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.
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
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.”
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
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.
You took your life, this summer day
Swept it away
And so we sigh
And so we cry
You took your life, our hearts makes due
But they’re not you
Gritty taunting
Beauty haunting
You took your life, left us no choice
Only your voice
Just an echo
We can’t let go
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Today at dVerse Frank Hubeny asks us to take a minute and write a poem using the Minute Poem form:
A Minute Poem has exactly 60 syllables which we assume match the 60 seconds in a minute. The form also requires three stanzas of 20 syllables each. Each stanza has four lines. The first line has 8 syllables and the next three lines have 4 syllables each. If that is not enough constraints, the poem is expected to have end rhymes for the three stanzas that go aabb ccdd eeff.
I am still stunned by the suicide of Linkin Park Lead singer Chester Bennington, earlier today.
In a post from April I wrote about my love for Linkin Park and the very first time I heard them:
Chester Bennington, lead vocalist for Linkin Park, was unforgiving as he growled his way into my id, fucking trashed it like a drugged out rocker’s hotel room and by God I wanted more! When the video ended I immediately turned off the television hyperventilating, not knowing what the fuck hit me, but I remember I finally fell asleep and felt so much better upon waking.
A minute poem is about all I can do right now, so perfect.
dVerse Poets Pub – Meeting the Bar:The Minute Poem
Do you not feel me?
Feel me.
Do you not hear me?
Hear me.
I know I can be shallow.
Shallow.
But you know I am not empty.
Empty.
Within my heartbeat echoes yours.
Yours.
Yet I know within your heartbeat mine is nothing.
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dVerse De (whimsygizmo) asks us to write a Quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words – not including the title, and to make it echo. “Echo” being the word that must be used in the poem. I went for its absence.
The
Canvas
Is pristine
The artist sighs
Prepares the first brush
The
Canvas
Is intrigued
The artist picks
Lets the brush drizzle
The
Canvas
Is moaning
The artist smiles
Chooses the next brush
The
Canvas
Is complete
The artist bows
Blows the brushes out
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dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille #30 – Drizzle
Mish wants us to drizzle out s Quadrille -a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title- using the word drizzle.
Today’s other form: the Arun.
A nonce poem created by friend and fellow blogger, GirlGriot, an Arun is a fifteen-line poem in three sets of five lines. Each set of five lines follows the same syllable structure: starting with one syllable and increasing by one syllable with each line. 1/2/3/4/5 — 3x. There are no other rhyme or structural requirements. Because today is Quadrille Monday, I took creative license of her form by adding a fourth stanza to meet the 44 word requirement for a Quadrille.
