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Fall Party

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #90 – We’re all a-quiver.

De has us quivering in just 44 words.

The leaves have shed their summer greens

to flaunt the bold yellow, orange, and red

kept hidden, in modesty, throughout summer.

They quiver joyfully on branches, salsa dancing

with the wind in wild abandon.

Until, reluctantly,, they release their grip –

free falling to earth.

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The Art of Toast

Poetic Bloomings –


The Art of Toast

Freshly sliced, an empty canvas.

Slightly toasted, splotches of light

brown shade the surface.

A wash of creamy, yellow butter prepares

this canvas of bread and I use my knife to

spread a deep berry-blue jam in swirls, from edge

to edge, in a starry night design.

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The Ancient One


The Ancient One

It is a grumpy old tree

covered in bumpy burls

rooted to the same spot

for decades unable to do

anything but watch and wait.

Birds perch in its branches,

squirrels race up and down its trunk.

Woodpeckers have begun searching

under its bark for insects and lichens

slowly creep over its bark. If it could,

it would grumble, in a deep voice,

to be left alone. Only the song of

a gentle breeze can sooth its soul.

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So Long Dorothy

Poetic Bloomings


So Long, Dorothy

She came, unbidden, pleading

for things I could not give her.

This unwelcome one upset

the balance of our green city

leaving destruction and uprising

in her wake. Filled with hubris,

the small girl ruined my good name –

then just as quickly disappeared,

never looking back at the consequences

of her actions on those she abandoned.

Good and evil continue to do battle.

Munchkins keep searching for equality.

Lions and Tinmen and Scarecrows forget

their strengths lie within.

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Under Covers

d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: Kafka for Kids –

“I do not see the world at all; I invent it.” from The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1923

Under Covers


I do not see the world at all
Behind my eyes so tightly closed
But I can feel a summer breeze
And smell the perfume of a rose

I hear the lovely symphony
Of birds and cows and bugs and such
The sloppy kisses of my dog
Tell me he loves me very much

Here in the darkness of my room
Beneath the covers where I sit
The world becomes what I may choose
When I imagine and invent it

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Carolina Parakeet

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #88: And the Word Is… extinct

Carolina Parakeets


There once were parakeets

here in this un-tropical

Northeastern clime

Small green birds with cheery

red and yellow faces

Friendly, social bids that brightened

the landscape – until they were gone,

completely disappeared, became extinct

I wonder if the mocking bird still repeats

their call

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Change of Plans

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #87: Quick! Nick us a poem!

Change of Plans

This poem has its nickers in a twist –

Is in a bit of a snit.

Someone has nicked the

words it wanted to wear today –

fancy words, high-heeled party words.

All that’s left are some everyday,

comfy words like

tea, books, you

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dVerse Poetics: On All Things Feline!

The cats are taking over at d’Verse Poets Pub

Lenny – (a Lannet)


We buried him beneath the garden bench

where I would take my morning cup of tea

to share the highlights of my yesterday.

I often thought I heard his rumbling purr,

although I knew it’s just my wishful heart

imagining that he was still around,

still chasing after bugs, both real and not.

Still crawling under sheets when I make beds,

still hiding deep within a paper bag

then jumping out to grab me as I pass.

He followed me around just like a pup –

a nosey, noisy, sleek white, furry friend.

Quiet unexpectedly we found him gone

and buried him beneath the garden bench.

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A Scattering of Seeds

d’Verse Poets Pub : Quadrille -…and the most beautiful words are . . .

Thanks to Lillian for sharing the 70 most beautiful words in the English language – according to a survey conducted by the British Council.

Today’s challenge is to write a Quadrille (just 44 words) using the word tranquility.

She scattered seeds and hoped for sunflowers

that would provide for birds and bumble bees.

She nurtured those small seedlings like a mother,

danced under her umbrella when it rained, and

giggled at the sight of a rainbow.

She scatted grace and found tranquility