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Hello dear poets, tonight we have no prompt, but I will be here and tidy up a bit. In the mean time we have a little happy hour, and it would be nice with some chats.
But first of all a few announcements: We remain closed until July 18, and it’s a good time to recharge a bit. Personally I will catch up a bit on reading books a bit. I will probably write a bit too, but not too much. After all the weather is most welcoming this time of year.
When we return though, it’s time to celebrate, imagine that dVerse is celebrating 5 years since it opened, and this year we have prepared something special. Be prepared for 5 days of prompts, and for 5 days looking back. Hope you feel ready for a full week of poetry and remembrance.
I thought that we should play a little game tonight as there is no prompt. Playing with tweetsize poem (maximum 140 characters). Add yours in a comment field either in response to my small poem below or just do your own.
I met the moon shopping
for skincare products
in our local drugstore
& wondered if her paleness
was from lotion or
a drunken binge
dVerse 
Good evening… I’m here to serve you drink and some short poems if you give me yours… soon we have July here.
Here’s my micro poem of the day:
Person of Interest aside,
I’m convinced computers
aren’t smart enough
to take over the world
Though they may
drive us all quite mad
Robotic voices
is far
from poetry
but they keep trying
Too late; already mad, mad, mad! 🙂
Wish they hadn’t wiped out John! But glad Harold and Grace reconnected.
So glad someone got that reference!
Haven’t a clue – clue me in? I hate to miss an allusion 🙂
“Person of Interest” is a tv show about a guy who invented an artificial intelligence called “The Machine” that tries to help prevent crimes, and his invention is used by someone else to create another AI called “Samaritan” that isn’t nearly as nice.
That would explain it – I don’t even own a TV – not in years. Sigh – out of the loop! Thanks for filling me in!
It’s not really a loop to be too worried about being out of.
Smiles.
Start mad, and then it’s within walking distance. Exercise is good for the soul.
Yes! Mad indeed! Think I’ll keep mine in the fish tank.
i didn’t realize
when in the drugstore
my paleness would
give my drunken binge away
i should have worn
dark glasses and a veil
Even moonshine
shows
when cramped
between the aisles
A bride in disguise?
I use a computer that speaks, so am all too familiar with robotic voices! 😀
My unrelated micropoem:
Blank pages appear
Because we don’t know
The whole story.
SO may we read on!
Invisible scribbles
does never mean
a thought unthought
My Bamboo Spark
reads invisible ink
even when I can’t
It’s magic!
Magic bamboo
writing invisible
notes to agents
in Timbuktu.
and even if it’s frugal
it can be traded at Google
Happy vacationing to everyone…see you soon! Here’s a true story micro poem:
aged cat whines
food and water bowls
are filled
what does she want
as she wanders in and out
looking askance at me
her feline unrest unsettles me
Really, she just whines incessantly…every night! 😦
Feline wails
are sometimes
not for lack of food
but loneliness
I’m right there! And she always has an invitation to curl up on my lap…silly girl. Can kitties get dementia…
we had a case
of doggy dementia
meds didn’t help
maybe i can use
the leftovers.
ask the vet!
Haha, Victoria, cute!
Perhaps she whines for wine… at least, I do!
We have some boxed wine leftover somewhere… I can serve it in a plastic mug…
Kitties are picky, doncha know. At least a stemless goblet?
🙂
So it’s cats we’re writing about! Here’s mine:
Oh ye of little brain
and longing to go up, up, up
Yet what goes up
must come down
even if that means
my bank account
goes down with it
Cat whines
catnip times
scratching post
scratching litter
been gone too long
with the cat
the wine’s gone bitter.
More wine, bitte!
Oh my, how loudly I laughed over this poem, Sir Bartender! And now I am going into a corner to compose….Back in 140 minutes, or seconds…
I look forward to listen to your words….
Happy holidays all, I’m looking forward to the return celebrations already – it’s been wonderful to be back in the pub with you all! Here’s my tiny offering!
The inky abyss is a false friend
for all wither and die in its vacuum.
Open your arms,
welcome the light,
inhale it in all its glory.
let your word-bubbles
swing downstream
below the weeping willow
The inky abyss
is not for us, sis!
The inky reply
is poet on or die!
I’m with you, Freya! Happy to be back and wallering in my inky abyss. 🙂
When the pub
Closes,
Door’s locked,
Jukebox is gently
Playing
And the lights are
Dim,
Who’s sitting
On the high bar stools
Nursing empty
Glasses?
An old bartender
writes her name
in the sticky residue
of ale gone stale.
That old song springs to mind: ‘The party’s over, it’s time to call it a day…’
Party is never over… it’s on hiatus, just 2 weeks till we open again.
Yes, but it’s never same after a good cleaning. We will have to gunk it up all over again! *Flexing my gunking muscles*
But this pub has a huge library in the back…. and I can never remove this dust clinging to the shelves.
Just like the Overlook Hotel, the party in the bar, like the party in the Pub, never stops. Even when we are gone.
Here’s Johnny!
LOLOLOLOL
It must have happened
when the moon was full.
A werewolf appeared
and etched wrinkles
in my smooth skin
overnight.
Have a wonderful, relaxing time everyone. While I will miss you all and the prompts, I hope for all of us that the muse is re-energized.
It was my urge
for raw liver
when the moon was full
that exposed
my lupine inklings
So you’re the culprit! I knew all that poetry had to be some kind of intoxicating candy. 🙂
You as well. I am going to ramp up on haiku and tanka. and try to stay cool!!!! 400% humidity at least.
Haiku on the beach then?
Nope. Haiku in da house and woods.
Combining a ‘take’off’ micro-poem with my bar order: (It helps if you sing it…)
Don’t sigh for me Margarita
The salt never left us
All through the wild nights
With mad persistence
I kept my calmness
Don’t be judicious
[on the rocks, please!]
It rocks
to take tequila
straight
Peron, Patron!
Evita, bring the salt!
Salty tears, tears it.
Does Tequila come from Argentina?
HA! Love that you get this 🙂
Ha ha! This is going to be playing in my head for the rest of the night. 🙂
Then my work here is done 🙂
See you in July! Here’s mine:
Her eyes
were inviting.
Her eyelashes
reminded him
he didn’t stand
a chance.
turning to leave
he noticed
lashed – a single tear
clinging
proving
looks can deceive
No longer in harness, the F500 now was just a host for a rust party.
Free at last
the aging truck
hosted a party
for the sweetest
buttercups
Fording a stream
cannot afford
to pick-up the
rust colored hue
or pick up rust
colored you
All the sagging windows wore identical uniforms.
Went to pub.
Told to keep writing terse.
Ink displayed
ranged from better to dVerse.
displayed
diversity
dVerse
song writer doodles, “dLovely.”
Bridge railings can be insubordinate too; mostly on Tuesdays.
Sipping rainbows from polluted water, crumbling bridges can’t be burned
Dead folks seem to cluster up in pioneer cemeteries.
Pioneers cloistered
eating raw oysters
gathered in a cluster
for dessert there’s custard
Did someone bring the mustard?
I just have to post this:
I came to rhyme –
I hope in time –
to Pub sublime.
Scotch neat is mine
(poet juice slant-wise).
He lies a bit.
Don’t believe it.
It just won’t fit
to be all snit-
(faced before five).
When bell strikes twelve
it’s late to delve
for rimes escaping
better scraping
the dregs that’s stuck
in bottom of your cup
The Dregs were great in concert.
We were but teens in rock’s sway.
Later the dregs worked in concert.
What happened that night… I can’t say.
Concrete flowers gather clumps of moss as party guests.
It turned out to be a rather noisy place for meditation.
A child’s port hole always reveals a secret garden.
The iron bird would never fly, but it looked poised to.
The red gargoyle loved the view from his parapet perch.
Go Glenn! Go Glenn! Go Glenn! (Does that count as a chant poem?)
On the desecrated phase of a hero’s statue, stately pigeon sits
tonight in the cooler tempts, the sword will cut swathes across the face of the moon. and like that there.
The cross liked the role of being lead in God’s pencil.
Gas pipelines are fearless in Alaska, residing in the middle of highways.
Oil spilled
on a puddle left –
slum’s rainbow
Bjorn is in bed when I rise to greet the dawn, & vice-versa.
We bid him g’day as we write under the moon for dVerse
Bjorn is in bed, wandering off
Her stone eyes stared at the street for decades, seeing nothing.
black pebbles
wet with rain
staring back
The seven brass cables created a knot of fellowship.
Intertwined
also old brass cables
becomes menorah
Old rusting Fords make excellent nests for stinging nettles.
Nested with nettles
even a fangless snake
can sleep
And here is mine which has nothing to do with any of this but describes the last two hours – haiku of course.
butterflies cluster
on the buddleia blooms – wings
beat silent tattoo.
cutlassed, the grass has fallen
a field mouse running for shelter
Those field mice are tricky buggers.
They hide in plain sight
and become – invisible.
So hot here. Dripping with sweat. Been out in the back yard practicing forms using a shinai instead of the katana. I could really do with a biggggg glass of lemonade.
glass of lemonade
beaded with water – clinging
ice cubes are melting
Peaches are in from Georgia – I’m thinking a nice container of home made peach ice cream will be wonderful this longggg weekend. God bless Cuisinart for their ice cream maker.
Peaches in the morning
peaches at noon
but the very best peaches
are picked in July….
wait!
Crud…
(The very best peaches are NOT from the peach state – go east, young man, go east!)
We have wonderful peaches coming in from the west of our state, Nelson county. gorgeous sweet fragrant….the very best peaches are the ones picked just about ripe and eaten soon after! Some of the most amazing peaches I ever had were from Mississippi years ago.
Having chugged down a huge lemonade, twice, it’s time for me to hit the road and take a shower. You guys all have a wonderful time and hope you all will be back for more fun and games. I start off with Haibun Monday after the celebration week and I have already written the prompt….hope you all will enjoy. Bye y’all
The clouds told me to fly
But I listened to the roots
Of the pinion pine
Warmed by the soil
my sleep was dreamless
I sipped on desert sun
To hide the pale
Of moonbeam binge
drinking silver
sieved reflections
moonlit lake
Ripples lapping
Lulling me
Under stars
First there was Ripples
the cheapest of wines
Then there was Ruffles
chips of the finest kind
Eat too much chips and
dip, drink Ripple… see stars.
Moon light
My way home
Step softly
Whisper gently
Follow me
Shadow cat
Sarah, if a cat follows ye
don’t feed it, lass
If you do yours it’ll be
and this, too, will never pass!
The moon followed me home
Like a stray cat
Always at my shoulder
I shut her out
And wouldn’t feed her.
Tonight, she looks
A little thinner…
When Thursday sits
at the tail-end of June
In Canada
It’s a Friday boon!
(by way of explanation: tomorrow (July 1) is Canada Day – a national holiday here – so today feels a lot like Friday!
By the way…to all the dVerse hosts, have a well deserved refreshing break!
Mine will be a working Holiday, Bryan! The blog that I administrate with Sara McNulty (Poetic Bloomings) is doing a Chapbook P.A.D. during July. Summer’s the theme and it should be entertaining (and keep me off the streets!)
Hence, Liberty Weekend in my Detroit days – combining both over Lake St. Clair.
Windsor/Detroit would be an interesting place to spend the long weekend (or any other place where a Canadian city and a US city are so close together!
Like Buffalo and Fort Erie over the Peace Bridge! I claim half-Canadian citizenship with all the shows I watched over CHCH, CFTO, CTV, CBC. I’m part-Canadian by osmosis!
Twice removed.
Happy Canada Day, A!
I’ll say aye to my friends up North!
If it t’wern’t for them
Minnesota would’ve claimed
all the mosquitoes.
Doesn’t rhyme… but it’s true; so it’s poetry!
And a happy Independence day to you, eh!?
Gracias!
To cats that whine
And moons that shine
I raise my beer
To give a cheer
For a refreshing holiday time!
~
Have fun – be careful – Peace! 🙂
Cats and beer
dangerous combination
Cats are winers
’tis dogs when you want a good head
Haha! We used to have dogs, but just the cats here now! Enjoy the break! 🙂
Thank you. You as well!
A drunken binge
should never tinge
your thinking, no matter
how stinking you become!
T’would be quite dumb
deriving while impaired.
I’d be scared!
~Stay safe all!
Illegal in this country
though the norm in others
drunk deriving
start the engine
put it in verse….
WA! You two are too funny!
Excellent retort, Charley!
Thank you, sir! I studied retorts… just not in Law school.
(Whatever you call it break/holiday/vacation enjoy!)
Just some prose
before I go
thoughtless
flutters
to and fro
A quiet howl
of verse
and then
susurrus
unto the wind
Never to be heard again
Whispering to not be heard
by the creature howling mad
but in the howl a furtive word
vacations are short; don’t be sad
Wandering the backstreet
puddled world at my feet
face to face with concrete
I’m almost upbeat
Only found the pub of late but will raise a glass of thanks to good company and many returns
glisten of the moon
almost masks
hurried footsteps
approacing
will hurry back after the break
Under the moon
I wait and wait
for a call
that never come
crushing my heart
once more
Typo in my poem. Here’s the correct one:
Under the moon
I wait and wait
for a call
that never comes
crushing my
heart once more
Aromas I must follow
For Poetics I was late
I raced with Mr.Linky
But he beat me to the gate
Should of offered him a margarita…..
….or a cat??
Will finish up tonight
Beneath the moonlight.
See you again after the break, everyone. Enjoy!
Where is this mistress
Moon—watches as I watch
for angels in the sky
for secret answers
to my silent questions,
to that ever-beckoning Why?
Happy trails, y’all! Have a great break; come back poemed up.
Rest and re-charge….
Enjoy a well-deserved break.
May the colour return to your cheeks,
and the song to your heart. LOL.
Thanks, Bjorn and the dVerse team, for all your good work through the year, for the love of poetry.
a star was in aisle three
picking out glitter to
match her party frock
and dancing shoes
so she’ll sparkle &
shine while she
shimmies tonight
~
see you all after the break!
The sun beckons
to lustre and sheen
so that the bud
can change and
Glow.
See you guys after the break 😀 Cheers ❤
Pale with worry
at unpacked boxes
she slipped into the shop
in her pyjamas
for some cool reinforcement…
Trust Bjorn
to catch her just then!
Have a lovely summer break! I will be preparing for my move, but I hope I’ll still have internet connection to join you for the 5th birthday celebrations!
catching the slipstream
ibis rises, describing
silent arching air
Happy July, all! I’m off to Tahoe in just a couple of days. My late July attendance might be sparse, but I will catch up on the memories, etc when I get back in early August.
Love and fine, fine summer words to you all!
blue beckons,
and i beg the moon
for a ride,
a tide i can take
all the way
to this lake
of the sky.
❤
Happy 4th everyone! I’ll be biking and enjoying the Bay Trail as usual during this break. Take care and see you soon!
I offer a silly statement.
Happy Summer!
Happy day
happy doo
happy me
happy you.
Happy dreams
happy themes
happy schemes
happy screams.
happy old
happy new
let’s hope your summer
is happy too.
Sad I am
missed all this
playing with grandkids
a different kind of bliss
this place like a train station
meant to be transitory
in this life
warm and cold
take and give
some give a little more
I’ll miss you, Viv