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Of Angels and Monsters – “Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!” – Dracula
There are angels and monsters in the Garden
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Choir of Angels
it was the angle of the angels
that made them wonder
a spring in the wings
that made them doubt
the tilt of tarnished halos
that caused disquiet
until the heavenly sound
of three-year old voices
filled the auditorium
making believers of them all
d’Verse Poets Pub: Form for All–Ottava Rima
Frank is tending bar and has challenged us to try this abababcc form
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Gossip
it was a stray whisper, did you feel it
did you see it as it passed through the tree
did it touch your cheek, just a little bit
did it curl into your ear like a plea
invade your mind and there it paused to sit
until words tumbled from your lips to me
with them was just a hint of discontent
a sour thought allowed to grow, ferment
In Case You Missed THE LIST–dVerse Meeting the Bar
Victoria is checkin our lists over at the Pub
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Wistful Gardening
every Spring I make new lists
seeds I want to start
plants I want to buy
bulbs I should move
natives that need divided
I buy a new journal to
track progress
and fails
record weather
bird sightings
butterfly activity
and every Fall I find those lists
tucked in the back of
an empty journal
d’Verse – May ’17
Quadrille – echo
De has us listening for echoes over at d’Verse Poets Pub
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PAD Aftermath
there is nothing left
an empty chamber
cleared of words, rhymes
no letters lying about
ink blots flung on the walls
no thought or even ideas
can be found rattling around
my muse is on hiatus
not even an echo of a poem remains
Day 29 – Poetic Asides PAD – meter
NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-nine – word from a favorite poem
I used the word meteor from a poem, Landscape With Desire by Julia Kasdorf
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Skywriting
The moon was (sky)writing love
Poems in the night with a
Glittery pen
Meteors streaking across
The sky trailing
Messages of hope and peace
We’ve almost made it! It’s the penultimate prompt in the Garden
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Penultimate Visit
If I had known tomorrow
You would be gone
I might have sat beside
Your bed a little longer
Told you all the things I
Love about you
Remembered stories from
Our childhood – the times
We giggled until our bellies
Hurt – the times we cried over
Lost pets
I would have asked you all the
Questions I had saved for
Another time
If I had known this day would
Spill over into your last
I would not have hurried home
To read a book and drink a cup
Of tea
NaPoWriMo Day twenty-nine – take a word from a favorite poem
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I have always like the Poetry of James Kavanaugh and the title poem from his book There Are Men Too Gentle To Live Among Wolves, is one of my favorites. I chose wolf as my word.
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Disguise
You howl but I
Do not reply
Only my heartbeat
Breaks the silence
Of a starless night
Instinct keeps me
Safe from you –
On the prowl
Wearing your best
Sheepskin
There’s a Boogeyman in the Garden today – eeek!
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Bye Bye Guy
You’d better boogey (on down
the road) man
Crawl out from under the
Bed and boog-a-loo, bugaboo
Make yourself scarce – crow
And fly back to your hidey-hole
So long Bubba yaga(tta)
Skedattle ’cause this gal
Has some dreamin’ to do
NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Eight – Skeltonic verse
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Two (Left) Feet
This awkward verse
seems slightly cursed
by a universe
spinning in reverse –
somewhat offbeat
and incomplete
even obsolete
stumbling down the street
on two left feet
It’s time for some humor in the Pub –
We’re writing Limericks
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Oooops Sorry
A day out including some art
Had us feeling unusually smart
We tried not to touch
Or stoke or to touch
But the stacked glass cubes just fell apart
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