The Carter Family Gatherers and Transmitters Jimmie Rodgers Broadcasting Seeds Bill Monroe Father of Bluegrass Minnie Pearl “Howdy!” Millionairess Hank Williams Troubadour of Broken Hearts Ray Charles The Genius morphed country to soul Patsy Cline Queen who hopped country to pop Brenda Lee Rockabilly, Pop, and country darlin’ Charlie Pride Resonant-Voiced Star who shocked the…
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dVerse — quadrille #98 — Trauma’s Onion
Trauma, immortally peeling onion of layered human celluloid misery. Re-runs’ battleground images lose their vividness with each viewing. Marinated liver reeks on my onion skin tempting black eagles’ taloned mandate. Angels with light arrows circle, faces outward, protecting my soul – healing thicker pink. Mish is today’s for dVerse. Mish says: Today…
dVerse — Paeonia
Born deep Root of roots Snuggling close Waiting for warm, until My green and purple spears Pierce the sky Lanky legs Ferny arms Swelling buds Hot June’s charms Fill me to bursting Blossoming joy Taste my ginger crack pollen! All hit my pipe Humming and staggering Donating parts to Boardrooms And hospital vases Painters love…
dVerse — Prosery 10 — Between heartbeats
Harvey pulled starlets into his sphere, sure it was his irresistible sex appeal. Starlets knew that Harvey was the film industry power player who could rocket them into cinematic top billing orbit. What starlets didn’t know about Harvey was that his lure was more like a glue trap. Once the hotel room door closed, orifices…
#Haikai Challenge #126 (2/15/20): returning cold (saekaeru) and dVerse’ OLN
Afterthaw’s blizzard Chills water to ice, mid-drip – Bird’s baths must wait. ~ Clear path turns long trudge To mailbox. Warm weather left No return address. ~ Cardinal feathers From slick shiny to puffed warmth — Cold’s return fashion. ~ Weatherbug’s re-freeze Tells crocus and snowdrops: “Sleep on for awhile.” ~ Midwinter light grows Temperatures…
dVerse MTB — evil in waiting
It was a regular Saturday morning for the junior bowling league, where my 10 year old son’s and other teams rolled, which took up many of the 50 lanes at the alley, but not all; there was open bowling, where looking around I saw a white man in his 30s or older with a young…
dVerse — Black History Month — My Name is …….
image link I chose Maya Angelou’s (profound) poem to pull inspiration from: Harlem Hopscotch By Maya Angelou One foot down, then hop! It’s hot. Good things for the ones that’s got. Another jump, now to the left. Everybody for hisself. In the air, now both feet down. Since you black, don’t stick around. Food is…
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