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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
d’Verse Poets – Quadrille #67 – early
Kim is hosting our Quadrille Monday at the pub this week.
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Confessions of a Night Owl
There is no early in this bird
No worms to catch
This bird like to snooze in
The early morning
Likes to roll over and catch
A few more winks
This bird hangs with the
Owls – hooting in the dark
Inside a book
It’s Quadrille Monday! at d’Verse Poets
Lillian is tending bar today and our word is Harbor
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The Lady
They left her standing, alone
Keeping watch over the harbor
A welcoming committee of one
In a green dress and sandals
She harbors ill-will toward none
Who pass her way – the lost, the tired
The searchers, adventurers –
Each looking for safe harbor
d’Verse Poets – Quadrille #64 – Quick!Write something!
Dee is tending bar today and looking for some quickness from us
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A Tiny Ember
it didn’t happen quickly –
Rather
a slow magical process
a bit by bit transformation
no spark that burst to flame –
Rather
a tiny ember that glowed within
warmed my soul
my heart
fed my muse
until I turned from poet
into poem
d’Verse Poets – Quadrille #63 – Feel the Earth move
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Renewed
take me back to the earth
to the sun and the rain
let me feel with my feet
the wet grass, the soft mud
where my soul can take root
become nourished again
buds of peace start to bloom
take me back to the earth
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #62 – Thinkin’ Inside the Box
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Breaking Out
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This poem feels boxed in
Wants to rock out
Twist and shout
Become unorthodox
This poem would like to
Break the mold
Try something bold
In colored ink create
Designs upon its box
That make you think so
Maybe you’ll become
Unboxed with it
d’Verse Quadrille #61 – puzzle
The Missing Piece of My Day
it was a puzzely sort of day
pieces just didn’t seem
to fit together
I tried pushing round bits
into square-ish slots until
the edges started to come
unglued – flake apart
I searched for missing parts
and found each one except
the heart
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #59 – Cycle
Kim is hosting at the Pub and she has our wheels spinning
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Learning to Ride
Little legs pumping
Little face pouting
Little hands gripping
Trying to pedal her shiny
Pink three-wheeled bike
Little progress without a
Little help from Dad
Little hill she picks up speed
Big smile
Big giggles – she feels like a
Big girl riding a
Try-cycle
Quadrille #58 – Cobble us a Poem
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A Cobbled Heart
Her tender heart was
Coming apart at the seams
(it seems)
He found some threads
Of truth to use
To mend the open places
Where trust was seeping out
And stitch by stitch he
Cobbled together the pieces
Until her heart was whole again
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille – Shall We Gather?
Lillian is gathering quadrilles over at the pub
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A Gathering Most Fowl
It was a mob scene
A larger-than-large gathering
This gaggle of geese
Waiting, impatiently,
For the corn in our pockets
Honking, pushing, and when
We had no more to give
They swam gracefully to the
Other side of the lake
Without a backward glance
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