A place for poems and pics
Mag 310
painting by David Ligare
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we two gathered and
communed with white
bread and grape juice
sharing secrets of our
lives, our fervent hopes,
our irrational fears
giving voice to weaknesses
and acknowledgement
to strengths
we hummed the anthems
of our ancestors and looked
to the rising sun
until through the private
sacrament
of this meager fair
we found peace
Thanks for joining Mish and me in this effort to spread peace and goodwill through our Collaboration for Peace.
photo by Mish
Spin Me
I have lost all sense of direction
East is moving West
The world is upside down
Spin me around and
Point me toward peace
Carpe Diem #947 – grass pillow
In the Way of Basho – sabi
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mossy bricks
unearthed in crumbling shed
new garden path
Carpe Diem #946 – spring evening
In the Way of Basho – hidden subject
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house sparrows
startled into flight
no hawk heard
Carpe Diem #2 – Theme Week
Color Your Life – Violet
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violet crocus
blooming in spring snow
nature’s mystery
Carpe Diem #945 – pine needles
In The Way of Basho – “Narrating an Admirable Act”
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stinging nettles
scavenged from neighbor’s field
spring tonic
Real Toads – Play It Again, Toads
Mary’s Mixed Bag : Poetry of the Ordinary
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they were my favorite pair
fuzzy socks with alternating
green, blue, and teal stripes
and now they have betrayed me
with holes in the heels
just tiny holes for now
but holes are not static
when no one is looking
they grow, slowly, steadily
from dime, to nickel,
to quarter size until
your favorite socks turn
on you – rubbing throbbing
blisters on the bottom
of your feet and you
have no choice but to
turn those favorite socks
into a puppet couple with
red yarn hair and silly grins
B&Ps Shadorma & Beyond at MLMM asks us to write an ABC poem this week
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Although I may look
Bewildered or possibly a little
Crazed, maybe a touch
Delusional just because I
Eschew large parties
Form unspoken words
Glare into the sun on cloudy days
Hold onto dreams with both hands
In case they try to fly
Just to feel their warmth
Kindly refrain from judging a
Life you are not living, instead still your
Modulated tone and voice don’t continue
Nattering away
Or speaking just to hear yourself
Please listen to my unformed words
Quiet though they might be they will
Reveal the truest me the
Silliest me the
Tender me the
Urgent beating of my heart and
Vagaries of my rhyme and rhythm these
Words that float upon my sea in
Xebecs made with wooden hulls
Yearning for your ear to hold them
Zealously they whisper love
Octain Refrain; Meeting the Bar
at d’Verse Poets, Victoria has given us another form to challenge our little gray cells
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I watched a robin build a nest
high in the branches of that tree
where it was safe, no one could see
It didn’t ask what I’d suggest
or seem to care that I was there
although I’m sure I was a pest
I sat as still as I could be
And watched a robin build a nest
Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille – this week we’re thinking spring at
MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
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purple crocus
blooming between the tulips
spring surprise
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