Poetry

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For Chester

Posted by Raivenne on July 20, 2017
Posted in: dVerse ~ Poets Pub, Meeting the Bar, Poetry. Tagged: , , , , , , . 8 Comments

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

 

In Dreams Come True Is This

Posted by Raivenne on May 15, 2017
Posted in: Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, Poetry, Saturday Mix. Tagged: , , , , . Leave a comment

In dreams come true, is this, yon maidens sigh
The knight so brave, a truth none can deny
His heart doth love, but just for one to see
Someone special who knows not what could be
His love he’ll give when battle’s end is nigh

And she, damsel who finds herself too shy
Doth watch her knight of dreams ride off thereby
Knows not the knight could love someone like she
In dreams come true is this

It will pain less, she knows, come by and by
For now these tears are hers alone to cry
Upon his death whispers it comes to she
To learn so late his love was hers to be
Her heart alive, with love, only to die
In dreams come true is this

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In Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie  – host Teresa asks us to pen a short episode in the fashion of a medieval romance tale in prose or as a Rondeau.

 

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie : Saturday’s Mix – May 13th 

 

Nothing

Posted by Raivenne on May 9, 2017
Posted in: dVerse ~ Poets Pub, Poetry, Quadrille. Tagged: , , , , . 3 Comments 
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.

dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #32

Respirator

Posted by Raivenne on April 24, 2017
Posted in: Just Me, Being Me, Poetry, Quadrille. Tagged: , , , , . 4 Comments

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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dVerse ~Poets Pub | Quadrille # 31

 

The Canvas – The Artist

Posted by Raivenne on April 10, 2017
Posted in: dVerse ~ Poets Pub, Poetry, Quadrille. Tagged: , , , , . 7 Comments

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

Wax play

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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.

National Poetry Writing Month (NoPoWriMo) 2017

National Poetry Writing Month: Day 10

Movie?

Posted by Raivenne on April 9, 2017
Posted in: National Poetry Month, National Poetry Writing Month, Poetry, The Present, Thinking Aloud. Tagged: , , , , . Leave a comment

Movie?
See the marquee?
Most of it’s just crappy,
Film wasted on stupidity.
Fifty Teenage Rambo Faster Beauty
We pay for insipidity.
Oh, complimentary!
So, its Part Three?
Let’s see!

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National Poetry Writing Month (NoPoWriMo) 2017

National Poetry Writing Month 2017 – Day 9


Since it’s the 9th day, write a nine-line poem. I wrote a Rubliw.

The Rubliw is a monorhyme form of an epistle that begins with a salutation in iambic monometer, followed by lines that are iambic dimeter, trimeter, tetrameter, pentameter, and descending in that reverse order.

 

A Chance to Heal

Posted by Raivenne on April 8, 2017
Posted in: Friday Music Mix, Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, National Poetry Month, National Poetry Writing Month, Poetry, The Present, Thinking Aloud. Tagged: , , , , , . 3 Comments

It is necessary to watch
Far in front of ourselves
To understand that we are lost
Alex Nevsky – “Jeter in Sort” (“Put A Spell On” – English translation)

It is necessary to watch
Where healing eyes have spoken
Healing braced in the ocean of tears crying
Grateful just to know we still feel
For in sadness is a chance to heal

Far in front of ourselves
Where healing time is forever frozen
Healing in prayers for the dead and the dying
For days like these when we simply cannot deal
And give ourselves a chance to heal

To understand that we are lost
Where healing hearts are ever broken
Healing we must always keep on trying
Giving our all to make the compassion real
Perseverance of faith for a chance to heal
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National Poetry Writing Month (NoPoWriMo) 2017
National Poetry Writing Month 2017 – Day 8
Write a poem using repetition

The Daily Post
The Daily Post
The Daily Post | Daily Prompt – Heal

A to Z Challenge - G
A to Z Challenge – Letter G
G is for Glosa –
This poem is written in a modified glosa

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Mindlovemiserty’s Menagerie – Friday Music Prompt
“Jeter un Sort/Put A Spell On” by Alex Nevsky