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Quadrille #75: Spike up a Poem
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Waiting for the Equinox
This poem is ready to do that Spring thing
shed some layers, put away the sled.
It’s feeling a spike in gratitude – change
of attitude as that old sun creeps closer,
shines shinier, starts to warm the bones
of this winter weary poem
D’Verse Poets – Poetry Forms – The Pantoum
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In Early March
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because it started slowly
it fooled us into disbelief
once again the forecast wrong
winter’s surely in retreat
it fooled us into disbelief
fine, feathery flakes seemed harmless
winter’s surely in retreat
no need watch or worry now
fine, feathery flakes seemed harmless
we put away our shovels, gloves
no need to watch and worry now
and in the morning we’re snowed in
we put away our shovels, gloves
once again the forecast wrong
and in the morning we’re snowed in
because it started slowly
d’Verse Poets Pub – Games night!
Sarah has us playing computer games. I chose the following three
Elder scrolls
Space war
Torchlight
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I walk through the rows
By tourchlight, my trowel
In hand, a packet of seeds
In my pocket
Trying to plant the ‘old’ way
Under the light of the moon
Following the method written
In the elder scrolls –
Hoping that at harvest time
Peas and beans and squash
Will be engaged in space wars
d’Vers Poets Pub – Poetry Forms – The Rubaiyat
Frank has us ‘forming’ some lines of poetry at the Pub tonight
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Passing a Window Late One Night
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Our eyes met through the window pane
A chance that may not come again
For just one second we were one
A feeling I can not explain
Then, just as quickly, she was gone
A graceful, caramel colored fawn
I look for her on clear, dark nights
To pass, once more, across my lawn
And wonder if she looks for me
When eating apples from my tree
I won’t forget that look we shared
One night that ended magically
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A little green came peeping through
It filled my heart with glee
Then nothing more for days and days
I wonder, is it me
I gave you water faithfully
Whenever you felt dry
I put you with my other plants
But maybe you are shy
I moved you to a warmer spot
So you would not get cold
I didn’t ask if you would mind
Perhaps I was too bold
Some music just might do the trick
I put some on for you
I played the Beatle’s Rubber Soul
Do you prefer The Who
Today I moved you one more time
To get a little sun
I’ve done my best, it’s up to you
Plant-up and get it done
d’Verse Poets Pub – Shed some light on this today!
Lillian is our gracious host in the pub tonight
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She built a shed
To shield her heart
Filled with her own
Soft words and art
It was a shell
In which to hide
From bitter winds
And foaming tides
Built to protect
A wounded soul
Keep others out
Stay in control
Until she heard
One plaintive note
So she peeked out
And saw a boat
A boat that floundered
In the waves
It needed help
It needed saved
Again that plaintive
Note rang out
It rang for her
There was no doubt
She opened wide
The she-shell door
To show the boat
Where it could moor
She let that note
Into her soul
It turned to love
It made her whole
d’Verse Poets Pub – Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Quadrille #71)
De is thinking about making some changes
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This poem is no changeling
No lesser substitute
It’s the real thing
Imbued with twenty-four
Carat moonbeams
And diamond starlight
It is cloaked in nightingale song
The fragrance of sweet Cereus
It is the best it can be and
It offers itself to you
