Category: Love

Made With Love

Made With Love

I pull the faded recipe card
from the tin stored in
its usual place in the pantry 
It is old now and dog-eared
The handwritten words
Faded over time 
No need to read it
Having made this twice a year
Every year since forever
Over time adjustments made
A little more of this
And maybe a little less of that
Sensing the amounts
without measure needed
Layers of love and
the essence of you
folded in and stirred
The smell of it cooking
and the taste evoking
precious memories
of years gone by
Lovingly made for you
This became your favorite dish
from a little boy to a grown man
Even when you moved away
with your family for seven years
you would ask me
to make it and bring it to you
for the holidays
It is food comforting the both of us


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Sarah from Sarahsouthwest hosted Tuesday Poetics at D'Verse Poets
and has prompted us with 'Food'

Word Prompt Essence - FOWC

An Amuse Bouche

An Amuse Bouche

Come flirt with me
So we might spread
Our wings and fly
To exotic places calling

Come and kiss me gently
Your lips I want to taste
An amuse bouche
To tease me playfully

and whet my appetite
for what is yet to come


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De Jackson, aka Whimsy Gizmo, is hosting Monday Quadrille
at D'Verse Poets.  She has prompted us with any form of the
word muse or amuse etc.

A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title

Blessed is the Free Spirit – A Kwansaba

Blessed is the Free Spirit

My only son stands tall and strong
and more like me than I know
Working hard for his own self esteem
The wealth of love’s labors is shared
I cherish his first gift to me
Furry rabbit’s foot that still brings luck
A little gypsy in his old soul


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Grace is hosting the final D'Verse Poets for this year.
The pub will reopen on January 3rd.
She has prompted us with the Kwansaba.

Kwansaba is an African American verse form of praise. The Kwansaba, (swahili kwan – first fruit / saba -principle) was created in 1995 by Eugene B Redmond, East St. Louis Poet Laureate and professor of English at Southern Illinois University-East St. Louis. The form was developed in honor of the celebration of Kwanzaa . The poetic form adopts the number 7 from Kwanzaa’s Nguzo Saba (7 principles) as well as embraces its roots in the South African tradition of the Praise Poem.

*Unity, family
*Self Determination
*Work Collectively
*Cooperative economics
*Purpose
*Creativity
*Faith

The defining features of Kwansaba are:

1.a celebration of family and African-American culture, a praise poem.
2.a septastich, a poem in 7 lines.  (To be clear, it is only 1 stanza).
3. measured by 7 words in each line.
4. written with no word exceeding 7 letters.

True Love – A Cadralor

True Love

Shivering, the young woman stepped outside
pulling on the toggle of her duffle coat
shielding herself from the blistering wind
Just after five and darkness had already fallen
as she headed west on the tree-lined avenue

An old man sat quietly in the corner of the café
Staring into his bottomless cup of coffee
Ignoring hunger pains, twiddling with the
hole in the left finger of his old gloves
His head filled with memories suppressed

An elegant woman sat upright with a fixed smile
He, a puffed up blowhard, at the microphone
Commanding attention with his loud voice
and phony diatribe as kiss-asses drooled
Her body ached and her mind lived in the past

A lifetime ago two kids had clung to each other
Inseparable, joined at the hip, in love
She from the house on the hill, privileged
He from the other side of the railroad tracks
His intellect and her beauty, a winning combo

The young woman saw him in the cafe, head lowered
It had been a long time passing before her call to him
Entering he looked up at her, eyes clouded, and she went to him
Her father embraced her and she clung to him tightly
He needed to know his one true love was dying


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Bjorn is hosting D'Verse Poets and has prompted us with a form
called Cadralor.
The cadralor is a poem of 5, unrelated, numbered stanzaic images, each of which can stand alone as a poem, is fewer than 10 lines, and ideally constrains all stanzas to the same number of lines. Imagery is crucial to cadralore: each stanza should be a whole, imagist poem, almost like a scene from a film, or a photograph. The fifth stanza acts as the crucible, alchemically pulling the unrelated stanzas together into a love poem. By “love poem,” we mean that your fifth stanza illuminates a gleaming thread that runs obliquely through the unrelated stanzas and answers the compelling question: “For what do you yearn?”

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Forbidden Fruit

Forbidden Fruit

Beneath the ruby glow of soft skin
Flesh golden and sweet
Awakening the buds
of taste, each bite tantalizing
Stirring memories of heady nights
Sipping Mango martinis in moonlight
Feeding the other with fruit erotica
Drowning in each others eyes
and moving to love’s music
Insatiable for an exotic experience
Souvenirs from another time


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Mish is hosting D’Verse Poets tonight and has
Asked us to think about fruit.  We can write about
fruit itself or perhaps a memory in evokes.

Poem for a Pup

Poem for a Pup

Puppy doodle doo
Give me back that shoe
It’s not your doggie plaything

But you look at me
With eyes that see
Deep into my everything

How can I be angry
You are likely hungry
And it’s your way of pleading

Your actions do say
"Mama I want to play
This is something I’m needing"

Let’s go on a jaunt
Whatever you want
I’ll always be here for you

Fetch me that ball
I will give you my all
You’re my puppy doodle doo


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Ingrid is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us with Oral Poetry.
Begin to compose a poem without putting pen to paper: you can say the words in your head, or repeat them out loud. Record them, if you wish, as an aid to memory. Try to complete the poem as far as possible without writing it down. Think about the devices discussed above: regular rhythms, repeated phrases or ‘motifs’, alliteration and rhyme schemes – anything to aid the memory and help the words to flow. Alternatively, why not compose a stream-of-consciousness poem orally, recording the words as they come to you?
There are no strict rules here, but do try to compose at least some of the poem without writing it down immediately, perhaps stanza by stanza. Once you have written it down, read it aloud to yourself, and think about any improvements you could make: a kind of oral editing process.

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Enigma – An Acrostic Plus poem

Enigma

You were awkward from the first conversation
Opinionated and judgmental
Understanding nothing of what I said

Arranged to meet with many
Reservations, but was intrigued
Even bought a new dress

And who would have believed it?
No overstated opinions or arrogance 

I cannot even remember what I ate

We talked and laughed until dawn
Having sipped on many a martini

We both had difficulty leaving
And clung to each other, what was the harm?
Sprinkled in fairy dust we floated in a fantasia


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Lillian is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us
with a puzzle and acrostic poetry.  the first letter of each line
spells out a word and if you write an acrostic plus poem the last
letter of each line is the resulting word that brings it together.
I hope mine makes sense to you ☺️


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Stolen – A Quadrille

Stolen

One day when I was not looking
it went missing
I always held it close
Protected it, guarded it
with care and attention
but then in a beat
it was gone
Taken from its hiding place
and without my knowledge
You stole my heart


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De Jackson (aka Whimsy Gizmo) is hosting Monday Quadrille
at D'Verse Poets.  She has prompted us the the word 'Heart'

A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title

Photo by Belinda Fewings on Unsplash

Imperfect Pair

Imperfect Pair

In the beginning
with love’s first blush
of giddy heartbeat
and butterfly stomach,
words full of shyness
and best behavior
are shared
No one else exists
In this euphoria-filled
magic kingdom for two
A single moment apart
Could send one
or the other reeling
into a cloud of self-doubt 
and suspicion
Is it really love you feel
or just infatuation?
You know that
without the other,
unbearable as it may seem,
absence makes
the heart grow fonder
and love grows
But when pixie dust settles
and the gilded rose fades
familiarity becomes
contemptuous
Separations inevitable
and wished for
More frequent and preferred
Talk is straight and deflowered
and before you can say
What happened?
It is out of sight and
out of mind


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Merril is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and she has prompted
us with 'Proverbs'. She points out that many are contradictory,
when you think about it.  We are to choose one or two and write
a poem using one or both.

My choices were:
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Out of sight, out of mind

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Wishing on Stars

Wishing on Stars

Thoughts are sent up in the air
with hopes they will reach you
as we stare at the same moon
Letting the thousands of miles between us
shrink into meaninglessness


But endless days stretch 
into future loneliness 
and I find myself wishing
to be gifted patience
to understand that this is not forever


Feeling incomplete as if
a limb has been removed
and without which I cannot function
Some days I walk with a limp 
Others I feel incapacitated 


I wish upon night stars for your return
That I might be whole again




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