Spoiler Alert

Posted on November 19, 2018 by Raivenne

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
dVerse Poets Pub graphic
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.

Home

Posted on November 5, 2018 by Raivenne

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.

dVerse Poets | Quadrille #68: Winkle, Winkle, Little Poem dVerse Poets Pub graphic

Working for the Weekend

Posted on October 22, 2018 by Raivenne

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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dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight Mic

Tonight at dVerse Poets Pub Kim asks us to write a Quadrille (a 44 word poem, not including the title), using the word “Early.”

I’m in an Enigma State of Mind

Posted on May 31, 2018 by Raivenne

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.

The Empire State Building at night awash in multiple pastel colors

dVerse Poets OpenLinkNight #221

Let Me

Posted on May 17, 2018 by Raivenne

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

Posted on May 15, 2018 by Raivenne

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

Anything Like This

Posted on May 14, 2018 by Raivenne

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.

It Was A Pleasure

Posted on May 10, 2018 by Raivenne

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)

dVerse ~ Poets Pub |
Meeting The Bar — Bridging the Gap

There is Noise in the Silence

Posted on May 8, 2018 by Raivenne

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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dVerse Poets Pub |
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.

Explode

Posted on March 26, 2018 by Raivenne

Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran

You are the lit match
The hot flame of the cigarette
About to fall

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

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Tag Archives: Poetry

Spoiler Alert

Home

Working for the Weekend

I’m in an Enigma State of Mind

Let Me

My Sin, The Thing Tabu

Anything Like This

It Was A Pleasure

There is Noise in the Silence

Explode