Time to dance the Quadrille in the dVerse Poets Pub ~ the magic word for today is "TRIP"
cocktail party, she was young and quite prim
among highbrows, professors, jargon and style ...
spied a hunk with an ever so handsome grin
sipping a scotch, pipe in his tanned hand
“Oh, I love smoke-pipers"
and tripped over the rest of her wit.
dVerse Poets pub and Quadrille Monday ~ De is hosting, the magic word for today is "SMILE'"
At eighty-four
I wink at mirrors
pockets stuffed with mischief
memories and improbable alibis
SMILE YOU'RE ON CANDID CAMERA
if walls talked they'd blush
if diaries escaped they'd jog
I've lived loudly
laughed harder
and edited strategically
leaving crumbs, winks
and harmless scandal behind
WhimsyGizmo is hosting Quadrille Monday in the Pub ~ the magic word is "Much"
How much voodoo
went into choosing
Quadrille's magic number
“forty-four”
[curious minds need to know]
what's wrong with twenty-three
when I play the lottery
“pick your own”
I play “forty-four”
and “twenty-three”
both there Saturday night
looking for four winners
your tips, pretty please?
BACK FROM A TWO WEEK HIATUS ~ LISA IS HOSTING QUADRILLE MONDAY
"TURN" IS THE WORD WE ARE TO USE IN OUR POEMS
Our Son Christopher's Artwork ~ From Decades Ago
HOW MANY CORNERS MUST WE TURN
HOW MANY CITIES MUST WE BURN
HOW MANY WOUNDS MUST HISTORY HIDE
HOW MANY TEARS HAVE JUSTIFIED PRIDE
HOW LONG TILL TRUTH OUT-VOICES FEAR
HOW CLOSE MUST RUIN DRAW TO HEAR
BEFORE WE LEARN TO DOUSE THE FLAMES
Lillian is hosting Quadrille Monday ~ the word we must use in our 44 word poems is "SUNRISE"!
I ask the sky
how do i greet sunrise
when your presence has gone silent
how do i lift this face
smile, carry joy in my heart
knowing what it has lost
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still the sun climbs
i slowly, bravely
rise with it
for you
It's Quadrille Monday in the dVerse Pub ~ Punam is hosting ~ our challenge ~~ use the word "alter" or a form of the word, in a 44-word quadrille!
tucked in my shadow's pocket
"alter-ego" stretches its limbs
tosses back its hair
waits for the music
spotlight humming
I vanish ~ "she" arrives
bold as brass
borrowing my shoes
but none of my demeanor
the curtain falls
back into the pocket
'till next time
Time for Quadrilles in the dVerse Pub ~ 44 words will do it! De is hosting and provides us with the word ENCHANT (or a form of it) for inspiration.
Illinois ~ Missouri
first memories ~ my kin
dancing with history in Maryland
the snowy silence of Minnesota
and warmth of Georgia's red clay
salt and citrus breath of Florida
the hush of Oregon's pine
each State a whisper of enchantment
promises made beneath different skies
De is hosting today in the dVerse Poets Pub ~ it's time for a Quadrille!
"WHAT" is the magic word!
what if I told you
it was never about doubt
never about transgressions
what if I told you
my mistakes were
as unforgivable as yours
I was still in love with you
would you take me back
or would you tell me it’s over
Figgy pudding, sweet delight, merely a figment, out of sight
In my mind, it sits and
steams, dripping figs and creamy dreams
Reality, it will not
breach, and far beyond my longing's reach
A sugary specter, just for me, sweet figment of my fantasy
aging comes with benefits
this I've come to learn
adventure in far off places
I've bridges yet to burn
where to next I ponder
on land, on sea ~ just me?
or throw all caution to the wind
'tis loads more fun with two ~ agree?
De has us dancing in the dVerse Poets Pub today ~ Time to Quadrille!!
Friday is more than just a day
it's a feeling
Friday evening ushers in
a time of unwinding
clinking glasses and laughter
a symphony of camaraderie
drowning out the week's cacophony
it's time to celebrate small victories
shrug off momentary defeats
Happy Hour beckons
Time for a Quadrille in the Pub ~~ not the Dance ~~ the Poem!! De supplies the word "Friday" for us to build our quadrilles around!
Monday in dVerse Poets Pub ~ time for a Quadrille! Punam has given us the word 'slumber' to use in our poems! ZZzzzzzzz
in the darkness of night
slumber will not come
this hour, these moments
belong to us
Debussy is playing
when the nocturne ends
I wonder, will we ever end
in the darkness of night
slumber will not come
this hour, these moments
ours
Monday Quadrille hosted by Bjorn in the dVerse Poets Pub ~ the prompt word today is "snow" or any derivative of it.
when trees sleep and flowers die
found our fire amidst
laughing aspens, whispering pines
falling leaves of red and gold
autumn's light fading
sun's angle dropping
too low for nourishment
we lost our rhythm
drifted apart
Today in the Pub, De has us concentrating on the word "Pine" or a derivative! Forty-four words ~ The Quadrille!
we were hopeless at chess
jumping each other
like playing leapfrog
{ a child's game }
mapping strategies
destined to fail
knights stumbling
rooks crashing
time to break rank
gather up pieces, move on
you were never my king
i was never your queen
a greyhound station
back in the day
a cool venue lying in wait
balanced on the precipice
Prince! Tina! The Boss!
we were the 'splurge generation'
on our feet
needing a quick fix
music our drug of choice
Memorial Day
the perfect time to drag out
that heavy 'old photos' box
thousands of them
a day made for solitude, for browsing
memories, moments, the very best ones
~ sometimes a mood takes over ~
can too much of a good thing ruin it?
Never.
Focus on the
terrified, bewildered eyes
of the children, their mothers ~
as fathers/sons/brothers stay behind
ready to fight for their country.
There is no
acceptable outcome
for the hundreds of thousands
fleeing Ukraine cities ..
destroyed by a monster's
insatiable need to take .. take.
how's that you say ..
the Hoppy Frog?
No, dear man
open your ears
vodka with grapefruit
none of them beers!
Use salt rimmed glasses
juice is quite tart
we call it healthy and
good for the heart!