small bruised hands puppetmastermakes them jumpwith greedthey understandthe code, the costgrift-gained wealthjumping throughpublic hoopsof humiliationwooden facespainted with liesdeny deny denysoulless brokerdirty danceswith flaccid shillsbody countof dead &/or terrorizedcontinues to rise Note from the website I nabbed the image from: Paul Klee (1879-1940), aka ‘Buddha of the Bauhaus’, made eight glove puppets for his son Felix’s ninth birthday…
Category: quadrille
dVerse Q251 — Bonfire
Bonfire Marshmallows,puffed up squishy gangs,want to stay that way; But as is in the way of things,their pasty conglomerationis not to remain. Skewer-stabbed, one by one,soft white skin chars,blackened and crisped,force compressionedbetween chocolateand grahaminto goo. I am today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday, where we are to write a 44-word poem using some form of…
dVerse Q249 — Living History
Living HistoryRemember whenyou put the hornto your ear;attached to a cordthat attached toa cabinet?Remember crankinga handle to reachan operator;where you talkedthrough a tubein the front?If you remember,you may consideryourself vintage also. I am today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday, where I ask you to write a 44-word poem using the word horn or some derivation…
dVerse Q245 — Tinkling Dem Bones
Tinkling Dem Bones Bones – frames creak aboutwithin, without house, clothedwith flesh, upholstery; bareearly Spring trees. Rattled in closets; as unwaxedboards that squeak beneath. You feel it in them.You shake them in Octoberand in Friday craps. They dance us silly human cartoons. De (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De wants…
dVerse Q244 Silence
cadaver tomb SilenceSilence …. … … … …… … … … … … … …… … … …… … … …… … … … … … … …… … … …… … … ….. .. .. .. is death. Lillian is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Lillian would like us to write a 44-word…
dVerse Q243 — Be a Bird
Be a Bird Be a bird,hued or drab,warbling or silent,wafting or waddling,building or nesting,migrating or staying put,preening or molting,hunting or pecking,diving or swimming,lightbound or darkbound,predator or prey,hopping or dancingearth, sky, sea;choosing whereverfree be. De (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De wants us to write a 44-word poem using the word bird.
dVerse Q242 — My Middle Name
“Wild Head” My Middle Name Jones is my wildling……….middle name.Born ravenous……………..under howling moonChronic condition…………..that won’t be tamedDrive for satisfaction, source of bleeding shameHungry for nouns, verbs, superlative adjectives,where moderation…………..is a dirty word.I’m outside of a world………that demands control. I am today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille…
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