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Just to Fly Free

d’Verse Poets – Meeting the Bar — Reverse Poetry
Frank is tending bar and has us beginning at the end by writing a reverse poem.
Here is my short offering


Just to Fly Free


Watching the Monarchs,
You and I,
Battered and faded,
determined to finish
some plan for life
the hand of nature dealt
Without ever knowing why
If the goal is accomplished
Just to fly free is enough

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Breaking Out

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #62 – Thinkin’ Inside the Box


Breaking Out


This poem feels boxed in
Wants to rock out
Twist and shout
Become unorthodox
This poem would like to
Break the mold
Try something bold
In colored ink create
Designs upon its box
That make you think so
Maybe you’ll become
Unboxed with it

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The Missing Piece of My Day

d’Verse Quadrille #61 – puzzle

The Missing Piece of My Day
it was a puzzely sort of day
pieces just didn’t seem
to fit together
I tried pushing round bits
into square-ish slots until
the edges started to come
unglued – flake apart
I searched for missing parts
and found each one except
the heart

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Old Fleabag

A Rhupunt Poem

Here’s my attempt at this form

These are the guidelines for the rhupunt:
• The form can be broken down into lines or stanzas
• Each line or stanza contains 3 to 5 sections
• Each section has 4 syllables
• All but the final section rhyme with each other
• The final section of each line or stanza rhymes with the final section of the other lines or stanzas


Old Fleabag
On the table
A white cat sat
Though he knew that
He’s not allowed

I tried to chase
Him from that place
Look on his face
Haughty and proud

I yelled and clapped
My fingers snapped
He was not rapt
Meowed out loud

I raised a flag
White paper bag
That old fleabag
Would not be cowed

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Learning to Ride

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #59 – Cycle
Kim is hosting at the Pub and she has our wheels spinning

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Learning to Ride

Little legs pumping
Little face pouting
Little hands gripping
Trying to pedal her shiny
Pink three-wheeled bike
Little progress without a
Little help from Dad
Little hill she picks up speed
Big smile
Big giggles – she feels like a
Big girl riding a
Try-cycle

 

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Look Me in the Eyes

d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: Getting Personal

Look Me in the Eyes

Blue-green eyes stare back at me
This true reflection of myself
They know me – show me
For who I am
Mostly hopeful, happy, smiling
Little crinkles creep out from
The corners – laugh lines
(not crows feet)
Sometimes pensive, tense(ive)
Even sad – without a sparkle to share
They’ve got the blues
Squinty, maybe flinty, just a hint
Of yellow flecks flash disapproval,
Or confusion – a simple warning-
If you know to notice
Everything about this me is held
Within these blue-green eyes
Staring out at you

 

 

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A Cobbled Heart

Quadrille #58 – Cobble us a Poem

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A Cobbled Heart

 

Her tender heart was
Coming apart at the seams
(it seems)
He found some threads
Of truth to use
To mend the open places
Where trust was seeping out
And stitch by stitch he
Cobbled together the pieces
Until her heart was whole again