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d’Verse Poets Pub -Quadrille #41 – spice
Mish is ‘spicing’ things up at the pub today
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Night
the dark and empty night would
have no shine without the
moon to light the way
the sky would be a flat
slate overhead without the
clouds to add softness
there would be no spice
if the stars did
not wink down on us
d’Verse Poets Pub -Quadrille #40 – free
Dee is asking for some “free” poems over at the Pub
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Free Love Poem
this poem tries to speak freely
a little genteelly, but really
it wants to shout words that
do wheelies, leave tracks you
could follow, fee-falling head
over heelies, straight through
clouds of free(zing) crystal
sentences it gathers into lines
of (free) love for you
Quadrille #35 – pepper
Kim is tending bar at the Pub today. We’re celebrating Sgt Pepper’s 50th anniversary. Really! 50!!! Tell me it isn’t so.
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I’m a Believer
It was Sgt Pepper who broke my heart
he had a Rubber Soul
I walked The Long and Winding Road alone
Mr Moon was waiting and I whispered
Do You Want to Know a Secret?
I’m The Fool on the Hill believing
love survives
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
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 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: 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 Quadrille #26 – ghost
Kim has us ghost busting today at the Poets Pub. I’m afraid mine turned a little maudlin. It’s not based on anything personal, just how my muse chose to write today.
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Just Gone
I searched for you
Among the tumbled
Crumbled tombstones
I sat quietly in
Vaulted cathedrals
Watching flickering candles
But you did not appear
Not a wisp or
A touch of cold air
You are nowhere
There is no ghostly you
To fill this void
D’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #24 -whisper
De of WhimsyGizmo has challenged us to ‘whisper’ out a Quadrille this week
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Winter’s Grip
it came in wisp(er)-like
sat in the corner
leaned back, crossed
it’s legs, as if to stay awhile
I covered it with a knitted
afghan but it crept out
from under, crawled
along the floor
gripped my ankles
until Spring knocked on
the door
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille#23 – curl
Borjn is manning the pub and he has us ‘curled’ around the first Quadrille of 2017
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Hibernation
Leave me curled, furled
Beneath this quilt
Of many pieces
Peace increases
Breathing slows
Toes wiggle
Do not disturb
Perturb
whispered
From my lips
Fingertips hug a
Mug of warm chai
And I sigh
Leave me curled, furled
Beneath this soft thing
Until spring
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