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Three Cheers for This Poem

d’Verse Poets – Quadrille #70: Poems of Good Cheer

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Three Cheers for This Poem

Sometimes this poem just
Has to cheer out loud
Shake its inky pom-poms
And try a split (infinitive)
It just wants to schmear
A little cheer across the page
Without regret or fear
Of reprimand from words
Like serious and stiff (upper lip)
Hooray!

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It All Depends on Moody Clouds

It All Depends on Moody Clouds

The heavy, gray blanket of clouds
Has set the mood for today
A day for curling up under a hand-made
Afghan – hands cupped around a hot
Mug of tea, a purring cat on my lap
A day for thinking and dreaming – a quiet day
A slow kind of day with no grand expectations
A day when ink can glide across paper
With no destination in mind
A day to soak up the peace while it lasts
Later today – or even tomorrow
the clouds may decide to change the mood

Posted in d'Verse Poets Pub, poetry

Escaping Dreams

Escaping Dreams

I used to dream, on random nights,
About a fire that came on sneaky feet
A hungry fire that licked its lips when
It saw me – alone – I ran and ran
All through the night until a calming
Hand held tightly to mine and I
Woke up – with you

Posted in d'Verse Poets Pub, PAD, Poetic Asides, quadrille

Protest Interrupted

d-Verse Poets Quadrille – Spoiler Alert!
Lillian wants us to ‘spoil’ a perfectly good Quadrille

Protest Interrupted

I wanted to protest against the
Clouds threatening to spoil this
Sunny day – paint homemade signs
march in circles on the beach
I looked up – saw pinks
And yellows painted across the blue
Sky and I knew the sun was in love

Poetic Asides Nov PAD – Day 21 – write a protest poem

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The Bravery of Clouds

Poetic Asides PAD – Day 16 – brave

The Bravery of Clouds

 
I wish I could be brave
Like the clouds – unafraid
Of change, of seeking new
Horizons – willing
To show their true colors
To share their bad moods,
Their joy, their tears without
Remorse and then move on

Posted in d'Verse Poets Pub, poetry

The Secret of a Heart

d’Verse Poets – MTB – Repetition
Jilly has us repeating ourselves over at the Pub

There was a heart
With a closed door
That I had never seen before

There was a sign
Upon that door
That I had never seen before

There was a word
The word adore
That I had never seen before

There was a lock
Upon the door
That I had never seen before

There was a key
To reach the core
That I had never seen before

There was a way –
True love secure
That I had never seen before

To just adore
That was the key
That I had never seen before

Now with that key
An open door
That I had never seen before