#dVersePoets
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It’s Fandango’s Flashback Friday! This poem was originally written for the dVerse Poet’s Pub exactly one year ago today. I hope you enjoy it. For today’s Meeting the Bar at the dVerse Poets Pub, we are writing to the First-Person Narrative, using “I am” as part of our poem. The voice and the specific point
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It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub! Today our prompt is the word, glow. ∞ That exquisite glow in your velvet-brown eyes — even the flecks of amber sparkle like topaz bathed in moonlight. I try to imagine what thoughts may evoke such magic, but it is quite impossible considering it has nothing
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It’s Quatrain Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. The prompt is the word “set.” ℵ Ink hadn’t even set on the weddin’ invites b’fore Jeff was out hookin’ his-self up with anything female what had a pulse. Folks felt sorry for “Sweet Joni” gettin’ knocked-up but what hardly nobody knew was that kid wasn’t
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Today at the dVerse Poets Pub, we are to write a poem about anticipation, waiting, or hoping. Delicate snowflakes swirl and sparkle in mid-day sun, dusting her feathers a diaphanous silver glaze. among the frozen foliage her mate finds her and gently shields her with a massive wing puzzled as the snow where she lie
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Today at the dVerse Poets, we have Art as Inspiration, and introducing Beverly Dyer. I may as well have tried to tame a Mustang stallion or steal a mirage thinking my charms were enough to capture your heart and you would love me back.
Ergo, the Ogre 