d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: travels in the wild
Haiku
(about a squirrel hunting in the mountains)
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peaks covered in Oaks
squirrel hunting in the mountains
has found Nirvana
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A Place to Shine
dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille 117 — The Dude Abides
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A Place to Shine
Stars grew weary of the day.
They twinkled their hardest and
still could not outshine the bully Sun.
They danced and sparkled until
some burnt themselves out,
some collapsed. The gentle
Moon opened its arms wide and
beckoned to them, “Come, abide with me.”
A Place to Shine
dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille 117 — The Dude Abides
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A Place to Shine
Stars grew weary of the day.
They twinkled their hardest and
still could not outshine the bully Sun.
They danced and sparkled until
some burnt themselves out,
some collapsed. The gentle
Moon opened its arms wide and
beckoned to them, “Come, abide with me.”
Seeking Merope
d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: Stars that count
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Seeking Merope
Somewhere hidden in darkness
she waits for her chance to glow.
Seductive and pulsing her
shine is covered with dusty
silken robes of jealousy.
Sisters who fear her brightness
secret her away in shame.
Jisei haiku
d’Verse Poets Pub – MTB: Jisei (Japanese Death Poems)
Jisei haiku
empty garden bench
covered with ragged brown leaves
forever lifeless
haiku
d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: Look into my Eyes
haiku
wisdom unspoken
golden eyes that know my heart
the soul of a cat
Namaste
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #116: Poem Those Possibles
Namaste
We find ourselves twisted and stretched
Into Impossible positions – Eagle arms,
bridges, chairs, up and down
dogs. Sometimes we are
mountains, sometimes
dolphins or camels. Then slowly breath in,
breath out coming back to heart center–
armed with peace,
facing a day of possibilities.
Poor November
d’Verse Poets Pub -Poetics – Stoddard, Longfellow and Bryant say hello! (What does November mean to you?)
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Poor November
Oh, poor November, ugly duckling
of the Autumn season.
Trees stripped bare of vibrant
orange and yellow by a cold, cruel wind.
Left to idly sit, waiting, between celebrations,
with nothing to do but ponder
the condition of the human race.
Medicine for What Ails You
d’Verse Poets Pub – In need of a happiness project?
Quadrille #115 – happiness
Medicine for What Ails You
She’s been happied again.
A large dose of giggles washed
down with extra silly filled her
soul – left it overbrimming with joy.
Just when things were looking grim
in rushed the experts with games
and flights of Imagination that only
eight-year olds can summon.
Star Envy
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #114 – Poetical Magnetism
Star Envy
I think the moon has a
mag(ic)net that it
throws across the
inky sky. I find myself
drawn outside, looking up,
hoping for a glimpse of
glow, sliver of shine
from this untouchable
lodestone. I envy the stars that
bask In its magnetic nimbus.
