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Orange Sky

The sky is orange today
That is a good thing
Much better than grey 
Dark and menacing
Not black like night
Black is the comfort of a blanket
With no stars
You can’t see what hits you
And that’s just fine
As long as what hits you
Does it’s job and ends the line

But the dark of grey
Like steel in the sky
Menacing and mean
Just waiting to strike
Rain may fall 
Like acid upon my skin
Or perhaps a lightening bolt
Electricity to burn my sin
Grey hides the danger
Until it’s too late
They come from above
You don’t see them from far away
They drop like dimes
Into a well, to make you unwell
Released from unknown hells

That’s okay because today
The sky is orange 
Like a fire’s rage
Burn up my eyes
Burn away the grey
I’m happy to see an orange sky
Probably something burns
But it is far away
Orange means the sky is free
That’s good enough for me

They say once the sky was blue
With white clouds
And when days would start
And when they would end
They’d have a varied hue
I doubt that’s true
But maybe one day
I’ll see a sky that’s blue

Today the sky is orange

This is for a dVerse prompt: Write a poem that involves a color or multiple colors! There is no particular form, length, or rhyme scheme required…your poem just has to be colorful!

This was more of a speculative fiction type poem and in a general sort of way; not really fitting into a specific genre but it can fit into more than a few depending on where it takes you. I hope you enjoy! 😊

Electronic Myths

Superhuman beings of unknown origin
Bytes of information formed in hieroglyphics of 0 and 1
Scrolls of code written in subterranean suburbia
Myths created in the garage of dad and mum
Spread across the planet, crossing the labyrinth
Now held in the hand
Conquering man

This is for a dVerse prompt: Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word myth. Hope you enjoy! 😊

Sidenote: the image under the title is the title letters in binary. 😉

Punk You Ate

There is a rhythm no matter the period
That comes in the speech of these
Or in a pair of these   pair in these    pair in the these
          However you say it
In the speaking of these
That is natural as in the honking of geese

Come ma, see the speak easy
Exclaim to the nation
Her ex
Claymation, a post declaration
A eulogy to a past situation
A post strophe to a fallen tragedy

He lisps but still is smooth
In his diction 
Airy in his speech
Brace yourself for the hype
In the crowd
Dashing all doubt
Feel it in your colon
Semi rumble
Question Mark Luke or James
It’s all the same

The Punk You Ate Shawn

This is for a prompt from dverse: For today’s prompt, let’s have fun sans punctuation. You may capitalize lines, write in all lowercase, rhyme (or not), use enjambment or unique spacing, whatever other tools you use are completely up to you. Your poem must not be punctuated. Hope you enjoy! 😊

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Soft Explosion

They say California is where fools go to find their dreams and dreamers go to find their fool. Henrietta was neither fool nor dreamer yet she found herself stepping off the plane in LAX.

“Father forgive me for I have sinned. But not my will but thine,” she thought as she walked out of the airport.

She was here on behest of her father to rescue their west coast operations. Their west coast operations consisted of one store, in Hollywood, owned by –

“Rita!” yelled a man from the window of a bright blue VW Buzz with the radio blasting.

Michael. The head of T.I.N.Industries west coast operations, brother, fool.

“The hills so dry,

So dense the underbrush.

That where I push my way,

The giant hush;

Was changed to soft explooosiooon.”

The song blasted from the windows of the electric vehicle.

“Hey sis!” said Michael.

This is for a dVerse prompt: This evening, I would like you to write a Prose piece which includes the line:

“The hills so dry, so dense the underbrush, that where I pushed my way the giant hush was changed to soft explosion.”

From the poem “On a View of Pasadena from the Hills.”

The line from the poem reminded me of the southern California countryside and I was going to include it in some description of that but I wrote the first line and then when I went to introduce Henrietta she said she was neither fool nor dreamer and took the story in a different direction. The line also kind of had a lyrical vibe to it so I thought why not add it as a pop song in the background; which I think probably would have pissed off the original poet, which puts a bit of a grin on my face. hehe 😁
I hope you enjoy!

My Love & My Behavior

My love for you is unconditional however my behavior towards you is not
My love would swim the seas and grab the stars from the sky
My love knows the depths of the ocean floors and the heights the sun climbs
However I will not get on my knees and crawl just because you beckon

My love for you is the kind that moves mountains
My love would stand in the storm
My love knows who you are and who I am with you
However I will not destroy myself for you

My love for you has no end; timeless it spans the eons
My love would find you at the end of eternity
My love knows you from a single grain of sand among all the Earth’s beaches
However my time is my own to give

My love for you is yours and yours only
My love is given freely without recourse
My love is immeasurable and without end
However, I will do as I will; for my love is yours but my actions are my own.

A Taste of Stew

A collection of poems from seductive & spicy to thoughtful & observant. The best poems from the AuthorStew blog & across the Internet are gathered in this collection. There’s something just for you. Get a taste of AuthorStew’s poetry!

Not The One Marrying You

I had a friend or so I thought

Well more than a friend if I were true

If I had been true to that what she sought

She wanted more, that I knew

It wasn’t something I was told

Not in words at least

The games of love are often old

The feelings of one often fleeced

In a game when hearts aren’t true

My actions weren’t meant to harm

This power was something new

Not many fell for my charm

Her heart was something borrowed

A loan for lonely times

When hurried times had slowed

Selfishness topped my list of crimes

I never considered her countenance

If she felt something blue

And a sixpence

Nor a dime would do

To fix what I did to you

So as I sit here

In this pew

Listening to vows shared I fear

I made the mistake in not being in his shoes

Not being the one marrying you

This is for a dVerse prompt: Pick one of the following two options:

1) Use one (or more) of the five phrases in the Victorian rhyme either as a title for your poem or within your poem. You can write about marriage or not. The subject of the poem is wholly up to you.
OR
2) Riff off this rhyme. Let it take you wherever it takes you, from the romantic and sentimental to the fantastic or macabre. What charms or rites, humorous or serious, would you include for a particular occasion’s success (or failure)? What ritual or recipe for good fortune, peace, or harmony? For writing? Just put it in a poem, narrative, lyrical, or anything in between. And good luck!

I chose #1 and used all the phrases from the rhyme
Something old, something new
Something borrowed, something blue
And a sixpence in her shoe.
I hope you enjoy! 😊

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Horny

A trombone with a microphone in front of it. A dark out of focus background with colored lights — Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash

Horny?
Like the brass section in Beethoven’s symphony no. 9
My trumpet yearns for your lips
To blow out sweet melodies
Slide along with my trombone and break out the band
We’re celebrating tonight’s masterpiece

Horny?
Like a water buffalo
Let me stand in your wetlands
Protect and dominate 
Large and majestic my horns
Ride me and we’ll explore

Horny?
Like a car stuck on the highway
A Bugatti full of luxury 
Sit inside feel the soft leather molded seats
Touch the horn let the world know
You are here and ready to go

Horny?
Me? Don’t let these little things deceive you
I’m an angel in disguise. 
These little projections, protrude 
But that doesn’t make me a devil 
No, that’s just my smile

Horny? You could say that. 
But I don’t like to toot my own horn.

This was from a dVerse prompt that I did (Horny?) but forgot that the prompt was for a 44 word poem. So instead I present it here. 😁

A Taste of Stew

A collection of poems from seductive and spicy to thoughtful and observant. The best poems from the AuthorStew blog & across the Internet are gathered in this collection. There’s something just for you. Get a taste of AuthorStew’s poetry!

Horny?

Horny?

Like the brass section of a band
My trumpet yearns for your lips

Like a water buffalo
Let me in your wetlands

Like a car stuck in traffic
A Bugatti full of luxury 

Me? Don’t let these deceive you
I’m an angel in disguise.

This is for a dVerse prompt: For those new to dVerse Poets Pub or to the quadrille form, it is a 44-word poem written using a word that the host gives you. The title may give you a clue as to the word: horn. Please note that you may use any of the variations the word may take.

I hope you enjoy! 😊

Written on Spindrift Pages

I –
- think therefore I am, am because we are, singular,
- referring to the speaker, ninth letter of the alphabet
- refer to myself as such yet get lost within the crowd
Write –
- a letter, what you know, to fill in the blank spaces on a page
- The formation of letters, to express oneself in written form, produce as an author
- words on a page, hoping to convey my confusion clearly
On –
- the opposite of off, ease down the road, to remain support by
- attached to or unified with, as to be a covering, connection, or association with
- Top of -, oh I can’t say that, top of my game but you’re no play thing
These –
- are the days, are the times, this before a plural noun,
- used to indicate a [noun], as present, near, just mentioned or pointed out, supposed to be understood, or by way of emphasis
- All of that to say *waves hands around or points with palms open* Yeah
Spendthrift –
- someone who would spend $400 million (or more) on a ballroom
- especially if the building didn’t need a ballroom but you tore part of it down anyway
- And you’re not going to be living there after 2 year
Pages –
- kneel before the knight, of a magazine, a side of one of the pieces of paper in a book
- calls to a person, printed material on a bound collection of paper
- I call out to the one below me, I look for your name on this piece of paper

Refer to myself as such yet get lost within the crowd
Words on a page, hoping to convey my confusion clearly
Top of -, oh I can’t say that, top of my game but you’re no play thing
All of that to say *waves hands around or points with palms open* Yeah
And you’re not going to be living there after 2 years
I call out to the one below me, I look for your name on this piece of paper

This is for a dVerse prompt: And so for today’s MTB prompt we are taking a lyrical line and defining it word by word in an acrostic:

Choose one of these lines from that most lyrical poet, Dylan Thomas:

How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.
I write on these spindrift pages
This sandgrain day in the bent bay’s grave
Do not go gentle into that good night
Tells with silence the last light breaking

OR take a favourite line from your own poetry (and link or reference it)

Write as acrostic each word, alongside its defining characteristics – this could be any style you choose e.g. an American sentence; a haiku, a triplet etc…

Guidelines. use dictionary, thesaurus etc but loosen up the exactitude of the definition– let your imagination wander through each meaning, by word association, by sound, by interpretation, by what it means to you. or even create your own definition.

I’m not too sure how well I did with this form, and I took some liberties by adding the stanza at the end, but I hope you enjoy. 😊

Let Them

They want to come after me
Let them
They’ll see what fire brings
They’ll see what happens when my anger wins
When the control I have 
Slips the ring

They want to tear me down
Let them
They’ll see how hard of a rock I am
How hard it is to rip brick from brick
The tools they have
Aren’t fit for this

They want to cheat to win
Let them
They swear they’ll do anything
They don’t know what anything is
I’ve already done the things
They couldn’t even imagine

They want to come after me
Let them

This is for a dVerse prompt: I would like us to blend the concept of “Let Them” into a poem. I hope you enjoy! 😊