still fight despitea world of tearsstill fightinvest in lightdetach from fearsdespitehuman tends to frightof looking into mirrorsstill fightsoul’s blightagainst vampyrsdespitedearth of brightheart bruised by cavalierstill fightwith grace-infused mightwith faith in mercy’s seerdespitestill fight I loosely modeled this after Henley’s poem, “Invictus.” Also Maya Angelou’s, “Still I Rise.” Villanelle form Dora is today’s host of dVerse’…
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Sunflower Tanka Journal Issue 1 is out! and dVerse OLN375 — A Granddaughter’s Smile
I have some poems in this journal. Quality poeming will be found within. If you’re looking for a gift for a poem lover, this is the one to buy. amazon LINK to purchase in digital and paperback formats. Here is one I submitted that didn’t make the cut: A Granddaughter’s SmileEvery Tuesday, I drive to…
dVerse Q214 — Buffet
BuffettOur first date:you, egg foo yung;I, bang bang shrimp.Our palates different,yet we merried well.We bathed in bananasplits; yet can lifebe one big dessert?We buffeted until best used by; nothingleft but the tumsand some toothpicks. Punam is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Punam would like us to write a 44-word poem using the word, bang.
dVerse — MTB/Form — Earth Trees Weep
Earth Trees Weep twoblue sprucetrees planted in their front yardintended **l i v i n g**s e a s o n a l celebrantsover decades; but things change** rumbles an avalanche of tears **grands pass, one by one, as house crumbles;gone, beyond care, when thieves steal in, axe themCiel’s treesshine bright (ciel = sky/heaven)…
dVerse — Poetics — American Family Story
Learn more about “The Bunkers’ Chairs” (I flipped the image to show how they were set up on the show) here. “Ah chee!” “Dingbat!” “Meathead!” “Baby Girl” “Daddy!” Archie and Edith’s chairs are on exhibit in The Smithsonian. A pudgy little man with the tongue of a white deviland a teeny weeny little weenie….
dVerse — Prosery — Eclipse
You drew stars around my scars–from Taylor Swift’s song, “Cardigan,”taken from her record Folklore. Eclipse Bionauts, our filaments had been floating in cosmoplasm through innumerable incarnations. When the threads of our irredeemable ills intersected, they caught and twisted together, anchoring each other. Agog and giddy, the blossom of grace bloomed in a garden of gratitude….
dVerse Poetics Tuesday — Niched
NichedAs meat puppets deteriorate towhere the end is nigh, we fly.Cyber-medical upload centerssiphon us while electric sparksstill crackle, into titanium-glassflash drives. Tiny-coffined, ourfamily pods shell out for one dayof resurrection each year.Fearful and careless call it zombie palacea place where dusteds attend year-round;for each, an annual androidal dance.Columbarium ash plants our treesalong sweeping forest hills,…
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