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Burning Inspiration–dVerse Quadrille # – Victoria has us turning up the heat in the Pub with this prompt
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Moon Burn
I love the gentleness of the moon
Softly glowing without intensity
We can gaze at each other
Without protection
No need for moon glasses
Or moon screen
Moonbeams drift
Harmlessly down to kiss my
Up-turned face and there
Is no danger of getting burned
D’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #50 – murmur
De has us murmuring to ourselves at the Pub today
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Heart Condition
An affliction of the heart
Not a-pitter or a-patter
No whooshing, beating,
Thrumming sound
Something softer
Smoother
Steady
A whisper
That continues
Through the day
And through the night
A comforting small murmur
Of your voice repeating
“I love you”
Poem One for Me–dVerse Quadrille
Victoria has us poeming at the Pub today
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Oh, How It Grows
It was just a word
Or two
The beginning of a rhyme
Or not
No telling what it might become
With time
And a little TLC, a tonic, a potion
A shot of moon dust
Oh, how it grows
This little poemlette of mine
D’Verse Poets Pub -Quadrille #48 – bounce
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A Woman of a Certain Age
There is no bounce
No flounce
Left in her step
No chance of dancing
Late into the night
The dazzle in her razzle
Is becoming tarnished
But the twinkle in her eyes
Still outshines the stars
And the bubbles in her
Laugh infect us all
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
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
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
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #44
De is getting a “kick” out of writing a Quadrille today
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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
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How silly!
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!
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #42 – hope
De has filled the pub with hope
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A Shell of Hope
we coat our hearts with
a fragile shell of hope
trying to protect it from
the chips and cracks
that will inevitably occur
we seal those chips and cracks
with patches of tolerance,
knowledge and love
making our hope shine
brightly amid the darkness
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