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Hard Work

Hard Work

It stings, cuts, snipes and slashes
Pounds the brain
Twisting stomachs
In an intricate macramé of knotted concern
Takes breath from bodies
Blinds eyes
Bruises souls
It expands the heart
And it also breaks it

Love

The most arduous, gut-wrenching
Piece of work

Ever!


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Lisa from Tao Talk is hosting Monday Quadrille at D’Verse tonight. Today is
Labor Day in the US and she has promoted us with the word ‘Work’

D.I.V.O.R.C.E – Poem of the Month – August 2022

D.I.V.O.R.C.E

I stare at the paper
The type as black
as my heart
Bold as my actions
I see my name and your name
but my eyes refuse to go further
The rest is a blurred mangle
of words and emotions
that delivered this decree


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De Jackson is hosting Monday Quadrille at D’Verse Poets
and she has prompted us with the word ‘Type’
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title

Stolen Moments – A Quadrille

Stolen Moments

Today I stole precious moments
Sitting for half hour
Choosing to defy summer heat
Longing for sun’s warmth
And the scent of summer flowers
I browse the book on my lap
that tells me to take time
and smell the roses

… so I did


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Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting Monday Quadrille at D’Verse Poets
and has prompted us to use the word ’Browse’

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

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Dancing on Paper – A Quadrille

Dancing on Paper

Eyes closed, my mind wanders
I summon my muse
who takes me through fields
of gold in late summer
Thoughts come quickly,
conjuring the words I need
they spill easily from my mind
My pen pirouettes
across the paper
and my poem is born



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De Jackson is hosting Monday Quadrille at D’Verse and
has prompted us with the word “Paper”

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

Salt In The Wound – A Quadrille

Salt In The Wound

Fool me once
as the saying goes
shame on you
Fool me twice
then shame on me

What is this force
that pulls me to you
and I go willingly
without resistance
Defying sanity

When do I stop
Sprinkling salt
in my own wounds?



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De Jackson is out host at D'Verse tonight for Monday Quadrille.
The prompt for tonight is "Salt"  

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

Crowning Glory – A Quadrille

Crowning Glory

The man who would be king
rules in his own limited mind
Throwing money to those
who will acquiesce to his demands
and laugh at his repetitive,
unfunny jokes
Responding positively
to his constant need
for admiration
Kissing the ring
of the self-crowned monarch


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De Jackson from Whimsy Gizmo is hosting Monday Quadrille at
D'Verse Poets and she has prompted us with the word Crown.

A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title, and tonight
it must include the word 'crown'.

Photo - Pixabay

All’s Fair In Love And War – A Quadrille

All’s Fair In Love And War

It is fair to say
that you
have let me down

In all fairness 
I ask you honestly
through a frown

I’m not your
fair weather friend
Easy come, easy go

I deserve better
Fair’s fair I think
So away from you I grow


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Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets.
Her prompt tonight is the word 'Fair'

A Quadrille is a poem of 44 words excluding the title

Photo - Pixabay

Butterflies – A Quadrille

Butterflies

Ugliness lives
in an anger-filled world
careening out of control
Violence and hatred rule
in the name of rights
minus responsibilities

Butterflies live
and flutter in silence
The delicate beauty
of the moment
touching senses
with colorful vision
and gentleness

Imagination captured
Escape secured


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Lillian is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets
She has prompted us with the word "Careen"

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

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Drink The Water – A Quadrille

Drink The Water

I heard the calling and came to you
Knowing it was where I was meant to be
Strange, unsettling, wanting to adapt
I listened to your words and I drank in
your water, deep into my being
until it stoned me to my soul


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De Jackson is hosting D'Verse Poets Monday Quadrille she and has prompted us with the word 'Stone'. I immediately thought of one of my favorite Van Morrison songs "And It Stoned Me" from his Moondance album.  It inspired my quadrille.

The song is about an experience Morrison had when he was 12 years old. After a day of fishing outside a village named Ballystockart in his native Ireland, Morrison and his friends stopped in one of the village's houses, where they saw an old man sitting inside. In Steven Turner's Van Morrison: Too Late to Stop Now, Morrison describes him as "dark weather-beaten."

Morrison and his friends asked the man for water, and he gave them some he'd gotten from a nearby stream. As Morrison drank the stream water he slipped into mystical experience. "Time stood still," he says in Too Late to Stop Now. "For five minutes everything was really quiet and I was in this other dimension. "That's what the song is about."

Courtesy of Songfacts

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

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