Old Fleabag

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A Rhupunt Poem

Here’s my attempt at this form

These are the guidelines for the rhupunt:
• The form can be broken down into lines or stanzas
• Each line or stanza contains 3 to 5 sections
• Each section has 4 syllables
• All but the final section rhyme with each other
• The final section of each line or stanza rhymes with the final section of the other lines or stanzas

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Old Fleabag
On the table
A white cat sat
Though he knew that
He’s not allowed

I tried to chase
Him from that place
Look on his face
Haughty and proud

I yelled and clapped
My fingers snapped
He was not rapt
Meowed out loud

I raised a flag
White paper bag
That old fleabag
Would not be cowed

Here I Find My Peace

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Peace is every Step
We’re looking for some peace in the Garden

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Here I Find My Peace

 

My peace is not found in the dark
Watching the constellations
Or bathing in the gentle glow
Of the moon
My peace is not found
In the solitude of a bench
Beside a lake or in the warmth
Of the sand or the rush of the waves
At the edge of the sea
It is not lingering in the song
Of birds of the scent of flowers
I keep my peace tucked safely
In the folds of my heart where
I feel its calming smoothness
Like a piece of fine satin
Against my cheek
Here I find my peace – within myself

 

Learning to Ride

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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

 

winter love

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Carpe Diem’s Crossroads #11 “a winter’s love”

torn apart clothes
thrown against a beach pole
a winter’s love

bare footed
wandering about the nude beach
in heart of winter

© Chèvrefeuille

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Here is my fusion haiku –
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Clothes on a beach pole
Footprints leave a sandy trail
Lovers stroll away

Look Me in the Eyes

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d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: Getting Personal

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Look Me in the Eyes

Blue-green eyes stare back at me
This true reflection of myself
They know me – show me
For who I am
Mostly hopeful, happy, smiling
Little crinkles creep out from
The corners – laugh lines
(not crows feet)
Sometimes pensive, tense(ive)
Even sad – without a sparkle to share
They’ve got the blues
Squinty, maybe flinty, just a hint
Of yellow flecks flash disapproval,
Or confusion – a simple warning-
If you know to notice
Everything about this me is held
Within these blue-green eyes
Staring out at you

 

 

A Cobbled Heart

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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