Bed time stories of #Draco.

https://dversepoets.com/2022/08/15/dverse-prosery-monday-a-voice-that-sings/

For tonight’s 144 word prosery challenge I attempted to write Draco and Persephone’s legend.

including the line given “Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings” from The chambered Nautilus by American fireside poet https://dversepoets.com/tag/oliver-wendell-holmes-sr/. At tonight’s #Dversepoetspub.

The bedtime tale of Draco and Persephone.

The home fires are burning in England after the great gas and electricity rip-off of 2022. Parents tell their children the tale of Draco and Persephone around candle lit evening meals, backlit by wood fired stoves.

Fathers deep voice normally starts with “Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings! Songs of love over many millennia.”

Then Mother all sweet and light “They sang to each other; in the letters they wrote. Fighting the venom and hate towards their kind.”

Father whispers “Draco and Persephone sold out their only child, to live forever!”

Mother asks “Can we live forever dear Father?”

Father replies “Only if our children stay awake every night. Draco and Persephone became vampires because their son was a night owl, who never slept!”

Mother “Only sleep and love can save you now, children. Goodnight my Dears”

Manners

https://dversepoets.com/2022/08/09/poetics-at-the-restaurant/

Hi all at #Dversepoets and beyond here is the hobgoblin poets idea of good manners while eating out. thanks Merrill for reminding me of this poem at tonight’s poets pub poetics evening.

Manners.

#etiquete, #hobgoblinpoet

I am the hobgoblin poet,

My manners match my exterior.

And I love to fart in public.

What a relief to trump in town.

To bottom burp in a bar is brill.

It’s fun to belch in a bistro.

Go gas a gastro pub.

And watch with gusto as guests all leave.

We hobgoblins’ Just love to blaspheme,

Until they scream about our obscene,

Telling us off for our bad manners,

Around a mouthful of food,

Having a bitch about another spreading cold,

Then sneeze in the faces of these grown-up children.

Oh, to be members of old grumpies gang

Teaching us their idea of manners,

From above their long snooty noses,

When our own are far more fun.

Wondering type #poemporn #Q157

https://dversepoets.com/2022/08/08/quadrille-157-whats-your-type/

Thank you de Jackson for tonight’s quadrille prompt. It gave me the finishing line for this poem i was toying with all weekend.

#quadrille, #dversepoetspub

I am just a wondering poet,

Lost in my own darkness,

Held there by others negative,

Filled with a longing for my light,

Who has to die me or them!

I am a dark words type,

Who’s heart must be broken mine or theirs?

peer

https://dversepoets.com/2022/06/21/poetics-when-it-comes-to-peer-pressure/

Tonight at #dverse Sanaa has started a discussion on peer pressure. I have tried to compare peer pressure during my generation and my children’s.

My generation,

Fashion must haves,

Were Drivel,

Keep up with Joneses,

Pointless effort,

Must have haircut,

A load of Hogwash,

What football tribe to follow,

Just twaddle

Bullied for not,

Bending to peer pressure.

I am still here being me.

Your generation,

Social media is,

Just communication,

Pouting selfies are,

Pointless,

Filters galore just,

Worthless shite,

Leading to

Low Self-esteem,

For not fitting in.

Just be you.

Litter bug

https://dversepoets.com/2022/06/16/mtb-fall-seven-times-stand-up-eight/

thank you Anne Montgomery @ #dversepoetrypub for one hell of a challenge to write Gnomic poetry. here is my first attempt. if i am not there let me know, how else will I learn.