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MTB — Variations on the Rubaiyat – Frank is tending bar at the Pub today
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Breaking Up
The moment that you touch my lips
I feel more inches on my hips
More pounds the scale will indicate
If I but make one little slip
I’ve licked you from my fingertips
And savored you as warming sips
I’m sorry darling chocolate
I’m leaving you for crisp kale chips
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Just kidding! 🤗 I would never break up with chocolate.
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
The Lion’s Tooth
Fierce and brave you
Prowl through my yard
Your yellow mane a happy
Harbinger of Spring
Your young toothed leaves harvested
By the old folks next door
And cooked for lunch
A peasant meal now embraced
By health enthusiasts
Have you, dear dandelion,
Long reviled by men
Pushing lawn mowers,
Become the new Kale
Showing up at Farmer’s Markets
And grocery stores?
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #54: Zip It!
Unzipped
This poem has lost the
zippity
In it’s doo-dah
It’s buttoned down
Zipped up seriousness
Until it grabs a rope
And zip lines to the
Party side of my heart
Where darkness is
Banished by a sea of
waving Zippos and
hippy-dippy zippy tunes
My Almost Masterpiece
How do I know just when to stop
When one more stroke would be too much
Or do I need to shade and crop?
I turn the bottom to the top
A little trick – it’s not a crutch
How do I know just when to stop?
Add cobalt blue to make it pop
Titanium white – a tiny touch
Or do I need to shade and crop?
Paint out the extra still life prop
Then add another pear or such
How do I know just when to stop?
Put down the brush now, let it drop
Release it from my desperate clutch
Or do I need to shade and crop?
Walk away, my canvas swap
Before I change it overmuch
How do I know just when to stop?
Or do I need to shade and crop?
On This Rainy Day – a Pantoum (I think)
just one color on this rainy day
the sky a rooftop of smokey slate
my bed is where I wish to stay
forget appointments or show up late
the sky a rooftop of smokey slate
trees and bushes a shade of gray
forget appointments, show up late
read a book, brew some Earl Grey
trees and bushes a shade of gray
chocolate cake upon a plate
read a book, brew some Earl Grey
a lazy day to appreciate
chocolate cake upon a plate
my bed is where I wish to stay
a lazy day to appreciate
just one color on this rainy day
Sunny-side up! At d’Verse Poets Pub
Lillian is looking for some sun
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Capturing the Sun
I picked a bunch of
Buttery daffodils
Trying to capture the sun
To keep a little piece for
Those days when the sky
Is only shades of gray
With dabs of paint and
Bold brush strokes my
Canvas is covered with
Yellow ruffles of sunshine
That cloudy days can not
Obscure
Sunny-side up! At d’Verse Poets Pub
Lillian is looking for some sun
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Finding Sun on a Rainy Day
Gray, rainy, damp
A somber Spring day
A day for curling up
With that book I’ve
Been meaning to read
And a cup of Earl Gray
Brewed in my sunny
Yellow teapot
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #53 – Egg
I meant to paint an egg ……
Maybe three
Lovely brown eggs
With some dark speckles
A downy feather stuck
To one of them
A slight crack for interest
put them in a nest,
in a coop,
with some chickens
Instead
I painted a pear
Carpe Diem Weekend-Meditation #25 Use That Quote
“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.” […] Rabindranath Tagore.
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wisdom of butterflies
can not be learned
in a single moment
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