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Irrevocable Transformation

Humpty Dumpty’s a metaphor

 

Fallen from the wall

 

Past is gone forevermore

 

No return at all.

 

Adam and Eve’s Apple 

 

Imagined as an egg

 

Pandora’s Box, of course,

 

Works just as well.

 

I’ll see you soon.

 

Between now and then

 

Think of some more.

 

 

It’s time yet again for DVerse Poets Pub

 

Today’s Quadrille #53 is a 44~word poem, written by each of us, including the word “egg”.  Kim is our Fearless Leader.

 

 

 

 

 

Annunci

Truth or Fiction

Are you well? 

Lovely to see you.

O kind sir

Have some tea.

Perhaps you’re a figment of

Imagination.

 

For the latest DVersepoets

 

we’re asked to write in a style of poetry, 

supposedly Spanish, known as Shadorma

 

Role Models

John, Paul, George, and Ringo,                                                                                                       

 And St. Gabriel Possenti 

.                                                                                           .                                                                  I’ve read biographies of them                                                                                            And they’ve come to life in front of me.

 

Role models are often like that,

 

Prone toward transcending time and space.

 

Those who appear to be mere names and faces

 

Often tend to be the trickiest that way.

 

Yet again I’ve made an attempt at DVerse Poets Pub

 

Today’s poem is about Heroes, Super Heroes, Super Powers, etc.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                                     

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Point Of No Return

O have you imbibed of the Pierian Spring?

 

O are you prepared to dwell

Where knowledge unbridled must soon take its toll

 

And where chaos can take you pell mell?                                                                                    We haven’t a moment to waste.                                                                                                       Take a taste of the Fires of Hell.

 

To me chagrin I haven’t tried to write for the  Dverse Poets Pub

in the past quite a while.  It’s Quadrille Monday so I’ve taken a chance on a poem of exactly 44 words~not counting the title~using one word provided. This week’s word is “Fire.”

let the sun shine let the sun shine in

Is springtime at last approaching?

My hitherto forced grins

Are becoming more spontaneous.

Now I can come out

Of my shell again

And face the world.

Not cut out for winter,

I fall in love

With each vernal outburst.

 I wish it were permanent.

Join us for quadrilles in  dverse   forty.four.word poetry.

 

the good life

I thought my life would be like  cartoon talk or a piece of gum,

Ever ready to be contained within,  or to produce, a bubble.

I soon shall figure out a way to make it so.

         I sha’n’t relax until I see that day.

 

Time for the third quadrille where De wants us to bubble with 44.word poetry at

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