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How can I coax love from thee
Kisses and sweet words fail
Hearts and chocolate pale
To grant affection towards me
What can this affliction be
That leads to such a woeful tale
Are your feeling so frail
That yearning can not see
This was for a dVerse prompt: Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word coax. Hope you enjoy!
The bright sun arose in the morning sky
I sat in my bed and watched the clouds bloom
From the cold comfort of what was our room
The black darkness fled as the birds did fly
Rising high taking with them the night’s gloom
The sun arose upon the morning sky
I sat and watched the clouds red and orange bloom
I wonder why last night you said goodbye
My heart is dead, my chest is just a tomb
But yet, it was not a moment too soon
The bright sun arose in the morning sky
I sat in my bed and watched the clouds bloom
From the cold comfort of what was our room
This was for a dVerse prompt: … Thus we distinguish the Chaucerian Roundel from all other forms as well as from The Rondel and Rondeau. And by now you’ve guessed that our poetry today is to be written as Chaucer outlines:
Poetry Style:
Hope you enjoy!
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Here I stand
There you kneel
As if before some unholy alter
Presenting your jewels to some matron
Of holiness
Or some barren idol
To appease far off gods
Here I look
Down upon your shining face
Eyes full of hope
Towards some saving grace
Look to me to save your soul
Or banish to some torrential hell
Here I stand
At an alter
Before a priest
Or preacher, rabbi, imam
Court judge or random official
Dressed in white
Or pink, peach, cream
Next to you; vows in our hands
And hearts, throats, and bosoms
Here I look
Upon a crowd
Of familiar faces
Unknown relatives soon to be
A ring upon my finger
Put there in yesterdays
If I say yes today
Am I ready?
This is for a dVerse prompt: For today’s prompt, I’d like us to write poems about pivotal moments in our lives, where the pivot took us, and the feelings evoked by the development and how we managed all of it.
My poem is about the pivotal moment when one says yes: an engagement.
“You can’t go out like that,” yelled Rebecca from the doorway as I was heading out.
It was late fall. The air had turned crisp and the leaves began their descent to cover lawns, roadways and forest floors.
“I shalln’t be gone long.”
“Shalln’t? Going on an adventure Mr. Frodo?” she said mockingly.
I just smiled and touched the side of my nose.
It was not yesterday I learned to know the love of bare November days. Before the coming of snow and grey skies. You had to take the opportunities when you could for a walk about especially when you had advanced in age.
I met with Mildred at the corner of Bartlett Street downtown. We walked together to get pastries and hot chocolate. It was the last time we would have these walks and shared time together before the winter snows came.
This is for a dVerse prompt: Write a piece of flash fiction (NOT a poem) of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line in the order in which it has been given. You may add or change punctuation, but you may not add words in between the given ones.
The line:
“Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow”
The line made me think of endings. And I wrote this to have a complete story to contribute.
I had earlier written the piece below.
It was not yesterday I learned to know the love of bare November days. Before the coming of snow and the loss of leaves. As a child in Miami when November days could still be filled with visits to the beach and bikinis, moving to Rochester, NY was more than culture shock, it was culture electrocution. I was here to get my PhD, a piece of paper that would put MD at the end of my name. Could I be the doctor to heal my broken life? That remained to be seen. Being a single mother, a student and broke weren’t helping in the healing process but temporary pain for longer term gain was the plan. Being a parent was a bright spot. He was how I learned to love cold Rochester November days. He was able to adapt and thrive in the cold.
This idea for this writing came from parts of my past, I lived in Rochester while my mom was a student there. Though not autobiographical it does take it’s general theme from that time.
Each post is 144 words and incorporates the prompt line.
Whirly twirly little spin
Round and round it goes again
Where it stops I don’t know
Why the whirly thing goes
In the direction it does
I don’t know the reason for it’s cause
Causation situation a whirlpool of cessation
Just likes to spin
This was for a dVerse prompt – Just pen us a poem of precisely 44 words, not counting the title, and using some form of the word whirl.
It started out as a couplet then kind of spun out of control, which kind of rather fit the theme of whirl so I just went with it. 😁 Hope you enjoy!
I spoke to you with words unspoken.
You replied in tears, wet and full of meaning.
I pulled you into my arms to hold your face to my chest.
You screamed and melted into my embrace.
Our arms around each other, heartbeats separated by time & space.
I looked into your eyes and lost myself.
You looked into my heart and found your home.
I wanted you as mine.
You wanted to be wanted for who you are.
Our desire only for each other was for purely selfish reasons.
I am yours until the day you kick me out.
You are mine until the day I look beyond your face.
Ours is a love that will stand the test of time yet kneel on a random bathroom floor.
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I transform in the presence of her full moon
Howl like a wild animal
I’ll be back on my knees soon
The only thing that is sensible
Though some think it terrible
The transformed beast I become
I never worry about the thoughts of the sum
There is only one for whom I yearn
Heavenly cherubim
My moonlit angel for whom I turn
Furry little puppy dog
Frightening not in the least
Fury little puppy dog
Is a furry little beast
Passion released
Scratch behind his ears
Nothing to your fears
He’s a good boy
When his human side disappears
My big furry bundle of joy
This is for a dVerse prompt: Write a dizain poem following the structure as described [above]. You can choose any theme of your choice.
The dizain is a 10-line French poetic form, traditionally composed of a single stanza. It follows a strict rhyme scheme of ABABBCCDCD and typically uses 10 syllables per line.
I wrote two dizain poems with a theme of werewolves to round out this 2025 Halloween season. Though I did not adhere to the 10 syllables per line. Hope you enjoy!
We are the ones that dwell within. The light that shines, the spark from a grin. Here’s Johnny, all smiles and hellos. Such a cheery fellow, that’s how it goes. They’re here to be thrilled, just like last summer. We know what you did as you laughed and played. Splashed and frolicked on hot ocean days. We’re gonna need a bigger boat for all our friends to join. Help me welcome them, help me open my arms, we’re all human beings, together as one. Thrill me with your generosity, trust is a hard thing to come by these days. We all go a little mad sometimes but every dawn is a new day. So welcome to the bright days of summer camp and whatever you do, don’t fall asleep, before having some fun!
This is a prompt from dVerse: “For today’s prompt, I’d like us to throw some light on these lines and take them a different direction. I have compiled a list of some fright flick quotes below and attempted to avoid anything overly gory. Your mission is to choose one as the FIRST line of your poem.”
Not only is a horror movie line my first line there are several throughout the poem. Hope you enjoy! It’s frightening how fun it can be. hehe 😁
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The chill of my heart
Never warm nor ever warmed
Zombie love risen
Ice queen. Frozen. Dead lay. Little did they know how dead I was.
“Why are you so distant?” asks Debbie, one of the few who dares to try to get close. “I think he likes you, or maybe could like you if you’d let him.”
“Meh.”
“Don’t meh me, Shinda. I know you’re not as heartless as you appear.”
Heartless? No. I have a heart. Broken. Useless. But it is there in my chest. A lump, sitting motionless in a stagnant pond.
“I don’t think so, Deb. Besides, I’m not into him.”
“He’s the only boy you’ve said more than two words to.”
“I’ve talked to other boys.”
“To bite their heads off or cuss them out. You like him, hell you tolerate him which is even more impressive. Talk to him, have an actual conversation. Ask him to the Halloween dance.”
“Mmrr.”
“I’m going to bring him over here. Talk to him!”
Debbie made a face and pointed as she walked over to Anim. She walked back with Anim, pulling him by the hand.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey.”
“Well, I can see you two are just going to talk, talk, talk. I’m going to go,” said Debbie.
‘Talk to him’ she mimed to me as she walked away.
“Ummm,” I said.
“Yeah,” he said.
He looked around and then pulled up his shirt. There was a hole in his chest, right about where his heart would have been.
“I’m a zombie too.”
This was for a dVerse prompt: Write a Halloween Halibun. Hope you enjoy!
Sharp of tongue, sharp of teeth
Little vampiress, with a hunger big
Hungers for me; her on top, me underneath
Moans and screams like of a stuck pig
Drain me of fluid when in your mouth you suck
Be it white or red
Whether oral or penetration we fuck
My life is in yours until we’re dead
Your hunger for blood
Is your desperate need
Your body I’ll flood
We both have desires to feed
They call you blood sucker
I call you my lover
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