We bobble like iron bubbles
Anchored to docks of despair
Waving flags, still bragging
About love of country
Humble hearts whisper
In feathers, doves
But hope does not float
Intentions are stuck in
Stagnant sea scum
Blood flows and God knows
We are tired
Written for this week’s Quadrille prompt over at dVerse Poets Pub
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Strangest day it was
The past peepin’ roun’ corners
Portals open saysme
Or not… maybe
Do I ever close ’em
Let shadows lurketh
And biggest bizarrest day
Past peepin’roun corners
I n’me up
Making my head messin’
Me guessin’ whatsup
Somethin just not right
Wait! Lemme ‘splain it. It’s the most terriblest, worstest grammar ever!
That is the idea over at dVerse Poets Pub for this week’s Poetics.
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I follow you
Flashlight in hand
Still dimmer than our hearts
Lake of infinity
Lapping to the rhythm of
Silence
Sandy-toed, sips of merlot
You whisper of satellites
Geosynchronous orbits
And how much you love me
Spicing my world
Peppering my skies
With stars
Join us as I host one of our favourite prompts, the Quadrille at dVerse Poets Pub. 44 words including the word “spice” or any form of it. Doors open at 3 p.m. EST. C’mon….get a little spicy!
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I find my religion
in song and stars
not far from the dazzle
of dew drops at dawn
in chiseled red rock
set aglow by the sun
in the voice of the trees
that silence me
strokes of pastel
over indigo skies
moonlight shadows
that dance in my eyes
the strength of the spider web
in gale’s great force
and of course
it all feels magical
Paul is tending bar at dVerse Poets Pub today and he has us brewing up a little magic into our poems.
Want to read some enchanting poetry? Feel free to join in. Just wave your magic wand over this:
“We are all just prisoners here
of our own device.”
Well isn’t that nice….
Robotic, hypnotic little
Sheep grinning, grazing
On bits and bytes of
Techno trash and hashtags
Phubbing our friends
There’s a word for that?
Doesn’t deserve one
We sulk like fools
In our own game
Propagating our own pain
Immunized, mesmerized
Publicized, then wondering why
Our hearts hurt
And our heads are spinning
This is the fork in the road
My friends
The end
Or the beginning
Hope you enjoyed “Musical Muse”, my offering as a poetic prompt this week at dVerse Poets Pub. Choose some lyrics, preferably one line from a favorite song and grow your own poem from it. You are not limited to the original theme of the song. Instead, forge your own poetic path.
**Quote is from the lyrics of “Hotel California”, The Eagles
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I am of you and you of me
Mingled blues upon the sea
Gentle sway of burnished brine
We fall and rise in tide, in time
We fall and rise in tide, in time
Gentle sway of burnished brine
Mingled blues upon the sea
I am of you and you of me
When nightfall finds you
Breathless under muted moon
Your shattered heart fumbling
Tumbling faster than your thoughts
May you count stars instead of tears
Echo the moments, over years
Summon one precious particle
Of light within your soul
Carry on, my friend
Carry on
This life is not over
Written for dVerse as Paul brings us a beautiful prompt for Poetics, called
