Why Bother

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #126 – Come “bother” up a poem

Why Bother

This poem didn’t bother to get
dressed – just stayed in its pjs all day
not bothered by the flapping
of its slippers or the flopping of its
hair-do, hoping no one will bother it
until it doesn’t have to bother
masking its feelings

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Poem With a Plan

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #78: Rise

Poem With a Plan

 
This poem had a plan –
stay up all night and
watch the sun rise
Watch the morning
ablutions of doves in
the green birdbath
To sip some Earl Gray
as the sky turns pinky blue
This poem woke up on
The couch at noon

Aced It

Quadrille #77 – Ace of Poems
De (whimsygizmo) is testing us over at the Pub

Aced It
This poem is a rhyming ace
Has won first place
In a poeming race
A great big smile upon its face
A sassy curtsy performed with grace
It’s no longer commonplace
Claimed a spot in cyberspace
For you – in case
You require an embrace

Rolled Over by the Good Times

d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: Mardi Gras Mambo


Rolled Over by the Good Times

 

This poem is flat on its back
Decked out in beads
Passed by and forgotten
Its party days are over
No words left to dance through
These vacant lines on blank paper
It will now march to the beat
Of a different meter – slow down
Become reflective, introspective
Make each syllable accountable
Tread hand-in-hand with its muse
On soft iambic feet

For You

d’Verse Poets Pub – Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Quadrille #71)

De is thinking about making some changes

This poem is no changeling
No lesser substitute
It’s the real thing
Imbued with twenty-four
Carat moonbeams
And diamond starlight
It is cloaked in nightingale song
The fragrance of sweet Cereus
It is the best it can be and
It offers itself to you

All Jazzed Up

d’Verse Poets Pub -Jazz poetry with Amaya
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All Jazzed Up

 

this poem is all jazzed up
hair slicked back
one cool cat, man

a take the (A) train
smoke-gets-in-your
eyes torch song
kinda poem

 

the heart of this poem
is laying down
a hope-you-dig-me
crazy beat

noodling a jive tune
to tell you –
before you split –

you send me