I dreamed you, sinews stretched beneath silky fur, leading me, jumping, lean muscles rippling, towards the jungle. Today’s poem is in shadorma form. Paula Light is the host of Thursday Inspiration. Paula says: This week’s theme is jump and the picture is [above.] Here is the song snippet from “Jump” recorded by the…
Category: dverse
dVerse — Shhhh! — Seven Secrets
Seven Secrets Delicious assignations, tantalizing tawdriness Betrayal, concealment, smoldering silence Midnight raids, candy corn amongst socks Headlights off, on to 7-11; gobbling, puking Under the table trading, permits to polluters Cayman billions, rotting soldiers in trenches Fat feet propped on desks, unoiled machines Undotted “I”s, forgotten “T”s Unseen bruises, battered worth, stalking Passive-aggressive pot shots,…
dVerse — prosery 9 — The Rock cries out…
The Rock, a.k.a. Dwayne Johnson was there when professional wrestling went from two chubby, hairy guys wearing unitards to tanned muscular bodies wearing glittery spandex. From 1996-2004, Dwayne glammed and glitzed the crowds with his magnificent form, his skilled moves, and his charisma — before leaving for Hollywood. WWE languished without its star and Johnson…
dVerse — soliloquy — view from the trail
Situation: In a small group discussion last night, we compared Judas to The Prodigal Son as far as regret, attitude, behavior, motivation; during the discussion a disagreement arose. One camp felt that, even though Jesus knew he was going to be betrayed and said as much to Judas, “Do what you have to do.,” Judas…
dVerse — last lines — Chuck Palahniuk
Molar encasing hollow filled deadly cyanide, no longer of purpose for this agent.Begins here new life of operative me. –from Pygmy And maybe knowing isn’t the point. Where we’re standing right now, in the ruins in the dark, what we build could be anything. –from Choke Metaphysical coordinates exes and whys in tic-tac-toe…
dVerse — quadrille #94 — Mercy
Mercy I see her. If hawks could roar, her voice would echo off the silent trees. Instead redtail’s plaintive cries enter my ears without fanfare Even cardinals and doves congregated at the feeder Pay no mind to her whine. Dove’s demise comes mid contented coo. WhimsyGizmo (aka De Jackson) is today’s host of dVerse. De…
#MM — Saturday Mix – Rhyme Time — The queen of neither here nor there
“The angel of the birds” by Franz Dvorak (1862-1927) It happened once I don’t know where Perhaps a dream I know ’twas fair About an heir who played in air Around her flew two doves, a pair At night they slept in a tree, a pear With moonlight blankets of silver flair Morning flood sunlight…
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