wary of winks

 

was that an itch
or political twitch?

it was deliberate wink, i think
first, they get our vote; then play turn coat

offer girl drugged drinks, prey with flirty hi-jinks

mark cards to win, gamble with sin
sly one-eyed blink… all cheaters stink!

 


Linking to dVerse with 44-word “wink” quadrille…

come home to harbor

Lillian is serving up quadrilles at the dVerse poets pub tonight!

 

may home be calm harbor

where load is lighter, not harder

welcome all with warmest ardor

share from heart’s generous larder

offer love a safe haven to anchor

retreat from world’s loud rancor

into shelter of peaceful arbor

make our home a restful harbor

 

 

none quick enough

De hosts “quick” quadrille at dVerse and I remembered the line from Apostles’ Creed. “Quick” may be archaic for “living” (which we use now) but still fits.


 

“He will come to judge the quick and the dead.”

who appoints us
to be another’s judge?

who designates our
high court as supreme?

who dares to live
as law unto himself?

Someday each one will tremble
on holy ground in Judge Jesus’ presence.

 

 

fly like an eagle

 

“Aye, glen eyrie…
valley of eagles’s nest,”

spoken by scottish landscaper
adopted by american railroad tycoon
as name for estate & manor

dream designed for cherished “queen”
nestled within rocky mountains
stone garden of the gods

she suffered heart attack
never lived in her castle

 

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photo by lynn

man of the land

 

salt of the earth

faithful steward of the soil

guardian of God’s garden

patiently waits for harvest

impatiently wrestles with weather

muscular and tanned from

carrying wet calves

throwing dry bales

created from dust with

dirt under his fingernails

 

…to dust someday must return

 


A quadrille of 44 words on the theme of  “earth”.

disgruntled digestion

Quadrilles (44 words) “in a box” served by De at dVerse poets’ pub!


 

Dad must have eaten

too many sandwiches

packed in cold lunch pail

over fifty working years

 

Probably seen enough 

bologna to last another

fifty, sliced bread spread

in days before microwaves

 

Retirement home’s

elegant menu choices,

Sunday buffet brunch…

contrast supper’s disappointing 

 

box lunch!

 

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Shel Silverstein

 

 

puzzling origins

“if it doesn’t have a tail,
it’s an ape.”  – veggietales

does that mean we are
living on planet of apes?

evolutionary theory puzzles
over missing links

missing, non-existent,
pieces to puzzle

genesis one is epic poem
worth pondering

i believe God creates
beginnings!

 

 


We’re doing “puzzle” quadrilles with Mish at dVerse poets pub this week 😀

anniversary pitch

Unknown

 

 

world of poets

online experience rich

blogger friends

a tapestry stitch

 

poetic minds wander like seven year itch

 

often words flow

without a hitch

but some prompts

induce writer’s glitch

while various sites

may bait and switch,

 

d’Verse welcomes all to find their niche!

 

 


Celebrate with us at dVerse Poetics Pub…cheers to seven years! (Pinterest quote by Markus Zusak)

his & her harleys

 

teen-age male on 

testosterone

in search of new 

thrills-on-wheels

dreams of motorcycle;

engine roar combines

with speed’s blur…

wind-in-face freedom.

middle-age parents

experience concern,

envision fragile-ness 

of life-and-limb;

postpone possibility

until son leaves family nest…

 


Forty-four word quadrille for “cycle” prompt at dVerse Poets this week…

overripe for freedom?

Current events quadrille for the Nicaraguan people…and dVerse!

 

Nicaraguans are

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image from pinterest

 

taking it to the streets;

cobblestone city streets,

paved with “somoza” stones

of past dictatorships;

socialism promised

justice but in reality

cobbled the people

who’ve had enough

of corruption and

being lorded over by

self-serving politicians

who bury citizens

under bureaucracy.

moisture’s dew point

Kim at dVerse Poets hosts “rain” quadrille (44 words) prompt this week…

 

mist hangs thin veil

covers landscape, 

shrouds horizon.

sky heavy with humidity

air’s mood presses in,

mildly claustrophobic;

when clouds cannot rain.

 

hair hangs thick veil

covers face,

shrouds emotion.

heart heavy with futility

mind’s mood presses in,

wildly claustrophobic;

when tears cannot reign.

 

 

(not) just for kicks

A quadrille muddle at dVerse Poets pub this week…

 

it’s chores time on our family farm
calves gathered in a huddle
to vaccinate from microbe harm
we chase them, catch ‘n cuddle

sometimes the work goes like a charm
sometimes the herd’s befuddled
calves vs. farmers by the barn
in an unlucky, mucky muddle!

 

 

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“innocence”  –  lynn

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