At d’Verse Poets
Meeting the Bar – Form: Tanka
two ruby red lips
parted in a flirty smile
tease the tired farmer
shapely form comes after dark
courtesan of midnight dreams
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Well Aged Love
Tuesday Poetics at d’Verse Poets – the sound of love
Well Aged Love
creaking bones
and after dinner burps
soft snuffling beside
me in bed
and even some
midnight flatulence
moans and groans
when getting up
in the morning
whistling (off key)
in the shower
grunting anytime
bending is required
sounds of well
aged love
Captured
We’re writing a Quadrille at d’Verse Poets where Bjorn is tending bar.
44 words using the word ‘Jar’
~
if I could, I would
capture your
smile in a jar
to comfort me
on cloudy days
or stormy nights
and when I’m cold or
feeling scared I
would open the lid
ever so slightly
to hear your laugh
and I’d be brave again
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also posting this on the Tuesday Platform at Real Toads
Sweet Kisses
tweet me a love poem
tumble me words
of passion
instagram the smile on
your loving face
then knock on my
door to deliver kisses
lip to lip
~
d’Verse 5th Anniversary – Part 4
Summer Love
where did I leave my heart
I’m sure I had it on the beach
lying in the sand
holding your hand
Maybe the waves stole it away
and it will wash up
in some foreign land
for you to find some
other summer
—
d’Verse 5th Anniverary – Part 3: Summer Continuance
Poetic Bloomings – Summer Love
Summer Journeys
It didn’t matter where
we were going
It was the ride
that created our memories
singing in the back seat
– the songs our
mother taught us –
“Hey, Hey Good Lookin”
and “I See The Moon”
it was the journey we
always remembered
—
The Pub is open again at d’Verse and were writing Quadrilles about a journey.
Biding Time
d’Verse – Poets Pub
Imaginary Garden – Tuesday Platform
Quadrille # 12 – rose
~
Hey bud
isn’t it time you a-rose
sun’s been shinin’ for hours
and you’re still curled,
rolled up tightly
I’m waitin’ for a sign
a little flutter, a waft
of bouquet
this thorny behavior
has me pleadin’
my heart bleedin’
ready for bloomin’ pink
Summer Love
d’Verse – Tuesday Poetics: Summer Starter
~
under the summer roses
fallen petals wilt from
tender pink to brittle brown
forgotten as their beauty fades –
will our summer romance
follow
~
Walt is hosting a summer party at the pub and has given us some super examples of summer poetry, challenging us to take a line, phrase, or word and create something new.
I chose the line “under the summer roses” from “Under The Harvest Moon” by Carl Sandburg
Gaudy Summer
Quadrille 11 – spill
De has us “spilling” things over at dVerse Poets
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Summer has spilled
quickly
into spring bringing
with it the flip flops
and sleeveless shirts
that were packed away
last year
Loud, gaudy summer has
taken over – pushing its
way into bright glaring
mornings and humid nights
pushing aside the gentleness
of spring
Dog Days
Dog Days
I long for the “dog days” of summer
hot days with nothing to do
when daydreaming
is a valid past time
days of long afternoon naps
and tall glasses of iced tea
that leave a cooling wet ring
on my bare leg
nights that come slowly
as we sit on the porch swing
listening to an improvised
concert by crickets and frogs
–
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads – Artistic Interpretations with Margaret
d’Verse Poets – OLN # 174 – Bjorn has us thinking about summer
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