelessness on the
hollow brim

of the zero fucks given

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 5

 

June 19th, 2015 5)Lovesick

Oftentimes a heart becomes the knife's sheath
mistakenly the shelter for the crime

in this intimate hangover the body
retches all good feelings
holding tightly to the hilt

when the backwards assassin
rips forth the blade from its sheath

steel's reflection is freed

but you must first let go

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 4

 

June 18th, 2015

4) Spin

 Your red hair may as well be Mars
playfully turning on tiptoes
the prima ballerina following one fouette
with another as the spotlight calls for more

I have seen a photograph,
but a picture is worth a thousand wants
spinning and spinning in the blackness of
my dreams

those that chatter whilst I work
and those that play amongst my snores

you have so much in common with my nightly howls,
how you both are so real while I sleep
though I have never heard either with
my ears

please say my name, so that I may know
truly how to pronounce it

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 3

 

June 17th, 2015

3) Sun

Be combustible young man

fire walks hand in hand a gentleman

showing off light

heads turn becoming ambient

insanity slips between the ribs

searching for the cage's safety

on this world nothing is free

only willing

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 2

June 16th, 2015

2) Villain

There is audacity in every

scale draped upon the chameleon

a tincture of ambition

adrenaline

bleak protestation

alphabetically speaking 

A and Z are seated furthest apart

though both are three lines

intersecting

"you would like me

if you were more like me"

mirrors reflect

it is the eye lying to the mind 

that distorts

perception is never observation

but judgment

heros steal freedom from villains

while draped in scales of justice

and thus are thieves cheered by the masses

a hero by any other name

is not

When You're Stuck, Get the Glue

In terms of writing, I've been stunted for some time. As a result, I have issued myself a challenge to write 100 poems in 100 days. I think this is a terrible idea, as quantity comes at the cost of quality. Still, I figure doing will lead to learning. If I can come up with one good idea in the next 100 days to elaborate on, then all the better. Since picking words is a difficulty, I am beginning this exercise by using the random word generator at  textfixer.

Here is the first work from June 15th.

1) Oh, You

There is no coincidence

in a bottle of wine,

empty as the pesky o in love,

or your lonesome grin,

treasonous,

for hoping to find u

in hug without consequence