Future Harvest(extract)

https://dversepoets.com/2021/09/27/haibun-monday-9-27-21-writers-block/

The first thing i ever tried to write was a novel based around the diary entries of three main characters. set in the future looking at the effects of the AIDS virus on vampires. it had stalled at 30,000 words and been forgotten about (for 20 years) untill the first lock down here in England. now standing at 76,000 plus all it needs is a convincing middle. tonights Haibun at Dverse gave me the idea of adding a Haiku to an entry to a musicans diary ( John Eccles one of the main characters) entry to kick start start his song writting. #writersblock, #dverse

John Eccles: – Eight hours of sitting in a room of grief. That’s how long it took to get to speak with each of the families of those who dies at the hands of Eddy. That’s it our legal representative has informed us of the legal action being taken against us. We are no longer able to legally perform to a live audience. As we there is no market for recorded music since the streaming revolution any more that is us done as a band. We are going to stay together as we are family for most of our members.

The writer’s block I am suffering has broken. The grief this has brought on is cursing through me waking the song writer in me while bringing my heart down to one of life’s low points. With the following haiku making the chorus to my next song. Hopefully this will express our regreat over not giving Eddy enough support in these hard times.

Oh, Why Eddy why?

Took Tumbleweed to hell with you.

After our love famine!

Lifes First Miasma

hello #dverse poets here is my first attempt at a zejel form. i get the syllable count and the amount of lines. but i am struggling to get my head around describing the rhyme of poems using the letters AAA BBB etc. if this does not fit can someone pint me in the write (right) diection thank you!

Poetry Form: Zéjel

Here I sit in life’s miasma

Don’t expect me to wax

lyrical about sweetness and light for ever after.

How people see me is non sensical.

I care not for projection of imagery

In grandiose and flowery lingo

Thrust upon my mind with aggression.

The whiff of the devil’s breath fog reminds

me of life in dirty streets.

spat on by highbrow bullies

Devouring my love of simple rhymes!

To Linger,Or not To LInger

tonight we have been invited to linger at the dverse poets pub by Linda. so come into the warmth of dverse and linger among the words of some supberb poets.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/09/20/quadrille-136-lets-linger/

#dverse #poetry #quadrille

I still linger hither

At 136 Quadrille Street

Beside additional poets

136 Quadrille Street

Have mercy on your

Resident poets

ramparts of 136

Papered with

Oodles of quadrilles

bodies long consumed

living at 136

in the perpetual

memory as

poems loiter

beyond their composers

a sunset to linger in — linger as the sun sets

University of Life

this is a rewoking of one of my older poems

https://dversepoets.com/2021/09/16/open-link-night-300-september-live/

I’ve been through that door to mind breached

Have laid broken and dejected on the floor

After I took a smack apon the rack of ribs

That held my weather-beaten heart

Before I accepted a wife

At the university of life.

Butterflies flutter by inside

Moths shimmer past outside

Heart thumping mind melting

Missing childhood home

Under big sky of eastern realm

Lonely and lost at the

at the University of life

There’s been times I’ve been spent,

Before I’ve made the rent,

When the time of day was not my own,

Working on the line without my mind,

Black and blue before I met you,

Out of my face on

A case of red vermouth,

At the university of life.

My laws, your laws,

High laws, low laws,

Right laws, Wrong laws

Which law, your laws,

Which laws are the right laws?

At the university of life.

To get good with wood

Listen and learn

Finding a trade once you made the grade,

So, sing along it’s time to re-join the crowd

Making your family proud

Be glad when you graduate

From the university of life.

Those that think themselves better

You may wear a collar and tie,

A crown, or a bowler,

You’re minds no taller than mine,

Here’s a bottle of blasphemy from me to you

Bought on exit at students shop

Of the university of life

Not to have been a smarty at the party,

Not to have moaned and groaned and left life’s party,

Do dare to be alone when you need not the noise

When your mind took you to the babbling brook,

Away from the strife

At the university of life.

more to follow

as i still attend

the university of life

I am Incy

At #dversepoets pub this evening we have been prompted to write from the perspective of a creepy crawley.

I am Incy

https://dversepoets.com/2021/09/14/creepies-and-crawlies/

Hu-man’s come, Hu-man’s go,

They cannot do static.

I am Incy waiting

Waiting to pounch.

On my male

Hu-man’s talk, Hu-man’s shout.

They cannot do quiet.

I am Incy waiting

Waiting for my meals

To pull my leg

Hu-man’s taste, Hu-man’s waste

They cannot be orderly

I am Incy Waiting

Waiting for my hatchlings.

To feast on their first meal.

Hu-man’s switch, Hu-man’s make bright

They cannot do darkness.

I am Incy waiting

Waiting to be eaten

I am my babies first m………….