A place for poems and pics
d’Verse – May ’17
Quadrille – echo
De has us listening for echoes over at d’Verse Poets Pub
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PAD Aftermath
there is nothing left
an empty chamber
cleared of words, rhymes
no letters lying about
ink blots flung on the walls
no thought or even ideas
can be found rattling around
my muse is on hiatus
not even an echo of a poem remains
It’s time for some humor in the Pub –
We’re writing Limericks
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Oooops Sorry
A day out including some art
Had us feeling unusually smart
We tried not to touch
Or stoke or to touch
But the stacked glass cubes just fell apart
d’Verse Poets Pub Quadrille #31 – still
Moonstruck
every morning finds you sneaking out
peeking around a star as morning comes
tapping, flapping its arms in (de)light
you leave me moping, hoping to see you
when the sun sets its head upon a cloud
closes its shiny eyes – but
I love you still
d’Verse Poets Pub -Tuesday Poetics: Wish you were here.
De is tending bar and wants us to send her some postcards
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FINAL NOTICE!
If you do not respond to this mess(age)
we will be forced to cancel our services
All clothing should be picked up, plates
and cups returned to the kitchen and
trash swept out from under the bed
Sincerely,
The Mumagement
d’Verse Poets Pub -Oldies but Goodies, No Matter the Age
Lillian is hosting and has asked us to choose a popular song from our early years as the inspiration for a poem.
1951 – How High the Moon by Les Paul and Mary Ford
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So High
How high the moon seems on
A clear winter night
So high
Even the stars can’t touch it
Shining down on this simple planet
Lighting the way for travelers
And lovers
d’Verse Poets Pub Quadrille #30
It’s a ‘drizzle’ kind day with Mish tending bar at the pub
This is one of those poems that took off and wrote itself 😉
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Sculpting En Plein Air
Drops began to drizzle
The day work began
His spirit began to frizzle
Under rainy clouds
Desire began to fizzle
He had lost the sizzle
Of sculpting his true love
She began to shiver
Could not hold the pose
He put down his chisel
D”Verse Poets Pub – Does your dog wear a raincoat???
Lillian is tending bar with the animals today
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Feathered Friends
people sit beneath this tree
watching you, watching me
spilling secrets from their hearts
not suspecting we are smart
enough to even comprehend
the bond between two special friends
so we just sit and until they leave
astounded they are so naive
d’Verse Poets Pub: Quadrille – balloon
De has us up in the air with balloons today
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Party Girlie
I’m feeling rather bal(loony)
No one pulling my strings
No longer anchored by
Heavy thoughts
Floating along with whichever
Wind blows the sweetest
Bobbing through the day seemingly
Without direction or purpose
Looking for a party or some
Celebration where I can
Be me
d’Verse Poets Pub – Meet the Bar with impressionism
Bjorn has challenged us to write as an impressionist would paint.
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Spring Snowstorm
snow
heavy, wet
covers every bare branch
until just a hint of red maple buds
catch the sun’s rays
every shrub, a shapeless mound
the pale gray sky blends into the
featureless landscape where
the booted tracks of a child
create random patterns
of shadow across my yard
d’Verse Poets Pub – Verbify Me
Lillian has challenged us to create a new verb.
Smoothed Out
I’ve been mayonnaised
the bits and pieces of me
swirled and blended
homogenized
until I’m smoothed out
spread flat, sandwiched
between words that comfort
and words that cut
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