d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: Mardi Gras Mambo
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Rolled Over by the Good Times
This poem is flat on its back
Decked out in beads
Passed by and forgotten
Its party days are over
No words left to dance through
These vacant lines on blank paper
It will now march to the beat
Of a different meter – slow down
Become reflective, introspective
Make each syllable accountable
Tread hand-in-hand with its muse
On soft iambic feet
rhymeswithbug 
A poem as a worn-out reveler whose time has passed. Well played! 🙂
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I like this poem as a hungover partyer. Make each syllable accountable….yes!
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become reflective, introspective, make each syllable count. It is good to have that space. Nice poem.
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In like a lion and out like a lamb. Well done!
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Nice line: “No words left to dance through” I like the part about going hand-in-hand with one’s muse.
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Ha, time to settle down and think hard about those syllables!
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That poem needs a cup of tea and a lie down. I like this extended metaphor, tender and wry.
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I like the title, Candy, and love the angle of this poem as a hungover reveller. Poor old poem, with ‘No words left to dance through’, slowed down to ‘Tread hand-in-hand with its muse / On soft iambic feet’. I hope it has an effective cure!
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I love how you made this poem into a party on it’s own.
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Yes! Sounds like you’ve found your groove. And I absolutely love the title:)
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Where have they gone, all those raucous revelers …. where have they all gone!
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Love the image of the day after…. is this the poem saying: “never again” yet another time
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