Little man, wipe that smile
don’t look as pleased as punch
victories are often short-lived
on this thought, do munch
you have thrown enough lame punches
now hear the music of bone crunch
winter is around the corner,
just wait. You’ll get sucker punched!
Written for dVerse. Today’s host, De, has asked us to pack a punch ie use Punch in our quadrille.
Many hands toiling behind the scenes
to smooth all creases
many hours spent slogging over details
to make a beautiful experience
many miles travelled
to bless and celebrate
marriages may be made in heaven but
require a lot of effort to work on earth.
Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Li, has asked us to write a quadrille including the world work in it.
It has been a hectic two days, travelling to and fro to attend a wedding in the family. We are on our way back home and I have written this sitting in the back seat.
Under the blanket of moon’s warmth
we lie together; the night and I
telling each other bedtime stories
resting our heads on the wet grass
the morning arrives coyly,
lovingly pouring golden sunshine
into my cup. Her piercing gaze
accusing me of being unfaithful.
Written for dVerse quadrille Monday. Today’s host, Linda, has asked us to write a quadrille on morning.
You were such a romantic
we were known as the duo dynamic
my love made you ecstatic
but lately you have been erratic
your ardour has become static
but today ain’t you being dramatic
declaring that I am not your type! How utterly pathetic!
Written for dVerse. Today’s host, De, says: I want you to play with some form of the word type in your piece: typing, typed, typewriter, typography, typist.Archetypal.
facing my fragile, filigreed fears
I stroke their susurrus
suppurating secrets
shivering at their vulnerable nakedness
bathed in my molten lava tears
they freeze at the static touch of my skin
mustering scraps of love I wrap them gently
finally anointing them with acceptance.
Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Mish, says: Write a 44 word poem sans title including the word “wrap” and post it on your blog or website.
There is no beginning nor any end
though compelling is the urge sometimes to blend
but if I don’t remain truly, uniquely me
whither then is my individuality
let’s celebrate each other at least for a day
tomorrow does seem so far, far away.
Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Merril, says: Today’s Quadrille prompt word—as I’m certain you’ve guessed–is celebrate. Use the word, or some form of the word, such as celebrated, celebration, etc. in your poem today.
dVerse is celebrating its 11th anniversary. Congratulations to all dVersians!
The sea of intemperate words turned cataclysmic
heated arguments rose like angry waves
fanaticism battered tolerance
the red-flag of religious bigotry
overwhelmed me with helpless rage
I retreated to my inner island
cold anger has chiseled my quill
it spells out the unpalatable truth.
Written for dVerse and wdys. Today’s host, Sanaa, says: Carve us a poem out of the word “Spell,” and make it precisely 44 words long, not counting the title ofcourse.
My furlough turned out to be much longer than intended. I had thought it would be easy to keep up with blogging while visiting my mom and brother’s family. With other siblings and their kids joining in, it turned out to be a fun family get together after three long years.
I don’t watch TV news but a completely avoidable controversial comment on religion, which brought international shame(and provoked this poem), sickened me to the core. I stayed away from writing to process my despair and anger. Today’s two prompts seemed the right vehicle to blog again.
These parched eyes do crave
the cooling dew drops of dreams
but stay sleep deprived
the night is sleepless
and the morn is still sleeping
the lone moon loiters
my eyes dodge sly sleep
I fill the space betwixt lids
with your loving thoughts
Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Sarah, says: give me your sleepy poems! Your poems of rest and relaxation, of drifting off into the golden haze of slumber! Your spiky poems of lying awake while your lover snores beside you! Your forty winks on a sunny afternoon!
A set of three haiku on elusive sleep.
Chalk it up to my ignorance, if you may
sometimes I miss nuances, sometimes wordplay
our verses are as different as chalk and cheese
can’t just anymore creative juices squeeze
I better go back to chalk and duster
leave poeming, was a better teacher!
Written for dVerse. Today’s host, De, says: Just chalk us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word chalk.
When tear soaked memories
intrude silently
threatening to drown me
loneliness holds my hand
and gently cradles my head
it is the season of separation
a cold wind of remembrance
makes me shiver uncontrollably
I wrap the heavy yet threadbare
blanket of melancholy tightly.
Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Li, says: Your challenge, if you choose to accept it, is to pen a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word season.
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