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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
Poetic Bloomings -INFORM POET – SHADORMA
The Shadorma is a Spanish poetic form made up of a stanza of six lines (sestet) with no set rhyme scheme. It is a syllabic poem with a meter of 3/5/3/3/7/5. It can have many stanzas, as long as each follows the meter.
d’Verse Poets Pub – OLN
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Clean laundry
So neatly folded
In a pile
Makes me think
Of warm days, gentle breezes
My mother’s clothes line
Hung with the
Details of our lives
Dad’s blue shirts
My patched shorts
And the beautiful lacy
Slips my mother wore
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d’Verse Poets Pub -Come hang with me!
We’re ‘hanging out’ with Lilian tonight
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It hangs forlornly on the
Old cupboard door
Draped now in only memories
It was the favorite hanger the
One used for the very best clothes
A coal miner’s only suit – shiny with wear
A mother’s Sunday dress, home-made
Of yellow, cotton voile
A little girl’s new. first day of school
Dress, the pink one no one else had worn before
A young man’s striped suit for his wedding
This hanger that once witnessed every special
Occasion in a family’s life is
All that remains
Poetic Bloomings -PROMPT #211 – “AND I QUOTE” – INSTALLMENT #1
The “AND I QUOTE” prompts will take a quotation from some random person of note and be the basis for our poetry. We’ve used this idea to some great effect in the past, so if it ain’t broke…
Today’s quote:
“If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this
thing is to be remembered.” ~Edgar Allan Poe
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I put your name on that list
That list of people in my head
That list I didn’t write on paper
Because I didn’t want to misplace that list
Or clutter my desk with that list
Or lose that list among the pictures
Hanging on the fridge
I put your name on that mental list
Of people I should call, text, e-mail –
Or maybe even write to (gasp!)
I put your name on the top of that list,
That infinite list, growing ever longer
Curling around in my little gray cells
Ending up filed away under ‘Good Intentions’
D’Verse Poets Pub -Poetry Forms – The sonnet
Bjorn is our host at the Pub tonight
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To The Beast Of My Dreams
I thought I saw you yesterday
At our favorite grocery store
I smiled, then waved, then hollered, “Hey!”
You didn’t hear, or just ignored
I thought I heard you call my name
When I was walking on the trail
Was this some kind of childish game
That I was surely bound to fail
I dreamt about you through the night
I chased you but you ran away
When morning came with welcome light
The covers all in disarray
Assured me you were really there
Snoring like a grizzly bear
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!
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
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
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #68: Winkle, Winkle, Little Poem
De is tending bar at the Pub tonight. Stop by and give her a *wink*
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Longing for Winks
This poem has grown weary of
Trying to be clever, whenever
All it really wants is to catch
Forty winks – to slink off to bed
Get some beauty sleep with sheep,
Instead
This poem winks at the stars
And beams at the moon
Day 5 – a ‘private’ poem
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Cloud Storage
Some, although not I, tap
Their hopes and dreams, and yes,
Their most private thoughts,
Upon a screen, then with a
Click send it all into the unknown
To be forever stored in the Cloud
Some, although not I, commit
Their inner most longings, even
Confidential introspection to
Lines upon a page, in great clouds of ink
Then stash it beneath a mattress
Away from curious scallawags
Instead, I gather my secrets, bundle
Them up and whisper them into
The sky where a passing cloud
Collects them, stores them in a pocket,
Keeps them, forever safe
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