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Revenge–dVerse Quadrille #84

Image: Wikipedia commons

Revenge
A Modified Limerick

There once was a kid who was heckled.
The cause? His fair skin was so freckled.
But the kid was a champ,
From an overhead ramp,
He made sure that those brats, too, were speckled.

(The paint gun, you see,
Took them out, all three.)

Today, at dVerse Quadrille, Mish offers us the word FRECKLES, which made me think of a boy in Grammar School who was, not a bully, really, but a bit of an imp. Here’s to you Michael, wherever you are. Join in with a poem of exactly 44 words, using the word FRECKLED.

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Limericks–dVerse Meeting the Bar

Now for a bit of whimsy as Frank treats us to a limerick prompt at dVerse MTB. I could go on and on.

Limericks

There once was a dragon named Tony
he fell like a rock for a pony
she got such jolt
she took off like a bolt
now poor Tony thinks romance baloney.

There once was a guy who loved money
But could never impress his true honey
‘Cause he spent it on wine
and she saw not a dime
so she left him alone—what a dummy.

Here’s one I posted for one of Madeleine’s prompt:

A woman who always felt free
Burned her bra when she turned twenty-three
Now at age sixty-eight
She is rueing her fate
As her boobies keep knocking her knees.

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sometimes there are no rules

Photo: Victoria Slotto

Photo: Victoria Slotto

sometimes there are no rules

as when the call of doves defy the wintry morn
or roses flower on desert sand and
in the furrow of a craggy mountain.

sometimes there are no rules–
as when sweet love blossoms in wrinkled bodies
or when the heart knows ecstasy before the face of death.

sometimes there are no rules–
and thus i fly on silver wings
to touch these moonlit branches.

oh, can you hear the songs of stars?

Title taken from Mary Oliver’s Poem: “Three Things to Remember”

A slow start to writing this year, so I turned to Mary Oliver for a jump-start. It’s been a crazy few weeks.

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Ars Poetica–dVerse OLN

Art: Finding Winter Judith Clay

Art: Finding Winter
Judith Clay

Ars Poetica

When I tumble into the world of poetry,
I lose myself in a dance of words,
play syllabic arpeggios with the wind
and smother wild flowers in color.

That is when I live again, a child,
weaving wonder from daisies.
I touch angel wings, taste oceans,
and listen to the silence of the moon.

Linked to dVerse Open Link Night where I first learned of the wonderful artist, Judith Clay. Pay her a visit and then stop by the poetry pub to share the art of poetry and good friends.