At work
Sitting at my desk
Dripping
Ooooooooooh
Reminiscing
Uuuuuuhhhhhhh
When I snapped a piece
Of the kitchen counter
Grrrrrrrrrrrr
As the length of you
Slid into my ass
Mmmmmmmmm
Welcomed
Aaaahhhhhh
Like the prodigal son
Gratefully
Returning home
Yessssss
In dreams come true, is this, yon maidens sigh
The knight so brave, a truth none can deny
His heart doth love, but just for one to see
Someone special who knows not what could be
His love he’ll give when battle’s end is nigh
And she, damsel who finds herself too shy
Doth watch her knight of dreams ride off thereby
Knows not the knight could love someone like she
In dreams come true is this
It will pain less, she knows, come by and by
For now these tears are hers alone to cry
Upon his death whispers it comes to she
To learn so late his love was hers to be
Her heart alive, with love, only to die
In dreams come true is this
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In Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – host Teresa asks us to pen a short episode in the fashion of a medieval romance tale in prose or as a Rondeau.
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie : Saturday’s Mix – May 13th
Do you not feel me?
Feel me.
Do you not hear me?
Hear me.
I know I can be shallow.
Shallow.
But you know I am not empty.
Empty.
Within my heartbeat echoes yours.
Yours.
Yet I know within your heartbeat mine is nothing.
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dVerse De (whimsygizmo) asks us to write a Quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words – not including the title, and to make it echo. “Echo” being the word that must be used in the poem. I went for its absence.
Beep
Balloon bubble shimmers green,
On cue – jarred springs twist,
Spark, curl
Beep
Lulled shadow clouds melt,
Leaving scars that dance, skip,
Journey on breezes
Beep
Drizzling grins
Don’t spill
in open giggles
Beep
Dawn rose in ghost whispers
To breathe still
but I
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…
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Today at dVerse we’re asked by Grace to write a Quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words – not including the title, and to keep it still. “Still” being the word that must be used in the poem. I went for the ultimate stillness.
As an added bonus this is also with all the words. The word list so far:
dance, lull, bubble, grin, melt, shimmer, twist, skip, green, breeze, spill, rose, journey, jar, leaves, open, shadow, cloud, spark, cue, breath(e), scar, curl, whisper, dawn, ghost, giggle, spring, balloon, drizzle, still
dVerse ~Poets Pub | Quadrille # 31
The
Canvas
Is pristine
The artist sighs
Prepares the first brush
The
Canvas
Is intrigued
The artist picks
Lets the brush drizzle
The
Canvas
Is moaning
The artist smiles
Chooses the next brush
The
Canvas
Is complete
The artist bows
Blows the brushes out
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dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille #30 – Drizzle
Mish wants us to drizzle out s Quadrille -a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title- using the word drizzle.
Today’s other form: the Arun.
A nonce poem created by friend and fellow blogger, GirlGriot, an Arun is a fifteen-line poem in three sets of five lines. Each set of five lines follows the same syllable structure: starting with one syllable and increasing by one syllable with each line. 1/2/3/4/5 — 3x. There are no other rhyme or structural requirements. Because today is Quadrille Monday, I took creative license of her form by adding a fourth stanza to meet the 44 word requirement for a Quadrille.
Movie?
See the marquee?
Most of it’s just crappy,
Film wasted on stupidity.
Fifty Teenage Rambo Faster Beauty
We pay for insipidity.
Oh, complimentary!
So, its Part Three?
Let’s see!
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National Poetry Writing Month 2017 – Day 9
Since it’s the 9th day, write a nine-line poem. I wrote a Rubliw.
The Rubliw is a monorhyme form of an epistle that begins with a salutation in iambic monometer, followed by lines that are iambic dimeter, trimeter, tetrameter, pentameter, and descending in that reverse order.
It is necessary to watch
Far in front of ourselves
To understand that we are lost
Alex Nevsky – “Jeter in Sort” (“Put A Spell On” – English translation)
It is necessary to watch
Where healing eyes have spoken
Healing braced in the ocean of tears crying
Grateful just to know we still feel
For in sadness is a chance to heal
Far in front of ourselves
Where healing time is forever frozen
Healing in prayers for the dead and the dying
For days like these when we simply cannot deal
And give ourselves a chance to heal
To understand that we are lost
Where healing hearts are ever broken
Healing we must always keep on trying
Giving our all to make the compassion real
Perseverance of faith for a chance to heal
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National Poetry Writing Month 2017 – Day 8
Write a poem using repetition
The Daily Post
The Daily Post | Daily Prompt – Heal
A to Z Challenge – Letter G
G is for Glosa –
This poem is written in a modified glosa
Mindlovemiserty’s Menagerie – Friday Music Prompt
“Jeter un Sort/Put A Spell On” by Alex Nevsky
