Don’t care if you’re white,
black or browned
Jasmine sweet
or nutty all around
The long or short of it
On plates of paper or china
You are wedded character
Valencia to Carolina
Some like you mild, nice
But I like you wild, rice
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Today at dVerse Kim wants us to go WILD with our Quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title. The poem must include the word wild. My muse went a little silly with it.
Painting by Lynne Baur
From ashen body starts the tale
In life’s water
I, a virgin rabbit of yin
In mercurial Kanya – become
From cradle to cane I breathe
In summer breeze, winter gale
Until I am naught to El Sol
But dusty memory of soil itself
When all is said and done
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For dVerse Poets Pub – Gospel Isosceles asks us to be “In My Element” and do a little homework and discover what some of these cosmologies say about me.
I pull from:
I break me down to a quinta essentia* of self.
*According to Merriam-Webster: The word “quintessence,” is the offspring of “quinta essentia,” a word for the purest essence of a thing.
Your tears
Glistened
Shone like diamonds
That streamed your face
In silver lines
They were balm
Elixir
Hot and heavy
Salty and yet so wet
Just like you
An ambrosia of
Your pain
And your arousal
Tasted
In a kiss yielded
From your lips
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Tonight at dVerse Dee (whimsygizmo) asks us to kiss off a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title, and use some form of the word kiss.
dVerse ~Poets Pub | Quadrille #73
We are conceived
and float to an existence
Expected to grow old
Then are returned to the earth
From whence we came
To become one with the forevermore
In between we fall and rise
We laugh and cry
And the lucky ones find love
The paths all differ
Yet is the same road tread
Some as common, some as czar
But I have come to believe
Some souls are just too beautiful
For a mere shell of flesh to hold
That some are borne of the heavens
To ride comets and meteors
Not for our ways to shape and score
For how does one contain
Sunlight and moonbeams
This is what our child was made of
Thus, we come to lay down to sleep
The one who had not the chance to wake
As into this earth we dedicate a star.
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Begun with ease
This weekend sailed
In flow and streams
Of marathon drifts
Plots news to us
A sibling with fringe
In boredom spoke free
Thus spoiled our binge
With a cuss
My punch’s sting
With cheers
Still rings
I don’t regret
The fuss
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A little silly fiction that may become reality in many homes in the U.S. come this holiday weekend.
Written for:
The Sunday Whirl – Wordle 378
Regret, News, Binge, Stream, Ease, Sail, Flow, Drift, Sting, Free, Cheer, Fringe
Use at least ten of the words in a poem or short story.
dVerse ~Poets Pub | Quadrille Monday – Spoiler Alert
Lillian invites us to write a Quadrille –is a poem with exactly 44 words, not counting the title– using the word spoil, or a form thereof, in the poem itself, not the title.
I thought it was
Brick and mortar
Walls and windows
Rooms and furnishings
That is a falsehood
It is your stance beside me
Vertical and horizontal
Your shouts and whispers
Frowns and winks
Your heart and soul
Where you are
There is my home
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It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub and tonight De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) invites us to give it a wink at a Quadrille (a poem of exactly 44 words, not counting the title) and include one word. This week’s word: wink.
This lady takes the early train
Wiping sleep from my eyes
To come back home again
Wash, rinse and reprise
Decades now spent
Chasing the enterprise
Of the adage
Early to bed, early rise
Not mentally healthy
Certainly not wealthy
And questioning the wise
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Tonight at dVerse Poets Pub Kim asks us to write a Quadrille (a 44 word poem, not including the title), using the word “Early.”
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.
dVerse Poets OpenLinkNight #221
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.
dVerse ~ Poet Pub |
OpenLinkNight #220
My sin? The thing tabu?
Her white shoulders scented
Of the English leather and saddle soap
Of her recent ride
She was an ambush to my senses
A charlie horse upon my heart
Who knew she’d be my opium?
My sin, the thing tabu
Sprawled as languidly
In the warm hayloft
As she would be
upon cool white linen
This beautiful romantica
From days of yore
My sin, the thing tabu
Remade as my obsession
In the tumultuous now
One who now beckons
Just behind the red door
Her dulcet voice
My sin, the thing tabu
An allure as powerful
as any mythological siren
In the insolence of her love
She is my midnight poison
Borne of diamonds
Held aloft in indigo skies
The secrets untold of
My sin, the thing tabu
I now reveal.
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Tonight at dVerse our pubtender Lillian challenges to use our noodles with famous brand names from three provided categories: Candy Bars, Perfumes or Cereals
The poem can be any form and any length you prefer, but it must utilize only one of the categories above. And it must include the word/words of at least two of the brands within that list used as regular words. Overachiever that I am I chose Perfumes.
My Sin
Tabu
White Shoulders
English Leather
Ambush
Charlie
Opium
White Linen
Beautiful
Romantica
Obsession
Red Door
Allure
Insolence
Midnight Poison
Diamonds
Untold
Reveal
Other than the repeating line, all of the above perfumes are in the the poem in the order listed.
dVerse ~Poets Pub | Poetry Prompts
Brand Name Noodling
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