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d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #45
Mish is throwing rocks in the Pub today
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Heart of Stone
what i know about rocks could fill a
rocket
or not
i know they can be thrown
and skipped
dug up
and buried
painted
sometimes they rock when
stepped on
what I’ve learned about rocks
is that they hold great mysteries
in their hearts
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #44
De is getting a “kick” out of writing a Quadrille today
Here is my #2
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Stray Poem
this poem has been kicked
to the curb
locked out of
the house
shut down
dumped
its been rained on
stepped on
flung into a tree
covered with snow
abandoned like
a stray
until my heart
opened a window
and beckoned it
to return
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #44
De is getting a “kick” out of writing a Quadrille today
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Pricking of My Thumbs
it was a sharp kick(le)
in my pumped up ventricle
to discover you were fickle
it left me feeling sick(el)
and now I’m in a pickle
I’m left without a nickel
my thumbs begin to prickle
mixing up some chicle
turn you into pumpernickel
—
How silly!
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #43 – creak
Night Noises
what is that creaking,
keeping me from sleeping
I’ll not be peeping
from beneath my quilt
it might be creepy spirits
streaking through the air
or some sneaky vampire
seeking out my cheek
a havoc wreaking freak
– mustn’t shriek
mustn’t squeak –
Eek!
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #42 – hope
De has filled the pub with hope
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A Shell of Hope
we coat our hearts with
a fragile shell of hope
trying to protect it from
the chips and cracks
that will inevitably occur
we seal those chips and cracks
with patches of tolerance,
knowledge and love
making our hope shine
brightly amid the darkness
d’Verse Poets Pub -Quadrille #41 – spice
Mish is ‘spicing’ things up at the pub today
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Night
the dark and empty night would
have no shine without the
moon to light the way
the sky would be a flat
slate overhead without the
clouds to add softness
there would be no spice
if the stars did
not wink down on us
d’Verse Poets Pub -Quadrille #40 – free
Dee is asking for some “free” poems over at the Pub
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Free Love Poem
this poem tries to speak freely
a little genteelly, but really
it wants to shout words that
do wheelies, leave tracks you
could follow, fee-falling head
over heelies, straight through
clouds of free(zing) crystal
sentences it gathers into lines
of (free) love for you
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #38 – Dream
Sweet dreams, De
—
High Flying Dreamer
I’m dreaming, scheming, seeming
to fly to the edge of the gleaming sun
then fall back to earth,screaming
with joy, hair streaming behind like a sail
inhale, exhale, breath slowly
let it flow, run downhill
until exhausted I rest in the
arms of Orpheus
Quadrille #35 – pepper
Kim is tending bar at the Pub today. We’re celebrating Sgt Pepper’s 50th anniversary. Really! 50!!! Tell me it isn’t so.
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I’m a Believer
It was Sgt Pepper who broke my heart
he had a Rubber Soul
I walked The Long and Winding Road alone
Mr Moon was waiting and I whispered
Do You Want to Know a Secret?
I’m The Fool on the Hill believing
love survives
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
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