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Joining Victoria Slotto and dVerse poets in the garden…


 

robin dips in birdbath

tiller turns black loam
to plant potatoes early

sugar-snap peas on fence
deep red geraniums in pots

pick peppers and ripest
tomatoes for pint jars
of homemade salsa

memories embedded in
rubber palm, fabric back
of mom’s garden gloves

 

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da bomb

 

blue lips confess

tasting frozen delight

hyperactivity on a stick

fructose corn syrup high

flavors layered like the flag

cherry, lime, jazzy razzberry

hot july day at grandma’s

you know you want one

let taste buds explode

sweetness trickles in

cool

drips

off

chin

 

 


Join Kim at dVerse poets where we’re writing blue quadrilles…

i did!

Lillian invites us to lighten up and get a bit silly at dVerse poets’ pub tonight 🙂

 

did you ever leave cell phone behind,
family must ring your number to find?

did you ever blow gum bubble in space,
stretch it bigger till it burst in your face?

did you ever play three gruff goats billy,
game with granddaughters giggling silly?

 

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“Grandma” by Ruth

close/open

 

when restaurants close,
drive throughs open double lanes
to serve safely.

when schools close,
teachers open online rooms
to teach remotely.

when surgical centers close,
hospital personnel open doors
to care courageously.

when church buildings close,
God’s people open united hearts
to pray faithfully.

 


Linking to dVerse Poets quadrille prompt…44 words on “close”.

just peelings

 

peelings, nothing more than peelings
trying to remember apple peelings of life
teardrops rolling down on my cheeks
trying to forget onion peelings in sink…

woo-oo, peel potato in my hands
slip like never lost u
slide like never leave u
again in garden…

 

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My apologies to songwriter Morris Albert who wrote 1975 hit, “Feelings”.  I’m linking this to dVerse quadrille prompt on “peelings”  🙂

urbane

 

hey man, whatsup?
’tis the season to glow

hustlers glitter under streetlight
like shards of broken window
neon sign blinks cheap hotel

alley cats’ eyes flicker between
garbage dumpsters in row
yowling fight over dead fish

it’s Christmas eve, yeah
sell me some snow!

 

 


Linking with dVerse poets where Lillian hosts a “glowing” quadrille…

play for keeps

 

keep the best memories
let unpleasant ones go

keep faith in truth
turn from all false-ness

keep forward movement
stop procrastination now

keep expressing your heart
ignore rude criticism

keep head held high
don’t lose confidence

keep smiling at life
watch life smile back!

 

 

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Too late to link but inspired by Kim at dVerse to write quadrille (44 words) on “keep”.

dear guest

 

don’t be upset by
my russet setter
on the side porch;
step over him and

please, have a seat
on my satin settee
here we’ll have tea,
chat, recite verset till

supper; then play
games after sunset
until we settle into
long moonset night.

 


Joining dVerse poets writing quadrilles (44 words) using the word “set”.

 

sea of tranquility

Lillian at dVerse invites us to write a quadrille (44-word poem) on the most beautiful word in our language: tranquility


 

adirondacks sit on
porch of beach house
surf flows in, lightly froths
foam over fine sand…
sucked back to sea,
leaving castaway shells.
seagulls perch on pier…
launch upward in lazy arcs
where white clouds float,
billow, accumulate into
tranquil dreams…
of sunny tomorrow.

 

 

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photo by lynn

unfrazzled

 

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who bore seven children,
rambunctious and noisy,
marveled
over my great aunt,
who raised six children,
so well-behaved
that following a meal
she would direct them
once
in a very soft voice…
they would immediately
clear the table
and
wash the dishes.

 


A quadrille  (poem of exactly 44 words) for dVerse Poets Pub with De.

freckled fun

 

kids have ‘em on their noses
toads have ‘em on their toes-es

bananas get ‘em when yummy ripe
trout wear ‘em with tummy stripe

speckles of sunlight shine upon leaves
treckles of water dripping from eaves

when all’s said and done
freckles are fun!

 

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charlotte sun

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


No changing freckles and no editing this poem 🙂  It’s a quadrille with exactly 44 words for Mish’s prompt at dVerse poets pub tonight.

climate change

I’m linking this “sun/Son” quadrille (44 words) to  dVerse Poets pub   where we’re diving into the subject of climate crisis this week…


 

powerful star
commands our
entire system solar

glorious light
shines too bright
for human sight

his light maintains
so life sustains
planet’s green plains

will we war
for what we adore?
been done before

apostasy done
spiritual war won
when earth falls into sun

 

 

“Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.”  (Psalm 2:12 KJV)

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