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.”
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.
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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 never wanted anything like this less
It was supposed to a game
Something slight, simple
I didn’t see the string
I never
Imagined to be caught in your beam
Much too late I felt myself list
And cursed a blue streak
Wanted anything
Like this moment oh so still
Yet I cannot deny the afterglow sheen
And how in my very thoughts you seam
Like this
Through my psyche to rattle
Through my heart to beat
Through my soul to fasten
And I never wanted anything like this more
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The Sunday Whirl – Wordle 351
Use at least ten of the following words in a story or poem/prose:
Game, Simple, String, Beam, List, Streak, Still, Sheen, Seam, Rattle, Beat, Fasten
I challenged myself to use the words as is, not changing tense and in the order given.
The Daily Post – Slight
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
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)
There is noise in the
Silence
When nothing can be heard
There is always the
Thump, thump
Of one’s heart
Beating
From within
And in the muddle of it
One finds clarity
Even in a dark place
One just has to learn to
Listen
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Quadrille #56 – Muddle up that Muse
Whimsy Gizmo, De at dVerse wants us to muddle things in a Quadrille, a poem exactly 44 words, not including the tittle – using the given word.
I am the kerosene
Poured over this world
Waiting, waiting, waiting
For you
Fall to me my love
Let us spark
And watch our dark souls
EXPLODE
Let us burn
So hot, so bright, so sure
Hell itself
Will genuflect
With envy
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
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