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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
It rained for two days
Clouds, heavy with the remains
of Ida, cover the sky like a
sodden blanket tossed
over a clothes line
The rain gauge in the garden
overflowed and squirrels
birds, bees hunkered
down in whatever shelter they can find
A small leak appeared in my laundry room
and the ceiling dripped with the tears of Louisiana
d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: For the love of puzzles . . .
Wow, this was some challenge, Lillian!
Persistance
proving the existence of
a dark, hidden planet is
like trying to puzzle the soft
essence of your heart
moving aside the hard parts formed
over years of heartache and climbing
obstacles you have planted to dash all
new pathfinders
but I will carry on, from
dawn to end of day
searching for a crack, some sign of
yielding to the tender
impulses hidden behind an alkali-
like reaction that keeps you safe
from the acidic touches you have known
until my heart can teach yours its gentle creed
— pale moon,
my friend
Poetics: For the love of puzzles . . .
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/
In the Ladies Parlor
We come with cups filled
with our true selves, slowly
pouring out bits for others
to gather up and marvel
at their beauty.
Sometimes laughter splashes out,
sometimes tears.
Sometimes our fears or frustrations
slip over the brim to be picked
up and soothed by sages and philosophers
who understand. And when we leave that
Ladies Parlor we find our cups have
been refilled with small treasures
from the cups of others.
— Candace Kubinec
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Thank you to the Ladies Tea and Poetry Society
for a wonderful afternoon of fellowship
Dee
Slow Time
It is the slow time
The time between day
and night
The time when only cardinals
are searching for seeds
under the feeder
The time when even the trees seem
to settle and the breeze softens
The time when faint rosy smears
left by the sun remain in the sky
It is the slow time
when two hearts turn away from
the busy world
to find each other
Meet the bar with Chant poetry
Posted by Björn Rudberg (brudberg) in 10 year celebration, FormForAll, Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft
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Mending Threads
A mending thread runs from my heart to reach
A mending thread dangling from yours
A mending thread to run from us across the street
A mending thread that will stretch from person to person
A mending thread of love and peace encircling the world
A mending thread to bind our wounds and heal our aching souls
A mending thread we can weave into a giant dream catcher
A mending thread that will hold our gravest nightmares
A mending thread to save me from the loneliness of missing you
Meet the bar with Chant poetry
d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: Garden(ing)
https://dversepoets.com/2021/07/13/poetics-gardening/
Of Peace and Drama
she takes her camera to the bit of land that
she works
looking for bees and butterflies hoping
to find
a Monarch flitting among the milkweed she has planted
a place
where they can lay their eggs, where caterpillars munch the leaves
where peace
is sometimes an illusion, as insects and birds play out the drama of who
exists
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Waltmarie Poetic Form-
10 line poem, any subject, even numbered lines are 2 syllables and form their own poem when read separately. Odd lines are longer with no specific syllable count.
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
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #1845 Troiku Challenge: Summertime
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2021/06/carpe-diem-haiku-kai-1845-troiku.html
at the seashore
wind of summer through my hair
the shortest night
© Chèvrefeuille
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at the seashore
small boy with his orange bucket
builds a new world
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wind of summer through my hair
tells tales of the ancients
in a secret language
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the shortest night
leaves lovers and dreamers
longing for darkness
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