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d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #44
De is getting a “kick” out of writing a Quadrille today
Here is my #2
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Stray Poem
this poem has been kicked
to the curb
locked out of
the house
shut down
dumped
its been rained on
stepped on
flung into a tree
covered with snow
abandoned like
a stray
until my heart
opened a window
and beckoned it
to return
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #44
De is getting a “kick” out of writing a Quadrille today
—
Pricking of My Thumbs
it was a sharp kick(le)
in my pumped up ventricle
to discover you were fickle
it left me feeling sick(el)
and now I’m in a pickle
I’m left without a nickel
my thumbs begin to prickle
mixing up some chicle
turn you into pumpernickel
—
How silly!
2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 6
Write “praise” poem
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As A Child …..
I was not raised with lavish praise
Obeying rules – not an event
and being rude was not a phase
I was not raised with lavish praise
but curiosity always
received the highest compliment
I was not raised with lavish praise
Obeying rules – not an event
~~ here is my attempt at a triolet 😉
2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 5
Write a “self-destruct” poem
No Regrets
this poem is on the path to self-
destruction
it drinks in moonbeams
to excess
and inhales the smoky incense
of lavender and thyme
it stays up all night to
commune with the stars
and consumes the sweet
nectar of spring blossoms
until it is in a stupor
this poem is on the path to self
destruction
and it has no regrets
2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 4
Write a “whosoever _______ “ poem
Return Postage Included
whosoever finds this broken heart
is entitled to a reward
upon delivery (patched
and mended with fine stitching)
to its original owner
said finder must not
drop it into a postal box
reward will only be granted
if hand delivered
return postage is included
2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 3
Write a triangle poem
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Rhythm Band
the triangle just
kind of dangles from
a piece of string
most children do not choose
it from the box of
noise making instruments
it makes a tiny tingling sound
a merry jingling sound
a not too loud sound
it does not clang
like the cymbals or
rattle like maracas
it does not call
attention to itself
like the drums
but there is always one
the quiet one, the shy one
who loves the magic
of the triangle
Poetic Asides – Nov chapbook challenge
Day 2- write a Disguise poem
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Thin Disguise
she slips on her disguise –
it fits her like a silky red chemise
hiding imperfections
a disguise so perfect
no one will see her true self
the self filled with anxiety
the self consumed by insecurities
her smile and tinkling laugh
conceal the darkness
Poetic Asides – Nov chapbook challenge
Day 1 – write a New Day poem
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Morning Gloria
morning sashays in like
a woman in a red dress
who knows everyone is watching
she pushes the darkness
into a corner where it will
cower until her glow turns
and strolls away
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