A place for poems and pics
There once was a gal who felt beamish
Not prudish or timid or squeamish
She was feeing frabjous
As she strapped on her shoes
And went wading to catch rainbow fish
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Victoria, over at the d’Verse pub is asking for some humor (What is sillier than a limerick!?)
She challenged us to use some fun new words.
I didn’t mean to eat
the whole bag – just
one bar, well maybe
just another
They were intended
for witches and pirates
and ghosts who roamed
the dark streets
And now I hear them
stomping up the front
porch steps, giggling
And shushing each
other – too late to turn
off the lights and pretend
I’m not home
My doorbell chimes as
if it is at Westminster
There is no escape and
I smile guiltily as I deposit
boxes of raisins into
outstretched bags and
pumpkins
“It’s better for them” I
mutter to myself
tell me about the quiet people
the good deeds gone unnoticed
I’m drowning in political hubris
smothered in bloodshed
tell me about the do-gooders
the selfless, help me shed
this perpetual bombardment
of negativity and hate
jealousy and rage
tell me about kindness
about gentle spirits
help me dig out from under
this pile of sensationalism
so I can see that beauty survives
tell me about the workers,
creators, inventors
I’m torn down by destruction
worn down by erosion
show me the sun and moon
the stars twinkling hope
whisper to me of love
Sometimes when I’m all alone
When light has surrendered
Darkness blurs the lines
Then fantasy rules the night
When light has surrendered
I quickly take to my bed
Pull the covers over my head
Darkness blurs the lines
Right and wrong are blended
Into imaginary possibilities
Then fantasy rules the night
I peek from my hiding place
Watching as dreams perform
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At dVerse Poets Pub we are challenged to use the Trimeric form
Over at d’Verse today Mary has asked us to try writing as if we are the opposite gender.
Quite a challenge! Here’s my “Gender Bender”
you think i don’t
notice when you
cut your hair
you think I’m not
listening when you
tell me stories about
your friends
you think i don’t
care when you wear
a new dress or new shoes
i notice
i listen
i care
but my words seem
trivial, insignificant
you deserve better
i stay silent
Grace, over at d’Verse poets, challenged us to write Jisei, Japanese death poems
These are my attempts (shrug)
outside the window
dove calls to feathered mourners
my eyes slowly close
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my journey over
rocky trail to the peak
heaven waits
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With my camera I capture you
Echo, View
I see details that were hidden
Echo, Unbidden
Fine veins on tender wings
Eco, Heart sings
Slender antenae atop your head
Echo, Spread
Pollen on your body and legs
Echo, Begs
Proboscis sipping flower nectar
Echo, Specter
Majestic monarch wiil you fly
Echo, High
Away to live or stay and fade away
Echo, Prey
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Echo poetry form
there was a place on
the way to work – in the
days when I worked –
a country back road that
twisted and curved
a place where the trees
reached across the asphalt
to hold hands above me
a place where the sun
shone through the leaves
and made a lace pattern
for me to drive over
a place where time felt
like it had slowed down,
had taken a deep breath
where peace flowed through
the open windows and wrapped
me in its arms
—————-
She patienly waits for the
opus of birdsong, the
laughter of sunshine, the
curious wonders in
her backyard –
but is tolerant of rain
—————-
my six words are –
patient, curious, tolerant
laughter, birdsong, sunshine
It’s not about winning –
although that’s nice too –
it’s about following rules,
being helpful to neighbors who
can’t hear, can’t see, or can’t understand
It’s hopeful anticipation,
statring over, having a
lucky number,
lucky rabbit’s foot,
lucky socks
It’s about community and
friendships – losing but not
giving up
It’s diversion, escape,
fun
