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What It’s Not

Posted by Raivenne on March 12, 2020
Posted in: dVerse ~ Poets Pub, Meeting the Bar, Poetry. Tagged: , , , , . 23 Comments

It’s not the breadth of his shoulders
Or the warmness of his gut
It’s not the stride of his long legs,
That oh so proud strut

It’s not the coin of his bank
Saved in bunches
To cope with any fallout
From rainy-day punches

Nor is it being held in his strong arms,
A niche for me made so dear
It is his deep rumble of sweet nothings
Whispering everything in my ear

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Tonight at dVerse, Björn challenges us to Listen to Lists. Be creative, use any type of list and then write a poem from that list. Let it grow, and be inspired by rhymes and metaphors.

My list is also something of a Not Poem.

dVerse ~ Poets Pub: Meet the Bar & Listen to Lists

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In The Silver Night

Posted by Raivenne on March 6, 2020
Posted in: dVerse ~ Poets Pub, OpenLinkNight, Poetry. Tagged: , , , , . 24 Comments

I hear the clock ticking in the dark
It echoes my heart as I lay alone
With you in my head
Wanting you by my side
Wishing you were my own

The moon holds all my secrets
How I long to be in your heart
With words of love I’ve only said
Within my dreams there are many things
I want you to be a part

In the silver night

I did not think I could fall in love
Thought it a bother to have such
It seemed that Fate had other plans
To have you so close and yet so far
It is all just too much

Sometimes I think you could never care
For the type of man I am it’s true
Sometimes I think that you know
That I’d give you everything
And I hate myself for loving you

In the silver night…

And I’ll convince myself that I can manage
That caring is not an advantage
But now I know it’s a lie!

Loving you is a pauper’s face against the window
Wanting on that which I beseech
It’s a distance of galaxies when we’re feet apart
In my mind I know how’d your lips feel
Even though you are far out of my reach

It’s the eggshell syllables of your name
I whisper to your specter in Luna’s light
For once again I face the stars on my own
All alone

In the silver night

In the silver night…

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DVerse Poets Pub | Open Link Night #261

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Better Plans

Posted by Raivenne on February 27, 2020
Posted in: dVerse ~ Poets Pub, Meeting the Bar, Poetry. Tagged: , , , , , . 23 Comments

I did not want that I should fall in love
For it seemed Fate had better plans for me
It was a bother not mine to speak of
I did not think I could fall in a love
Hard as the bedrock yet soft as a glove
That such love could be returned you see
But now I know I have fallen in love
For it seemed Fate had better plans for me

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Today on dVerse Poet’s Pub Frank challenges to write a triolet or a poem that closely resembles a triolet.

So, what is a triolet? A triolet’s characteristics are the following.

  1. The poem has 8 lines.
  2. The rhyme scheme is abaaabab.
  3. The meter is iambic tetrameter.
  4. The first, fourth and seventh lines repeat.
  5. The second and eighth lines repeat.



Filled

Posted by Raivenne on February 11, 2020
Posted in: dVerse ~ Poets Pub, Poetry, Quadrille. Tagged: , , , . 12 Comments

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

Posted by Raivenne on January 27, 2020
Posted in: dVerse ~ Poets Pub, Poetry, Quadrille. Tagged: , , , , . 33 Comments

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

Posted by Raivenne on May 15, 2019
Posted in: dVerse ~ Poets Pub, Just Me, Being Me, Poetics, Poetry. Tagged: , , , , , . 9 Comments

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

Posted by Raivenne on February 11, 2019
Posted in: dVerse ~ Poets Pub, Poetry, Quadrille. Tagged: , , , , , . 22 Comments

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

Posted by Raivenne on November 29, 2018
Posted in: dVerse ~ Poets Pub, OpenLinkNight, Poetry. Tagged: , , , , . 12 Comments

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

Posted by Raivenne on November 19, 2018
Posted in: dVerse ~ Poets Pub, Just Me, Being Me, Poetry, Quadrille, The Sunday Whirl. Tagged: , , , , . 20 Comments

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

    Posted by Raivenne on November 5, 2018
    Posted in: dVerse ~ Poets Pub, Poetry, Quadrille. Tagged: , , , , . 9 Comments

    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.

    dVerse Poets | Quadrille #68: Winkle, Winkle, Little PoemdVerse Poets Pub graphic