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Bragging Rights
This poem’s been dragged and bagged
and now it’s lagging behind – trying to
flag down some scallawag staggering
by, wagging an extra word or two
that it needs to snag if it’s ever
going to be able to brag about itself
properly, on paper
Dee brings out the silly in me
A Salty Tear
Like a clown, this poem paints
on a happy face and goes serenely
about its day cooking, cleaning, caring.
All the while there is a small salty
tear waiting at the corner of its eye –
waiting to be released when
no one can see.
Dancing in the Dark
My friend, the moon, is hanging about
In the dark waiting for me to come outside
and dance with him. The wind is whistling a
waltz, so I kick off my shoes gliding across the
grass, as dew drops nibble kisses on my toes.
The Howling Moon
Clear winter night, no clouds,
perfect for watching the full moon rise.
It’s called the Wolf Moon.
I can see my breath, suspended in air, and
wonder about that name. Do you think
this cold winter moon howls for the many
who shiver tonight?
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d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille # 137: Throwing Poem Stones
Duck! De Jackson has us throwing stones at each other.
The Rescue
I rescued a katydid from the pool this morning,
laying it gently on the deck, hoping it will dry
out, crawl away. Rain is in the forecast,
so I move it to a stone under a broad leaf.
I hope it’s a lucky stone.
Quadrille # 137: Throwing Poem Stones
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #135: Shake that Poem Groove Thang
Forever Grooving
The needle dropped into the
groove of the old 45-
scratchy sounds of rock’n roll
filled the room. Her hips
and heart began to sway,
images of a high school gym
filled with teenagers floated
behind her closed eyes, and
she felt groovy again.
Quadrille #135: Shake that Poem Groove Thang
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #134: We {heart} poems
Heart of the Matter
This poem would like to get right
To the heart of the matter
Dispense with heart-shaped boxes
And frilly construction paper hearts
No plucking heartstrings or silly
“I heart you” stickers. This poem wears
its heart on its sleeve and shouts,
“I love you!”
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https://dversepoets.com/2021/08/23/quadrille-134-we-heart-poems/
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille 131 – with Brian Miller
the word today is “Juke”
Time Traveler
she has her own Jukebox
an antique with colorful neon lights
she has filled with her favorite 45s
oldies that take her back to dances in the gym
and a boy with slicked back hair
she pushes B5 and dances alone
with her memories
Quadrille 131 – with Brian Miller
A Curious Deception
It’s curious how the moon glides calmly
through the night sky, serenely shining down
on peace and wars alike, when all the while
it is tugging and pulling at this planet earth
silently directing time and tides and
migrating birds and you and me
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #126 – Come “bother” up a poem
Why Bother
This poem didn’t bother to get
dressed – just stayed in its pjs all day
not bothered by the flapping
of its slippers or the flopping of its
hair-do, hoping no one will bother it
until it doesn’t have to bother
masking its feelings
Quadrille #126 – Come “bother” up a poem
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