d’Verse Poets Pub – MTB: 5-Line Japanese Poetic Forms
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mocking bird sings
a song of imitation
as the sun sets
listening for a reply
from a lonely mate
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On the Death of the Family Historian
On the Death of the Family Historian
She was the keeper of the portal
The one who held the only key
And I believed she was immortal
Asked only what pertained to me
Relied on her for memories
And now I sit out side that door
A box of pictures from a drawer
People without names or places
No tiny scrap of family lore
They stare at me with somber faces
Stress fixer
Quadrille #104: Oh, We’re in a Fix.
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Stress Fixer
This poem is virtually
Exhausted from zooming
All over cyberspace, an
Avatar of a masked
Bandit in an old film
It has grown weary of
Recipes, cat videos
Going viral in a viral world
This poem is going to fix a cup of tea
The Wisdom of a Cat
d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics – Solitude
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The Wisdom of a Cat
We can learn much from a cat –
how to gracefully spend a day
without the company of others,
how to calmly avoid the chaos
of our surroundings by finding
a sunny spot, a comfortable
place to watch the cardinals and
blue jays, and goldfinches at the
feeders and the chubby squirrel
that scampers through the grass.
Then, when you get too warm, you
find a little snack, curl up
on your favorite chair, and
purr in contentment.
Silly Wherefore Art Thou
d’Veres Poets Pub Quadrille Monday – Lighten up a bit!
Lillian has us looking at the ‘silly’ side of things.
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Silly Wherefore Art Thou
What has happened to silly,
that willy-nilly, slightly
frilly state of giggling quite
shrilly until you very nearly
lose your breath?
When words like piccalilli
or vanilli leave us
in a dilly due
to really, really
watery eyes. Oh, how
we need some silly.
Hush
d’Verse Poets Pub – Almost a Triolet
Frank has us flexing our poetic muscles by writing a Triolet
Join the fun at the Pub
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I like the hush of twilight
When even birds are still
exiled is sun’s gypsy light
I like the hush of twilight
When day becomes contrite
And moon’s glow overspills
I like the hush of twilight
When even birds are still
Upon Her Return
d’Verse Poets Pub -MTB: The Death Sentence
Here’s the challenge –
one sentence, improvised, end of civilization as we know it
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It had been only three weeks since she kissed
Him goodbye, escaping the gloomy skies
Of home for a dose of sunshine, (something
She craved in the middle of winter even though
He did not), but something had gone awry while
She soaked up those healing rays and he sulked
Under the gray clouds because as soon as she
Stepped into the house, before she could even kick
Off her shoes, he slumped off to take a nap, signaling
The end of the world as she knew it
