Let’s…

Sit back for a few and relax

Put our feet up with a most happy sigh

Enjoy these little moments for how quickly they fly

Laugh so hard it’s tears of joy we cry

Learn to love a quiet moment to the max


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dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #154: Casting a Poetic Spell

Tonight at the pub Sanaa, aka adashofsunnya enchants or id that hexes us to spell out a quadrille.

A quadrille, is simply a poem of 44 words, excluding the title. It can be in any form, rhymed or unrhymed, metered, or unmetered. You MUST use the word “spell” or some form of the word in your poem. I do it acrostically.

First Night

Less our doubts will be,
Stowed away with trouble.
Some sweet peace to sleep with.

In this our first night to be,
Holding love for life.

Time under this moon;
Light on our twining bodies, so good.
Will this first night never to end!


dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Compound me a Sleepy Quadrille night!

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dVerse ~ Poets Pub

I pull a double dVerse duty swinging two prompts in one write:

dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille night! Sleepy times.

First Sarah (sarahsouthwest) invited us to write a sleepy little quadrille. A quadrille, is simply a poem of 44 words, excluding the title. It can be in any form, rhymed or unrhymed, metered, or unmetered. You MUST use the word “sleep” or some form of the word in your poem.

dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Poetics: Compound me!

Next Lillian insists we regale her a poem using at least one compound word from a list provided.

The catch being to split the word over.
Achieving its two components; yet keep it together. (<– see what I did there)

Naturally, does Muse just use one compound word in a poem? Noooooo…. Let’s make every confounded end/start line be compounded – yeah! Oh!, and still make a quadrille – right!

Hades to Persephone

Flanked by the seasons
twixt chill through warmth
Then back ‘round
Who could
know?

That you’d fall for me
Or that I’d fall
So deeply
in with
you?

This in no surprise
We’re touched as gods
All that’s left
Is to
ask…

Marry
Me?


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dVerse ~ Poets Pub | ‘Tis the Season Quadrille #149

Tonight at the pub, Lisa tends bar and sets the season on a quadrille.

A quadrille, is simply a poem of 44 words, excluding the title. It can be in any form, rhymed or unrhymed, metered, or unmetered. You MUST use the word “season” or some form of the word in your poem.

I also cheat a little in that my quadrille is also what I’ll call an Reverse Extended Arun. A nonce poem created by 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. I inverted the syllable count and add two words to fit the quadrille requirement into a proposal of mythical proportions.

Taking Flight

He runs fingers along angles

Acute, obtuse, isosceles

All equilateral, never scalene

And he smiles, taken to a fold in time

When such maths were only

Figures on a paper

Now precursor

To his child’s delight

In angled velum sheets

Folded to take flight

Hand launching paper airplane


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dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #148 – Papered Poems

Tonight at the pub, De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo tends bar and challenges us to fill our papers, pixelated or otherwise, with a quadrille.

A quadrille, is simply a poem of 44 words, excluding the title. It can be in any form, rhymed or unrhymed, metered, or unmetered. You MUST use the word “paper” or some form of the word in your poem.

Beyond Description

Beyond description is game I like to play

Shifting with mood or light to sway

Never really blue, never really grey

With sparkles of laughter or tears to cry

In hues to cause this soul sweet sighs

Until the day Lachesis closed your eyes


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dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Eyeing the Quadrille #147

Tonight at the pub, Björn tends bar and sets the eye on a quadrille.

A quadrille, is simply a poem of 44 words, excluding the title. It can be in any form, rhymed or unrhymed, metered, or unmetered. You MUST use the word “eye” or some form of the word in your poem.

Not Just One

Before me
Its emptiness
Is indeed a shock
Remnants of its past fullness
Cling in memory to mock

The fault Lays with me
I cannot quibble
Once full bag of crisps now done
Thought I’d have a nibble
Lost the bet on that one

“Lays Chips: betcha can’t eat just one

dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #145: Nibble

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dVerse ~ Poets Pub

Tonight at the pub, Mish tends bar and gives us a a little something to nibble in a quadrille prompt.

I plead the fifth on whether the above poem is based on real or recent events.

A quadrille, is simply a poem of 44 words, excluding the title. It can be in any form, rhymed or unrhymed, metered, or unmetered. You MUST use the word “nibble” or some form of the word in your poem.

Your Voice

In sound’s more gentle graces

Many failed with noises stifled, stark

But you’re a jaguar in a cello

Your voice sultry, dangerous, dark

And oh, how it paces

My heart to quaken, quivering

For it’s only you, sweet fellow

Who leaves me shaken, shivering


dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #144: Shivering!

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dVerse ~ Poets Pub

Tonight at the pub, Merrill tends bar and gives us a shivering invite for a quadrille.

A quadrille, is simply a poem of 44 words, excluding the title. It can be in any form, rhymed or unrhymed, metered, or unmetered. You MUST use the word “shiver” or some form of the word in your poem.

Calliope and Melpomene


I am amused, bemused
By your rapier wit,
And sharp tongue
Where complements are calming
And condemnations cutting
You always keep me on en garde
Whether I am
Touched or touchéd
You make your point
With words
That delight and damn
My pen’s ink


Today at dVerse Dee, aka Whimsygizmo, asks us to takes our cues with muse in the form of a Quadrille, a poem of precisely 44 words, not including the title, and must include the prompt word MUSE.

Here I pay a slight homage to the two muse who fill my pen with prose and poem the most. Calliope and Melpomene.

The Bottom

A sober heart
All knew him to be
Standing good with Bill W
Yes, that was he

Then dark days took
And his foundation shook

From the highest peak
His good standing soiled
Never again found the bottom
To a bottle of Crown Royal

Glass with dark liquor splashing out

I saw the bottle of Crown Royal in my mind and Muse took it and stomped.

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dVerse Poets Pub | Quadrille #141:
Heady is the Poem That Wears the Crown


De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo, lets us have a little crowning glory in the form of a quadrille.

The Quadrille poem must be exactly 44 words in length – not including the title and use this week’s prompt word crown.



And I Wake In The Morn

And I wake in the morn

In your arms

Your heart under head

Its beat in my ear

Sounds that lulled me true

Then woke me anew

Among decades and scores that pass

The sounds are now quiet

And I wake in the mourn


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dVerse Poets Pub | Quadrille #134: We {heart} poems

De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo, lets us have a little heart-to-heart in the form of a quadrille.

The Quadrille poem must be exactly 44 words in length – not including the title and use this week’s prompt word heart.