OpenLinkNight

I’m in an Enigma State of Mind

Posted by Raivenne on May 31, 2018
Posted in: dVerse ~ Poets Pub, OpenLinkNight, Poetry. Tagged: , , , . 10 Comments

Picturesque, the dame gives name to her state
A classic beauty of the Art Deco age
That is recognized everywhere

Each day the dame shows off her golden base
While each night shines on top
Sometimes in diamond white
Most times adorned in colors
Honoring what’s dear to her

The sleepless met the dame on Valentine’s Day
The fit 86 their sanity each year to reach her
The observant see her in 102 stories

The dame is renowned the world over
Being among the first of her kind
For her stately height
And redefining animal magnetism

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For tonight’s OpenLinkNight at dVerse Poets Pub I give some love to the enigma that is The Empire State Building.

The Empire State Building at night awash in multiple pastel colors

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dVerse Poets OpenLinkNight #221

Let Me

Posted by Raivenne on May 17, 2018
Posted in: dVerse ~ Poets Pub, OpenLinkNight, Poetry. Tagged: , , , , , . 13 Comments

There should be no sound, so you can hear me
Yet I hear your voice scream out, in the silence of your love
Its timbre pains me, its timbre thrills you
When your yesterdays haunt you, in the restlessness of night
Would you accept me as balm? Let me be tomorrow’s peace

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TANKA / SUPER TANKA

The Tanka is an ancient form of Japanese poetry. Tanka are 31-syllable poems that have been the most popular form of poetry in Japan for at least 1300 years. In Japan, the Tanka is usually written as a straight line of characters, but in English and other Western languages, it is usually divided into five lines, with a syllable count of 5-7-5-7-7.

The key to the Super Tanka form is that it is two Tanka written side-by-side. Each can be read independently, but must work together as a whole.

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OpenLinkNight #220

The Eternity Remains

Posted by Raivenne on March 22, 2018
Posted in: dVerse ~ Poets Pub, Just Me, Being Me, OpenLinkNight, Poetry. Tagged: , , , , , . 11 Comments

My days dream of your return
My nightmares are of your leaving
You entered my life full of sound
Listened to the crazy man I am
Then left without a goodbye

Trapped in this blood’s ebb and flow
The eternity remains in the end
And I miss you

It is forever winter in my soul
There is no hope of spring
Thanatos is a cruel thief
To take you but leave me

As I die with each day I’m living
The eternity remains in the end
And I miss you

What trial need I finish?
What deadliest path by far?
Tell me and I will take on any challenge,
If it but gains us a few mere moments more!

Tell me! I beg screaming into the yawing silence
The eternity remains in the end
And I miss you

I who once thought to have everything
Find myself bereft of all
You were our voice
I am now the silence after your echo
That goes on without you

Seasons come, days go
The eternity remains in the end
And I still miss you 

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dVerse ~Poets Pub | OpenLink Night #216
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All That Glitters

Posted by Raivenne on April 6, 2017
Posted in: dVerse ~ Poets Pub, National Poetry Month, National Poetry Writing Month, OpenLinkNight, Poetry, The Present, Thinking Aloud. Tagged: , , , , , , . 7 Comments

My

Eyes

Glittered

In the dark

That is what you said 

As you walked towards me slowly

It was the perfect kind of night for new beginnings

As I lift my face

That it was among

Things that you

Had loved

Then

Then

So

You knew

That tonight

As you stepped to me

With a kiss and then walked away

That right then with the witness of Luna in the night

You could not begin to admit

That shine in my eyes

Was just the

Start of

My

Tears

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National Poetry Writing Month (NoPoWriMo) 2017
National Poetry Writing Month 2017 – Day 6
Write a poem that looks at the same thing from various points of view

The Daily Post
The Daily Post | Daily Prompt – Denial

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dVerse ~Poets Pub | OpenLinkNight: 193

Labels

Posted by Raivenne on March 20, 2017
Posted in: Daily Prompt, dVerse ~ Poets Pub, OpenLinkNight, Poetry, Short Story, The Daily Post. Tagged: , , , , , . 6 Comments

On her knees, she reflects on her days up to these moments of her life. Say what they may now – she has earned this. The slurs of her heritage were a weight heavily carried on her back.  The vitriol flung her way because of the lower caste into which she was born, a constant susurrus in the back of her mind, no more. The drive to disprove the mocking stereotypes subjected to her kind a crown of thorns that gave cold comfort. Some let the burden of them wear them down. Today she would show a different way to wear those labels – with pride.

She bows her head one last time, as the mantle of the choices that brought her here become a different kind of weight. Lifting her head, she rises from her knees before the vicar with grace, as he proclaims her to all. She begins her life anew with the only appellation that mattered now, Queen.

To what you answer
Will always outweigh the things
To what you are called

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Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt

dVerse ~ Poets Pub: Open Link Night #192

Beaned

Posted by Raivenne on December 15, 2016
Posted in: dVerse ~ Poets Pub, Just Me, Being Me, OpenLinkNight, Poetry, The Funny SIde, The Past, The Present. Tagged: , , , , , , . 11 Comments

hello_darkness

The bean’s the scene, potency gleaned
It’s the dark daily grind by far, har- har!
A buck’s a deer, yet scales appear,
What do mermaids have to do with stars?

Now I do insist on non-instant
For getting into hot water is tough
And granted thirty will leave me quite quirky
But a venti is never enough.

It’s derision, this double vision
To work uphold, I must first upend
It’s a blip, a drip, a tip, a sip
Hello darkness my old friend!
starbucks-logo

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Hmmm, maybe I do need more coffee…

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dVerse Poet’s Pub – Open Link Night # 186

The Call…

Posted by Raivenne on August 11, 2016
Posted in: dVerse ~ Poets Pub, Just Me, Being Me, OpenLinkNight, Poetry, Thinking Aloud. Tagged: , , , , . 22 Comments

There’s a demon sitting on my shoulder
Whispering things and it’s getting bolder

A susurrus of dark and dangerous things
Makes the sinner in me want to come out and sing

And it’s getting stronger (you know you want to…)

Leaving its score on dark parts to remind me
Desire for such is within not behind me

Right now I know I’m the one in control
Of what’s clawing and braying to get to  my soul

But for how much longer? (you know you want to…)

There’s a demon sliding along my spine
Twixt my head and my heart claiming “both will be mine”

I’m crying for the call of it chills me
I’m lying for the call of it thrills me

And it’s getting stronger (you know you want to…)

Though I feel the rumble of defiant laughter
I do not give in to the dark it’s after

But for how much longer? (you know you want to…)

I feel the scratching on the surface of my skin
Hear the voices dripping with inevitable sin
Scraping and tearing at what fight’s left within
Let me in! Let me in! Let me! Let me in!

No!

Let me in! Let me in! Let me! Let me in!

Nooooooo!

Let me in! Let me in! Let me! Let me in!

Nooooooooo…

There’s a demon crawling under my skin (you know you want to…)
A sadistic lover calling from within (you know I want to…)
And it’s getting stronger (I know you want to…)

Ooooooooooooh…

Not much longer (I know I want to…)

Ooooooooooooh…

I know I want to…

Oh

I want to…

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dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Open Link Night #177