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d-Verse Poets Quadrille – Spoiler Alert!
Lillian wants us to ‘spoil’ a perfectly good Quadrille
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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
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Poetic Asides Nov PAD – Day 21 – write a protest poem
Poetic Asides PAD – Day 16 – brave
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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
d’Verse Poets – MTB – Repetition
Jilly has us repeating ourselves over at the Pub
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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
d’Verse Poets – Quadrille #67 – early
Kim is hosting our Quadrille Monday at the pub this week.
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Confessions of a Night Owl
There is no early in this bird
No worms to catch
This bird like to snooze in
The early morning
Likes to roll over and catch
A few more winks
This bird hangs with the
Owls – hooting in the dark
Inside a book
It’s Quadrille Monday! at d’Verse Poets
Lillian is tending bar today and our word is Harbor
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The Lady
They left her standing, alone
Keeping watch over the harbor
A welcoming committee of one
In a green dress and sandals
She harbors ill-will toward none
Who pass her way – the lost, the tired
The searchers, adventurers –
Each looking for safe harbor
d’Verse Poets Pub – MTB – School Days, School Days, Good Ole Golden Rule Days . . .
Lillian is sending us back to school to write an “alphabet sestet”
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Clouds
everyone says clouds are soft and you can
float across the sky upon them as they
glide from here to there – but they are damp and
heavy with tears they’ve gathered from below as
if they could take away the misery they see for maybe
just a little while
d’Verse Poets – Quadrille #64 – Quick!Write something!
Dee is tending bar today and looking for some quickness from us
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A Tiny Ember
it didn’t happen quickly –
Rather
a slow magical process
a bit by bit transformation
no spark that burst to flame –
Rather
a tiny ember that glowed within
warmed my soul
my heart
fed my muse
until I turned from poet
into poem
d’Verse Poets – Quadrille #63 – Feel the Earth move
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Renewed
take me back to the earth
to the sun and the rain
let me feel with my feet
the wet grass, the soft mud
where my soul can take root
become nourished again
buds of peace start to bloom
take me back to the earth
d’Verse Poets -Poetics: Because, Because, Because
Mish has us dancing down the yellow brick road over at the pub
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Sometimes A Coward
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Sometime, I think, I am just
Like that lion – all puffed up
Making noise – bluffing my way
Through the tough parts of life
Running away or staying silent
Hoping no one will notice me
Or ask for my help when it
Really counts
Sometimes, I think, I am just
Like that lion – cowardly and in
Need of some courage
A cheesy badge from a fake
Wizard won’t do the trick but
If you hold my hand I know I
Can brave even a wicked witch
d’Verse Poets – The Sounds of Koorogi, Cricket-dVerse Haibun Monday
It’s great to have Victoria tending bar again.
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Moving On
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I was weeding my flower beds today. A chore that had been neglected much too long. If you need some alone time, I recommend weeding. No one ever wants to help, so you have time to just think, sort things out, make some plans.
Not far from where I was working, a cricket chirped. I smiled – it sounded like a cheery hello. Another chirp and I moved on. Maybe it was a warning to keep my distance.
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woman pulling weeds
short signal to keep moving
a chirping cricket
