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Filled

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I have lived
An outside life
That contained
Laughter, tears
Rage, joy

Yet have felt
Nothing
For so long
I no longer
Remembered
The dearth of true feelings
Within

I knew not my own
Emptiness
Until I began
to fill myself
with loving
you

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dVerse Poets Pub | Quadrille #97 – Filling the Page

At dVerse Poets Pub, De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is asking us  – to find some poetic fun with the word fill and faithfully formulate a quadrille – a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting the title).

I Like You Wild

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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.

dVerse Poets Pub | Quadrille #96: Wild Monday

Quinta Essentia

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Painting by Lynne Baur

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:

  • The Elements Earth (ash-soil), Water (amniotic fluid), Air (breeze/gale, Fire (El Sol- the sun),
  • Astrology (Virgo – Western, a Yin Water born in the year of the Rabbit – Chinese, and Kanya ruled  by Mercury – Vedic), and
  • The Bible (ashes to dust)

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

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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
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Star

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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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dVerse Poets Pub | Open Link Night #233

Spoiler Alert

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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
sunday whirl logoRegret, 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
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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.

    Home

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    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.

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    Working for the Weekend

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    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.”

     

    I’m in an Enigma State of Mind

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    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

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    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