Bright lights, pretty costumes Dancers in a parade
I can’t help but think of her Dark skin, bright smile Hips that swayed and told lies
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You can’t shout over the music Loud rhythms and pounding beats I didn’t catch your name … or eye
Too many drinks With umbrellas
Can’t catch my lonely tears
This poem was from a prompt from dVerse: Write a cherita in either 1-2-3 form or 3-2-1 form OR write a double cherita where the second part mirrors the first: 1-2-3 then 3-2-1, as we did for Laura’s prompt.
My inspiration was Toronto’s Caribbean Carnival or Caribana as it used to be called. It’s a big summer festival here that is pretty well known. I’ve never been funny enough.
My favorite poem whispers through the leaves Filtered like sunlight dappled upon the trail Breadcrumbs along the pathway Temptation for the tired soul “Walk these trodden footsteps Here among the trees”
I walk here in the midst of green and brown Breathing in the scent of recycled carbon dioxide Life springs all around Yet death too lays beneath my feet Summer soil to feed spring’s grown seed Yet no burden does weigh my shoulders down
I step between the trunks of rings Time’s passage counted in circles Yesterday’s storms are not my present worry Tomorrow’s rainbows are not yet circles complete I walk beneath the branches that grow from stem and root Home of the bird as it sings
I gave my burden to the trees Fed their roots as I shuffled my feet Walked alone In my silent therapy Breathing in Breathing out Letting my problems and worries Fall like the leaves
This poem is from a prompt from dVerse: Write a poem that either mentions the woods/forest, is set in a woods, or is motivated by one of the three images above.
It made me immediately think of the first poem which I had written quite a while ago. One of my favorites. Then I decided to use that as inspiration for the new poem. And that is what you have before you now. I hope you enjoy!
I love you simply Without adornment or pretense Created by life’s randomness Deep, lasting and intense Content in our present tense Unbothered by future tests Our love will stand time’s decay Eternity and infinity our love; living space
Create in you my new heart Understanding and compassion Seeking, trusting even when apart Jealous attraction’s destruction Clear eyed gazes look to horizon Day’s end or evening’s begin All the time between our affection.
I love you in the simplest of ways A smile, a wave Good morning, my love, good night to the same A door held open, a heart held true Gestures small, nothing grand Just your hand in my hand Waking to see you, going to bed the same The only name these lips touch
Simple love Simply true Three simple words I love you I love you, simply.
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Gold, breaded sticks For a compliment Of men Fry Pole food filet Eggs, eyes, Smells to me Swim with Flying hook School of knife Trip rod tank Out of water Babble cat, dog puffer Clown, spear, devil Plenty in the sea And chips Fish
This is from a dVerse prompt: Pen a poem of any style with exactly 44 words, not including the title. It must contain a given word within the body of the poem. The word is Fish.
My quadrille is all fish words or phrases without the fish. Hope you enjoy! 🐠
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The days are for celebration But for those who are sad It sucks
Wondrous nights of jubilation Or thoughts of times we had Redux
This is from a dVerse prompt: Emily Romano’s Memento poetry style: the syllable count should be 8 beats for line one; 6 beats for line two; and two beats for line three. This is repeated twice for each stanza. The rhyme scheme is: a/b/c/a/b/c for each of the two stanzas. Poetry Theme: a holiday or an anniversary (formal or informal)
I don’t like chocolate Yes, it is so I do like caramel But that’s neither here nor there The two pair so well But I don’t like chocolate Rich, deep chocolate Blech I will eat milk chocolate But not too much
If the chocolate has that waxy taste Almost fake Like it was made in a factory And they were running low on coco Add extra milk, maybe some sugar too That I will have But it needs something else Like caramel (I did say I like caramel) Or maybe some crisped rice (Who thought of crisped puff rice? I can imagine some ancient Asian rolling in their grave) But not nuts
I don’t like nuts I don’t like chocolate I don’t like nuts in chocolate You ruined my peanut butter! You ruined my chocolate! I’m fine btw, thanks
I do have a sweet tooth Teeth some might say But it’s cake over candy Ice cream is A - OK So a list of candies though it may be sweet As a poem for me Is just a treat
Twix, yes But Snickers, no Good & Plenty I’ll have a go Red Hots too spicy Skittles will do nicely Sweetarts, are sweet hearts Payday is a no though Whatchamacallit, yeah, that I’ll hit Sugar babies are the bomb Oh Henry is an enemy Though in a pinch, it sounds bizarre I’ll have a Three Musketeers bar.
This was for a dVerse prompt: Write a poem that includes at least one of the names of a candy listed above. You can delete the word “bars” from the candy name, but you can not change the order of the words in the name or add any words between the words in the name.
This is a longer piece and one where I’ve put more of me into it, unlike most of my poems. I didn’t want to do just a rambling off of the candies listed but did want to use more than a couple in some way. This is what I came up with. Something a bit more poetic looking morphing into the candy rhyming scheme at the end. Hope it worked and you enjoyed!
“Join us,” motioned the emperor towards the empty chair.
The double meaning was not lost on me, though it may not have been the intent. Here I was among the foulest of humanity. Truly depraved individuals, narcissists most, psychopaths the lot. Join them. Join in the mayhem, the indifference, the debauchery. It would be so easy.
I sat at the table.
“You’ve impressed me. Rarely have I seen such self control while in the midst of committing such … acts,” said Rinald. A sly, lecherous smile crawled across his lips.
“You impress too easily m’lord,” I said, barely above a snarl.
The bum across from him guffawed, nearly falling out of his chair.
“You take liberties.”
“I take what I want.”
I would have learnt to love black days like bright ones had I stayed. Luckily I had a prior appointment. Girl’s night out.
This is a Prosery prompt from dVerse: Write a piece of flash fiction 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 given line was: “I would have learnt to love black days like bright ones.” a line from ‘Dark August’, a poem by Derek Walcott.
A division of parallel opinion, Set up for mutual division, One on both sides of the issue. We have everything to cling to.
We believe what is true, Our truths split at the fork. A road we never shared. Who are we to question? We walk along, alone.
I see you there, Do you see me? Is that a fog around your eyes Or is that a storm clouding mine?
Reach to me, I stretch out my hand. Fingers brush, ideas skim and graze Points of view and angles skew. What weird exchange is this?
I see you and your point of view. Seeing you, see me too. Coincidence or confidence, As if by chance, This dichotomy is now symphony Something we both see, A partnership and a dance.
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Mirror reflection Ignore time’s character lines My own lies flatter ** Empty bedroom piece Bathroom furniture with sink Wash my hands of you ** You think this is you Everything all about you Maybe you are right
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