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d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #44
De is getting a “kick” out of writing a Quadrille today
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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
~
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
~
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
Artistic Interpretations with Margaret
Margaret has shared some art exhibited at the NC County Fair in Asheville for our inspiration in the Garden
Waiting
I wait
for the footfall
that doesnt come
the gentle touch
that used to
calm my fears
I wait for the soft
tones of a voice filled
with love that is
now lost
I wait
alone
and yet
I hope
so I’ll wait on
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #43 – creak
Night Noises
what is that creaking,
keeping me from sleeping
I’ll not be peeping
from beneath my quilt
it might be creepy spirits
streaking through the air
or some sneaky vampire
seeking out my cheek
a havoc wreaking freak
– mustn’t shriek
mustn’t squeak –
Eek!
END OF THE LINE – Garden Gnomes are turning things upside down. We are to start a new poem using the ending line from a poem written by someone else. Nice challenge, this.
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A Poem Starting With An Ending Line From Henry Carlile
only a woman in a red dress
and tearful eyes
standing in a room full of
black-clad mourners
can teach us how to grieve boldly
yet still hold on the tenuous thread
that binds us to this world
~
using the last line from “The Cardinal” by Henry Carlile
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