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Poems of Garden Gnomes – THAT AIN’T RIGHT!
What is just out of reach of your left hand? – it is the stuff of poems (written by garden gnomes)
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My Tall Lamp
it does not care who
needs its glow or why
it shines its 60 watts
for anyone who asks
and does not judge or
criticize it spreads its
incandescent warmth
on my blank page
chasing shadows from
my thoughts and erasing
the darkness from a
moonless night
d’Verse Poets Pub -Quadrille #41 – spice
Mish is ‘spicing’ things up at the pub today
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Night
the dark and empty night would
have no shine without the
moon to light the way
the sky would be a flat
slate overhead without the
clouds to add softness
there would be no spice
if the stars did
not wink down on us
d’Verse Poets Pub -The answer is 42
Borjn is looking for questions at the Pub
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Moon Questions
what does the moon see from
its perch high above?
does it see the clouds and
storms that swirl?
does it see the ocean rise up
in anger?
does it see the earth cracking
apart, cities crumbling?
what does the moon hear from
its perch high above?
does it hear winds howling
across grasslands?
does it hear crying coming from
each corner of the globe?
or is the moon so far away
that earth is a pleasant blur
of blue and green and the cries
are just a whisper?
It’s rain(rein)(reign)ing in the Pub today
Rainy Day
it’s raining toads and frogs
and pink spotted hogs
I’m jumping in puddles
of pudding with sprinkles
when clouds of horses gallop
overhead and I grab the reins
and ride to the kingdom of
Bumbershoot where the Queen
of Wellies and the King of
Macintosh reign and
old men snore
Praying for Rain
I pray for rain – a fervent
supplication for
heavy, driving rain to wash
away my tears
I pray for clouds to reign
in the sky – blotting out
all traces of the sparkling sun
a grayness covering the memory
of your smile
I pray for thunder that rumbles
rattling windows and shaking
my soul until it becomes numb
and I can trudge onward
I pray for winds to whip and toss
my sorrow into tatters – small
pieces that can be endured
one at a time
I pray for the calm that follows
a storm where my grief can
learn to live
d’Verse Poets Pub -Quadrille #40 – free
Dee is asking for some “free” poems over at the Pub
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Free Love Poem
this poem tries to speak freely
a little genteelly, but really
it wants to shout words that
do wheelies, leave tracks you
could follow, fee-falling head
over heelies, straight through
clouds of free(zing) crystal
sentences it gathers into lines
of (free) love for you
d’Verse Poets Pub -MTB — The Acrostic
Frank has us writing ‘letters’
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Thoughtful You
This crazy life
Had me spinning
Out of control
Unsure where to
Go – what to do next
Hope was just a flicker
Trying to chase darkness
Failing to comfort me
Until you offered
Love
d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: Border
Grace has us contemplating borders in the Pub
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Unbound
I built a little border
around my herb garden
moss covered bricks
reclaimed from a long
forgotten sidewalk
In my garden I planted
dill, chamomile, thyme
and oregano in straight lines
I made a chart so everyone
would see what an orderly
gardener I was, and think
highly of me
I was proud
The dill and chamomile spread
willy-nilly throughout the
flopping oregano that
threatened to smother
the humble thyme
each plant deciding for
itself where it would grow
I removed the little border
of bricks and set my garden free
I was happy
d’Verse Poets Pub -Poetics: Musical Muse
Mish is tending bar at the Pub and humming a little tune for our inspiration
I used “Blowin’ in the Wind’ by Bob Dylan
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Waitin’
It was just Blowin’ In The Wind
waiting for someone to notice
just hangin’ out hoping
someone would reach up
grab it, nab it
biding its time, twiddling its
thumbs, wondering why someone
didn’t realize its been here
the whole time
ready to be embraced
longing to be shared
hoping someone will wipe
the hate from their eyes
and find peace
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #38 – Dream
Sweet dreams, De
—
High Flying Dreamer
I’m dreaming, scheming, seeming
to fly to the edge of the gleaming sun
then fall back to earth,screaming
with joy, hair streaming behind like a sail
inhale, exhale, breath slowly
let it flow, run downhill
until exhausted I rest in the
arms of Orpheus
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