Nine #couplets

hello #Dversepoetpub visitors, tonight at the pub Laura was going two by two to the bar.

So we are writing in couplets, I have chosen to go with cote version.

Using the form to describe the duplicity of the class system here in England and other places around the world.

MTB: Two by Two

nine #cotes.

Demands,

Unreasonable time requests, expected.

Impossible,

Tasks’ completion expected, NOW.

Respect,

Expected due to birth right, never given.

Demands,

A classless society badly required.

Impossible,

While hereditary titles remain legal.

Respect,

Not given to hereditary title holders.

Demands,

Of love must succeed over hatred.

Impossible,

While greed and fear rule society.

Respect,

Given freely to those with love in their hearts.

Spiced #Haibun

Spiced #dverse.

Fifth November (a traditional English rhyme- 17^th century)

(First verse)

Remember, remember the 5^th of November,

Gunpowder treason and plot,

I see no reason why gunpowder treason,

Should ever be forgot.

https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/20/poetics-spicing-it-up/

Thanks, Merril for tonight’s spiced prompt at #dversepoetspub.

Bonfire night #Haibun.

The above verse is what came to mind when I read the spiced prompt from #dverse this evening and thought of cinnamon spiced baked apples served with vanilla custard on bonfire night. Here in England, we celebrate the capture of Guy Fawkes on the 5^th November 1605 when he was part of a plot to blow up the parliament of king James the 1st.

cinnamon apple.

Served with vanilla custard,

Piping hot comfort.

We celebrate this with fireworks due to the gunpowder used in the attempt. A stuffed effigy of Guy Fawkes is burnt on a bonfire during the evening as the Guy Fawkes was burnt as part of his punishment. The effigies were once pushed through the streets in prams with the children calling “ a penny for the guy”.

Saffron yellow smoke,

Drift from fireworks into night,

Childhood memories.

Punch drunk#quadrille160

https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/19/quadrille-160-poems-that-pack-a-punch/

Here we are at #dversepoetspub punching our way to #quadrille160. Thank you, De, for the prompt.

Punch drunk #quadrille.

Punch drunk workers lacking life’s respect,

Punch drunk workers lacking life’s love,

Punch drunk workers lacking life’s quality,

Punch drunk workers lacking life’s satisfaction.

Working poet showing grafters respect,

Working poet showing grafters love,

Poetry showing grafters quality of life

This poet gains satisfaction.

#Quadrille, #dverse.

Helter Skelter #ekphrastic

Helter Skelter.

I live the helter skelter life,

Round and round and round,

Sliding away from where I was.

But where I was, was not right,

Round and round and round,

Sliding towards where I will be.

Back up the stairs through the darkness,

Will I make the top,

Again and again and again.

Just walk away, away, away

From the bollocks of the

Helter skelter life style of

Climbing life’s greasy pole

Only to be knocked back down.

https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/13/the-strange-houses-of-lee-madgwick/

here tonight at the #dverse pub we invited to look at the houses painted by Lee Madgwick and create an ekphrastic poem. thank you Sarah for the prompt.

Dome life #prosery

https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/12/prosery-when-it-comes-to-katherine-riegel/

Here we are again out, out at the #dverse poets pub planning on using the line “I’d like too, to plant the alyssum that smell like honey and peace.” from Kathrine Riegel’s poem “what I would like to grow in my garden.”

DOME LIFE!

Sitting under my grandfather’s dome. The last remaining intact here on the sea of tranquillity. Tending the garden since the others died. My grandfather keeps me company. The last of our kind since natures war. Mother nature took her planet back.

My grandparents and four other couples settled this Luna base 75 years ago. Grandfathers garden planted to maintain the dome’s oxygen and feed the residence. Inspired by a carpet of snow like flowers in his grandmother’s garden.

He regularly say’s “I’d like, too, to plant the alyssum that smell like honey and peace my grandmother once did.”

“What does honey smell like?” I ask him.

“You know we cannot grow anything now, dear one for you to find out.”

“I still cannot believe this will never be. This My heart breaks grandfather!”

“We died with the rest of humanity in natures war Alyssum.”