A Lover Leaps

 

Welcome 2018!
D’Verse Poets Pub Quadrille #47 – leap

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A Lover Leaps

My heart said,
“Go ahead, take a leap.”
But my brain said,
“No, no, no – you might
Get hurt.”
You smiled
A tender smile
Your blue eyes sparkled
With joy
My heart took a deep breath
My brain closed it’s eyes
I leapt

 

An Inconvenience

Paul is talking Change over at the Pub

 

An Inconvenience

 

A neighbor cut down
an old Black Walnut tree
it was inconvenient –
dropping walnuts in the fall
as walnut trees are wont to do

And then another cut down
a Red Maple
it was inconvenient –
shedding all those leaves in the fall
as maple trees are inclined to do

Yet one more is contemplating
three tall pines behind his house
they are inconvenient –
scattering pine cones in the fall
as pine trees must surely do

Now the birds and squirrels
search out another perch
it is inconvenient –
finding seeds and nuts elsewhere
I think that I will plant a tree

All Jazzed Up

d’Verse Poets Pub -Jazz poetry with Amaya
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All Jazzed Up

 

this poem is all jazzed up
hair slicked back
one cool cat, man

a take the (A) train
smoke-gets-in-your
eyes torch song
kinda poem

 

the heart of this poem
is laying down
a hope-you-dig-me
crazy beat

noodling a jive tune
to tell you –
before you split –

you send me

 

Heart of Stone

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #45
Mish is throwing rocks in the Pub today

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Heart of Stone

what i know about rocks could fill a
rocket
or not
i know they can be thrown
and skipped
dug up
and buried
painted
sometimes they rock when
stepped on
what I’ve learned about rocks
is that they hold great mysteries
in their hearts

 

Silent Stones

Fukuroo–Who? Who? Who? dVerse Haibun Monday


Silent Stones

I have ben painting animals on rocks – this years Christmas gift project for my best friends. The ones who will not snicker when they open the package. One calico cat is finished and it looks at me with a bewildered expression as I cover another small rock with white paint. This stone is destined to become an owl for a friend who throws shoes at the squirrels in her garden. I have no illusions that this owl will do anything other than make her smile.

 

snowy owl
silent as a stone
in the woods

Ode To A Brave Warrior

It’s Odes, Poems of Praise,  at d’Verse Poets Pub where Frank is tending bar

 

Ode To A Brave Warrior

 

there once was a brave warrior
who went boldly into battle
she faced her enemy with
noble determination
accepting each victory with
humble grace and gratitude
she was a kind and loving hero
with a hopeful heart
there once was a brave warrior
who fought with all her being
until the enemy surrounded her
and she moved on to join the
warriors who went before

Heloooo

d’Verse Poets Pub – Lookin’ Up!
There’s something up there – Lillian has us star gazing through the Hubble telescope

The Hourglass Nebula

 

Credit: ESA/Hubble; Raghvendra Sahai and John Trauger (JPL), the WFPC2 science team, and NASA/ESA

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Helloooo

 

it is a conundrum

of astronomical proportions –

when I put my eye to the eyepiece

peer into the heavens

searching for blackholes

poked into the fabric that

covers our planet

is there someone looking back?

 

Stray Poem

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #44
De is getting a “kick” out of writing a Quadrille today
Here is my #2

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Stray Poem

this poem has been kicked
to the curb
locked out of
the house
shut down
dumped

its been rained on
stepped on
flung into a tree
covered with snow

abandoned like
a stray

 

until my heart
opened a window
and beckoned it
to return

Pricking of My Thumbs

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #44
De is getting a “kick” out of writing a Quadrille today

Pricking of My Thumbs

 

it was a sharp kick(le)
in my pumped up ventricle
to discover you were fickle
it left me feeling sick(el)
and now I’m in a pickle
I’m left without a nickel
my thumbs begin to prickle
mixing up some chicle
turn you into pumpernickel

How silly!

Night Noises

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #43 – creak
Night Noises

what is that creaking,
keeping me from sleeping
I’ll not be peeping
from beneath my quilt
it might be creepy spirits
streaking through the air
or some sneaky vampire
seeking out my cheek
a havoc wreaking freak
– mustn’t shriek
mustn’t squeak –
Eek!