d’Verse Poets Pub -Going…Going…Gone Poeming {Quadrille #122}
Lost In Cyberspace Perhaps
where have they all gone, those shots of
flowers and bugs, trips, happy children? I went
to look for them and they had disappeared, snuck
away, without telling me they were going. Have they,
perhaps, found other lost pictures to share my memories with?
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I recently lost the photos stored on my computer. Luckily, most of them are
floating in some cloud. 😁
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #118: In the Inglenook
Waiting for Santa
She fell asleep beside the slowly dying embers
and dreamt of warmer climes, sunny skies.
She only meant to rest a while, hidden in the shadow
of the inglenook, until the clocked chimed midnight
when Santa would return home to grant her Christmas wish.
dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille 117 — The Dude Abides
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A Place to Shine
Stars grew weary of the day.
They twinkled their hardest and
still could not outshine the bully Sun.
They danced and sparkled until
some burnt themselves out,
some collapsed. The gentle
Moon opened its arms wide and
beckoned to them, “Come, abide with me.”
dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille 117 — The Dude Abides
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A Place to Shine
Stars grew weary of the day.
They twinkled their hardest and
still could not outshine the bully Sun.
They danced and sparkled until
some burnt themselves out,
some collapsed. The gentle
Moon opened its arms wide and
beckoned to them, “Come, abide with me.”
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #116: Poem Those Possibles
Namaste
We find ourselves twisted and stretched
Into Impossible positions – Eagle arms,
bridges, chairs, up and down
dogs. Sometimes we are
mountains, sometimes
dolphins or camels. Then slowly breath in,
breath out coming back to heart center–
armed with peace,
facing a day of possibilities.
d’Verse Poets Pub – In need of a happiness project?
Medicine for What Ails You
She’s been happied again.
A large dose of giggles washed
down with extra silly filled her
soul – left it overbrimming with joy.
Just when things were looking grim
in rushed the experts with games
and flights of Imagination that only
eight-year olds can summon.
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #114 – Poetical Magnetism
Star Envy
I think the moon has a
mag(ic)net that it
throws across the
inky sky. I find myself
drawn outside, looking up,
hoping for a glimpse of
glow, sliver of shine
from this untouchable
lodestone. I envy the stars that
bask In its magnetic nimbus.
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #113: Blanket Us
A Woeful World
If I could, I would cover this
World with a warm blanket
to ward off coldness that
has settled around it, to smother
flames of hate that burn and scorch.
I would wrap it around quivering
shoulders, to comfort and
wipe away bitter tears.
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #111 – What’s That Rustling in the Eaves?
Kim has us doing a little ‘eavesdropping’ in the Pub
Secrets
The sound of rain dropping
From the eaves takes me back
To a wet summer night
To a wooden cabin and girls,
Giggling from their bunks,
As they eavesdrop on
Their counselor kissing a boy
Behind the building where
No one would ever know
Quadrille #110: Shall we bum around a bit?
Bummer
This poem is feeling rather bummed out.
Tired of just bumming around, all alone,
unable to even bum a ride with a friend
It’s turning into some kind of fashion bum,
In gummy waist pants and baggy shirts,
sitting around on its round bum.
