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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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My Sin, The Thing Tabu

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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.

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Brand Name Noodling

It Was A Pleasure

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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)

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Meeting The Bar — Bridging the Gap

The Eternity Remains

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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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To Disappear Completely

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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.

Leap

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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.

Respirator

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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

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All That Glitters

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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 (NoPoWriMo) 2017
National Poetry Writing Month 2017 – Day 6
Write a poem that looks at the same thing from various points of view

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Last Stand

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A jumble of foliage comes in time
Start their claim on the season,
No longer native to this clime
She still stays on, only she knows the reason

Sprinkled bulbs and blossoms have burgeoned through the earth
She sits there in defiance, determined to keep her berth

“We all have to go, we can’t remain
That’s all there is to it”
But she hears not a word her friends say in vain
She will be the first to do it

And one by one her friends slowly twinkle away
Even as the last meanders off, she is going to stay

Her impetuous nature leaves her alone
But she has not a single fright
The jeweled dark a keepsake of her own
As she conceded to her last night

Afloat in mawkish memories and alternate outcomes
Even she cannot deny the allure of what she’s to become

A specter of what she once was her fate
Stretching in the cool shadow of night’s indigo
The rays of Sol start to illuminate
And she knows it’s now time for her to go

Facing windward for the last time, feels like a kiss goodbye too
As she the last snowflake falls from the first spring grass as dew

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Today at dVerse Mish asks us to give nature a voice.

dVerse ~Poets Pub | Poetics: From Nature’s Point of View

Labels

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On her knees, she reflects on her days up to these moments of her life. Say what they may now – she has earned this. The slurs of her heritage were a weight heavily carried on her back.  The vitriol flung her way because of the lower caste into which she was born, a constant susurrus in the back of her mind, no more. The drive to disprove the mocking stereotypes subjected to her kind a crown of thorns that gave cold comfort. Some let the burden of them wear them down. Today she would show a different way to wear those labels – with pride.

She bows her head one last time, as the mantle of the choices that brought her here become a different kind of weight. Lifting her head, she rises from her knees before the vicar with grace, as he proclaims her to all. She begins her life anew with the only appellation that mattered now, Queen.

To what you answer
Will always outweigh the things
To what you are called

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