Glenn Buttkus Punched with Buk, their ringed dings of words’ sooty-belled truth a-pealed to ears that could absorb them; both undefeated. Pulled us in; cinemagenic serial called, “Blackthorne”: Buck, Johnny, … and Salina. He served his justice. Shared his life: his world as orphan, as soldier, as actor, yet first always as teacher, selflessly giving….
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2nd one — dVerse — MTB/Forms — A Man Called Ay Eye (Limerick)
A Man Called Ay Eye (Limerick) by Anonymous There once was a man who liked creating. He thought it was quite invigorating. It was rather law, But not very ahh, He couldn’t resist alienating. Thanks to Datamuse, whose word engine was used to complete the poem. Created on 23rd February 2023. Auto Praise for A…
dVerse — MTB — AI am a poet and artist.
The sky of the morning was painted a brilliant shade of blue, with clouds like heavenly floating islands of white, and the sun glistening through like a beacon of hope. A dove flew across the ethereal scene, its wings flapping softly and creating ripples in the tranquil air. From the distant hillside came a chorus…
dVerse Q170 (2nd one) — Datura’s Symphony
Datura, pale, mute blossom, listens inthe cold, dark purple night, as the moon stays a lost prisoner in towered clouds.She eschews silence; instead yearnsfor dreamed notes in her stone cavern: lost music’s echoed strains of moaned liquid silk and vermillion-scented sins. 2nd on for Linda’s dVerse prompt of “music” for a quadrille
dVerse Q170 — Song of Spring
Music me with season’snotes, cast bright light streams that alchemize dark, dispel; bringing not leaves butarrivals, fresh green sprung. Butter dandelion mop tops ascend as first bee manna;crocus buds bowl to striped lilac, thawed humus notes tickle my pinked ivory nose. Linda Lee Lyberg is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Linda says:write a…
dVerse — Prosery — Empty Promise
This year’s a different thing, – I’ll not think of you. — Charlotte Mew, from “I so liked spring” Five years ago: “I swear, they wait until I fall asleep to come in and do their pusher, scavenger, and vampire duties,” you whisper from the rumpled bed. The dark circles under your eyes match the…
dVerse MTB — A City Gutted By War (2nd one)
Lost in War represented in all that rubble the only frontier you have left in tones alternately pleading and hostile laws condemn us to boredom as if the only hope of compensation lay in what was property-lined and speed-limited and zoned scorched and smashed remnants of the past the county letterhead warning them the happiest…
