Troll – Quadrille

 

Though ugly, colorful, tiny with spikey hair
To the little ones they bring no fear

Scattered over the living room floor
As Satuday cartoons invade my snores

In stumle from slumber my feet pay a toll
I’m face to face with those creepy trolls

Pat R

3/25/19

For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt is “Troll” for a quadrille..a 44 word poem invented by the members of dVerse Poets Pub. Drop in and have a read or join in. This prompt took me back to when my living roon was a huge play room, day in and day out.

Juke Box Quadrille

Hellish day ends. At the neighborhood haunt, friends are there, relaxing –
The juke box’s playing Nina Simone’s classic
…”spell on you”…
Raphael and Arabella are
dancing in a lazy sway, like strands on a
willow tree – for now.
Theirs – a throw down, dirty love!
Pat R

8/14/18

For dVerse Poets Pub where the host asks us to use the word “Box” in a quadrille, a 44 word poem invented by dVerse Poets Pub.

Quadrille #62 – Thinkin’ Inside the Box 

Brevity

Photo taken off the pier in my neighbor this evening

 

clouds

in picturesque

evening sky

playing with the sun

Pat R

2/15/18

For Dverse Poets Pub where the theme is “Brevity” – no more than 5 lines.

Christmas Spirit

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After welcoming the first fluffy snow
The spirit of Christmas has got me in its throes
I dig up the lights, put up the tree
wrapped gifts are out for all to see
Then I go through the vinyls,
to find the ones with the carols
Side tracked with Sinatra, Dean, Nat Cole
Threw on some Miles and Coletrane too
Before I knew it I’m rummaging through time
But then, all in all, it was a good night

Pat R

12/14/17

Monsters

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Over at dVerse Poets, Björn is talking monsters. We should come up with a poem with voice of the monster that scare us the most.

In my case, I can’t put a name on it because:-

I don’t believe in monsters
Never did
I don’t watch scary movies
Never did
They seep into my consciousness
Always did
They run around in my dreams
The monsters do
I don’t believe in monsters
Never did?

Pat R

11/01/17

 

My Frazzled Heart

A challenge from Victoria over at dVerse is to write an erasure poem this is a form of poetry created by erasing words from an existing text in prose or verse and framing the result on the page as a poem.
Here is my attempt.

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give me back my heart
and take the rest
before I go
those wild eyes
never speak so well
woe, woe
I am gone
I cease to love thee

Pat R

10/27/17

……………

This is where it came from and the link:

Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Give, O, give me back my heart!
Or, since that has left my breast,
Keep it now, and take the rest!
Hear my vow before I go,
Zóë mou, sas ágapo
(My life, I love thee)

By those tresses unconfined,
Wooed by each Ægean wind;
By those lids whose jetty fringe
Kiss thy soft cheeks’ blooming tinge;
By those wild eyes like the roe,
Zóë mou, sas ágapo
(My life, I love thee)

By that lip I long to taste;
By that zone-encircled waist;
By all the token-flowers that tell tell
What words can never speak so well;
By love’s alternate joy and woe, woe,
Zóë mou, sas ágapo
(My life, I love thee)

Maid of Athens! I am gone:
Think of me, sweet! when alone.
Though I fly to Istambol,
Athens holds my heart and soul:
Can I cease to love thee? No! No!
Zóë mou, sas ágapo
(My life, I love thee)

By Lord Byron

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