FOP #2

6.4 first time

The first time I kissed
is non-existent.

Dreams barely count, or else
I'd have kissed you a thousand times,
always somewhere quite shady, but
quite noticeable - like that sliver of light
in the alley, or in the sight of that gap
in your door, or the back of the car
on a rainy day - hoping to get caught, just so
the social pressure would help you
to give in to your feelings.

6.5 Wild card

This is for the malarkey I've tucked
within these threehundred-something posts
(I thought I be fancy and use some new words).

My eyes have skimmed everything, hidden desires
and closets and every curve in the flowers
of my wallpaper - and still I reproduce

like bacterium, bad influence
extrapolating into more threads
of secrets that are more than willing to strip.

6.6 formed poem

etheree

I
refuse
to desert
poetic pride
like autumn leaves when
rain throws daggers at trees.
These words make me belief in
leather boots, when all else is swept
and toes forget about crinkles from
puddles that are paved to capture rainbows.

6.7 clothing

At the afterparty, she held an empty glass
meant for martini, as if any moment, now
someone would brush against her shoulder
and throw liquid all over her shirt -
offering her a drink, and perhaps
a late night conversation.

6.8 love

Cheap telephone for expensive conversations,
that's what it would mean to wait for your voice
being invaded by lousy roommates and a line
that doesn't want our words to reach
each other's ears like sweet poetry.

You can't blame me for putting my heart
on hold, my dear - I am but one number
out of many in your telephone book,
and you are the only one
appearing on my inbox.

7.1 Transport/Weather

He's got his hands
on the wheel
and mine are on
the radio,
we've stripped the Jeep
of her top,
spending a lazy
Sunday in sunshine.

7.2 3 Verses/3 Lines Each

She plucks willows
from the tree,
and she dances

feverishly. There are bits
of nature brought
into her home,

and she is determined
to dance naked
along stumps.

7.3 Royalty

The princess will
soon arrive,
into our lives
and into our hearts -
one precious week
from now.

7.4 First Time

She steps out
onto the stage,
knives in her throat
and an ocean raging
in her belly.

There's courage
on her face,
but isn't that
the point of masks?

She's never done this
before, sharing what God
is doing, has done,
and will do,
with her life.

7.5 Wild Card

She wore sunglasses
in summertime
and didn't know
you cared
about her eyesight.

She drops liquid
in her eyes,
and hopes you
might notice
the stains on her face.

7.6 Formed Poem

Wind softly whispers
chanting lullabies and all
the memories lost.

7.7 Piece of clothing

There's a heat
in passion
that could melt
the t-shirt right
off of his muscles.

She clings to him,
bare,
vulnerable and
ready for the fire.

7.8 Love

I long to whisper
my secrets
in your ear,
and drink champagne
on the balcony,
secured by the iron
you've built around us.

I can't wait
until we get our
moment in peace,
the calm before
our blessing,
and the patience
in our breaths.

8.1 Transport/weather

She stepped out
from the steps of the train,
and sucked in her breath -
the rain had begun
to beat against
her lashes,
and she smiled.

8.2 3 verses/3 lines each

She waits -
a pregnant breath held
deep inside her,

and wonders what
the day may hold
as she stretches her muscles -

a morning ritual,
she dances to her coffee,
and takes a heavy sip.

8.3 Royalty

She sits high
with her chin
higher, and promises
herself the world -

she must push herself
harder than she's ever done
before, she will win
that ruby for her crown.

8.4 First Time

Our first kiss
is a memory.

Gone from the back of my mind
and I can't help but
wonder, when did that happen?

We used to laugh, play,
bicker in love,
but now even our greatest
moment has escaped.

8.5 Wild Card

Scissor hands
are sculpting
fragments
from my hair -
what has she done?

8.6 Formed Poem

Never underestimate
obvious choices

My lips are bruised
or split, or cracked
really tired of writing
even terrible poetry.

8.7 Piece of clothing

How cliche to say
she wears her heart
on the sleeve of her sweater,
biting at the collar
in effort to make a change.

8.8 Love

My lips
become bruised
from screaming
your name -
where the is love
there is passion.

9.1. transport + weather

Radio waves and hair blows in the wind
and your hand's on my lap, and we're talking
sheepishly, about the turn you forgot to take
and the traffic light you missed -
you blamed the sunny weather, but I caught you
looking at me, and caught you catching me -
all the while the car seemed to stand still
in time, as we were saving this scene
in the photoalbum of our hearts.

9.2. 3 x minimum 3

one -

we are strangers, reaching over
to grab the day's newspapers -
I roll my eyes at the horoscope,
you laugh at the comics

two -

at 8.01 AM, we both miss the train
and ask each other about an alternative
and end up sitting at the cafe -
I silently sip my hot chocolate
and you burn your tongue on black coffee.

three -

one year later, we're no miracle -
I have given up on horoscopes,
and you're studying thermodynamics
last minute, and we're silent.

9.3. royalty

She holds her pencil like a scepter,
ice princess at last - firing icicles
at her diary, her sketchbook, her piano sheets,
destroying all that's left of her heart.

9.4. first time

I can't deny, I sometimes wonder what it's like
to see you blush when the cold of my hands
reaches beneath your shirt, and the stars
shut their eyes, leaving us in the dark
about your secret wishes, despite
the way the moonlight still guides you
like a marionette, and locks us up
like a work of art, forever embraced in wood.

9.5. wild card

We play funny games -
I accidentally lose wifi
waiting for you to speak some more,
you slips words about exes
waiting for me to speak some more,
we hide behind smileys and wait
for one another to speak the truth.

9.6. formed

squinting my eyes like
quasimodo now, since pnq
usurped my sleeping pattern,
inevitably snatching my vision
since contact lenses refuse to
hide the dirt in its bowls

9.7. piece of clothing

The wind whips against skin now
and you're still wearing that laced top
with your bra shining through,
chin up and ignoring stares that whisper
inappropriate words at your inappropriateness,
as if chewing your bubblegum a little bit louder
would drown out the jealousy - and it reminds me
of the same, laced top hanging lonely
in my closet, and the breasts that still
haven't grown much since the day we shopped together.

9.8. love

Love, till now, has mostly meant
turning anti-clockwise and meeting the same man
in different clothes, and different cologne.
I remember dreaming of a tattooed arm
and dark hair, exposed for my hands
to roam over. Now, all I want is to sit
like a duckling in the grass, hiding
in the safety of my own wings, except
everyday a different crowd walks by
to picnic, or to play with their dog,
and everyday, I see a glimpse of dark locks
disappearing into the trees, like the kite
I lost as a child, too small to get back.

10.1 weather/transport

trains pushing through snow
bouldering the white stuff high
surely must be tough

10.2. 3 x minimum 3

God help me write
Only tonight I am blank
Don't have anything left

Dam I need a burst
An emotional thirst
My creative juices dry

Dry as a bone
Rubbish poem thrown
You can ignore it

10.3 Royalty

Prince William sat awaiting
with Charles salivating
the queen is getting old
We will soon be king we are told
but her Liz is a tough old lady
might be 90ish but fit as a daisy

10.4 First time

Our eyes met over a box of screws
the first time I ever saw you
working together had its ups and downs
but loving each other extinguished the frowns
so many years later we are still going strong
why have you put up with me, for so long???

10.5 Wild card

trees breath carbon away
leaves outstretched on limbs that sway
until autumns here

10.6 Formed

Losing my head, in a spin
Only your voice is allowed in
Vested interest in your soul
Eternity together is my goal

10.7 piece of clothing

I am sure these under crackers weren't this small
Since you washed them I cant get them on at all
Surely the water was too hot, spun all wrong
or is it because I now sport an arse like a gong

10.8 Love

Love is fashionable to teens
fall in and out of like a bouncy castle
until your first child is born
or you meet at the end of the aisle to
share vows
you do not know what real love is
so don't fret if he leaves you again
Because out there is the man with the
real key to your heart.

11..1 transport + weather

I catch leaves in the basket
priding itself on my bicycle,
almost appropriate for a music video
where I'd sing of rediscovering myself
as I almost lose my balance on these
cobblestoned streets full of puddles
from yesterday's rain.

You'd sit there, camera at hand,
smiling like the silly boy you are
as you bury complaints of my voice
in your laughter, enjoying the way
I wear light dresses and honesty
whenever I'm with you.

11.2 3 x 3

And she lies in bed with a laptop,
writing about depression and backache,
whilst he stands there, not uttering a word.

She knows he knows, and he does nothing, she thinks.
But the next morning the laundry is wavering
in the wind, and the dishes lack grease.

The next evening, he cooks her favourite meal
and made her sleeping tea and gave her an extra blanket
whilst he stands there, not uttering a word.

11.3 royalty

She sleeps in a king-sized bed
like a dog, stays when her husband
goes to work at the local bar with his
poledancing collegues, and rolls over
when her husband smashes her
against the wall, and
rips her clothes apart.