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
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane
Bestrewn with lines of levity, held down in weighty prose
Each character a delight, each jot and tittle filled with those
Such words that enticed and sorely endeared
Oh, how my heart flew! Then its wings sheared
The shock as your cursive on vellum to see
Were just as well writ to another she
Who knew your words could so deceive,
When writ you loved me and I believed?
I read those words anew with different eyes
Wallowed in the depth of those well crafted lies
The parchments of paragraphs penned are gathered
Those once sweet sentences now kerosene slathered
And your fabrications float on incendiary puffs
That thus punctuate how my love of you is snuffed
With the last of when for you I yearned
It was a pleasure to burn
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Tonight at the pub Gospel Isosceles asks us to “bridge the gap” by quoting the opening lines from two different books, and then construct a poem filling in the space between. I used the following opening lines:
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain / By the false azure in the windowpane;
—Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire (1962)
It was a pleasure to burn.
—Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (1953)
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
A voice gone
In the nebulous
Echoing
Thoughts faded
To disappear completely
Never felt again
I am lost
Much like the fog in
Morning sun
Just like dew
To disappear completely
In the deep vastness
In the words
Once heard in volume
Now slowly
Gone silent
To disappear completely
And no one noticed
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dVerse Poets Pub | MTB: Phantom Form — Shadorma
A Shadorma is a phantom form enshrouded in shadows and mystery. It is a syllabic poem consisting of six-line stanzas. The pattern is 3-5-3-3-7-5, and you may write one stanza, twenty, or anywhere in between.
In honor of its nebulous origins, pub tender Gospel Isosceles suggests the content explore the fog, the paranormal, the unexplained phenomena of life and death. Ultimately though, let the Shadorma lead in what one shall write…and reveal.
Last year was lost to rumors
Boils, bursting at seams
Last ditch efforts telling sweet nothings
In the middle of the night
Hope, my first step
To the mighty vine of this year’s truths
All I need do is leap
In the silver light
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The Sunday Whirl | Wordle 332
Mighty, Ditch, Silver, Tell, Vine, Light, Middle, Lost, Boil, Rumors, Nothings, Seams
Use at least ten in a short story of poem
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dVerse Poets | Quadrille # 47 Leap
The rules in Quadrille is simple: write a poem, or short story in 44 words (excluding the title) with the word, LEAP.
Beep
Balloon bubble shimmers green,
On cue – jarred springs twist,
Spark, curl
Beep
Lulled shadow clouds melt,
Leaving scars that dance, skip,
Journey on breezes
Beep
Drizzling grins
Don’t spill
in open giggles
Beep
Dawn rose in ghost whispers
To breathe still
but I
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…
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Today at dVerse we’re asked by Grace to write a Quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words – not including the title, and to keep it still. “Still” being the word that must be used in the poem. I went for the ultimate stillness.
As an added bonus this is also with all the words. The word list so far:
dance, lull, bubble, grin, melt, shimmer, twist, skip, green, breeze, spill, rose, journey, jar, leaves, open, shadow, cloud, spark, cue, breath(e), scar, curl, whisper, dawn, ghost, giggle, spring, balloon, drizzle, still
dVerse ~Poets Pub | Quadrille # 31
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 2017 – Day 6
Write a poem that looks at the same thing from various points of view
The Daily Post | Daily Prompt – Denial
