Tag: dVerse

Draped In Memories

~ Candace ~ 10 Comments

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d’Verse Poets Pub -Come hang with me!
We’re ‘hanging out’ with Lilian tonight
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It hangs forlornly on the
Old cupboard door
Draped now in only memories
It was the favorite hanger the
One used for the very best clothes
A coal miner’s only suit – shiny with wear
A mother’s Sunday dress, home-made
Of yellow, cotton voile
A little girl’s new. first day of school
Dress, the pink one no one else had worn before
A young man’s striped suit for his wedding
This hanger that once witnessed every special
Occasion in a family’s life is
All that remains

To The Beast Of My Dreams

~ Candace ~ 19 Comments

D’Verse Poets Pub -Poetry Forms – The sonnet
Bjorn is our host at the Pub tonight

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To The Beast Of My Dreams

I thought I saw you yesterday
At our favorite grocery store
I smiled, then waved, then hollered, “Hey!”
You didn’t hear, or just ignored

I thought I heard you call my name
When I was walking on the trail
Was this some kind of childish game
That I was surely bound to fail

I dreamt about you through the night
I chased you but you ran away
When morning came with welcome light
The covers all in disarray

Assured me you were really there
Snoring like a grizzly bear

Three Cheers for This Poem

~ Candace ~ 2 Comments

d’Verse Poets – Quadrille #70: Poems of Good Cheer

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Three Cheers for This Poem

Sometimes this poem just
Has to cheer out loud
Shake its inky pom-poms
And try a split (infinitive)
It just wants to schmear
A little cheer across the page
Without regret or fear
Of reprimand from words
Like serious and stiff (upper lip)
Hooray!

Escaping Dreams

~ Candace ~ 13 Comments

Escaping Dreams

I used to dream, on random nights,
About a fire that came on sneaky feet
A hungry fire that licked its lips when
It saw me – alone – I ran and ran
All through the night until a calming
Hand held tightly to mine and I
Woke up – with you

Protest Interrupted

~ Candace ~ 8 Comments

d-Verse Poets Quadrille – Spoiler Alert!
Lillian wants us to ‘spoil’ a perfectly good Quadrille

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Protest Interrupted

I wanted to protest against the
Clouds threatening to spoil this
Sunny day – paint homemade signs
march in circles on the beach
I looked up – saw pinks
And yellows painted across the blue
Sky and I knew the sun was in love

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Poetic Asides Nov PAD – Day 21 – write a protest poem

Longing for Winks

~ Candace ~ 12 Comments

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #68: Winkle, Winkle, Little Poem

De is tending bar at the Pub tonight. Stop by and give her a *wink*

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Longing for Winks

 
This poem has grown weary of
Trying to be clever, whenever
All it really wants is to catch
Forty winks – to slink off to bed
Get some beauty sleep with sheep,
Instead
This poem winks at the stars
And beams at the moon

The Secret of a Heart

~ Candace ~ 8 Comments

d’Verse Poets – MTB – Repetition
Jilly has us repeating ourselves over at the Pub

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There was a heart
With a closed door
That I had never seen before

There was a sign
Upon that door
That I had never seen before

There was a word
The word adore
That I had never seen before

There was a lock
Upon the door
That I had never seen before

There was a key
To reach the core
That I had never seen before

There was a way –
True love secure
That I had never seen before

To just adore
That was the key
That I had never seen before

Now with that key
An open door
That I had never seen before

Confessions of a Night Owl

~ Candace ~ 15 Comments

d’Verse Poets – Quadrille #67 – early
Kim is hosting our Quadrille Monday at the pub this week.

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Confessions of a Night Owl

 

There is no early in this bird
No worms to catch
This bird like to snooze in
The early morning
Likes to roll over and catch
A few more winks
This bird hangs with the
Owls – hooting in the dark
Inside a book

The Lady

~ Candace ~ 5 Comments

It’s Quadrille Monday! at d’Verse Poets
Lillian is tending bar today and our word is Harbor

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The Lady

 
They left her standing, alone
Keeping watch over the harbor
A welcoming committee of one
In a green dress and sandals
She harbors ill-will toward none
Who pass her way – the lost, the tired
The searchers, adventurers –
Each looking for safe harbor

Clouds

~ Candace ~ 20 Comments

d’Verse Poets Pub – MTB – School Days, School Days, Good Ole Golden Rule Days . . .
Lillian is sending us back to school to write an “alphabet sestet”

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Clouds

 
everyone says clouds are soft and you can
float across the sky upon them as they
glide from here to there – but they are damp and
heavy with tears they’ve gathered from below as
if they could take away the misery they see for maybe
just a little while