Sobber Shivers #quadrille 144

https://dversepoets.com/2022/01/24/quadrille-144-shivering/

Tonight merril at #dverse offered up the word shiver for the 144th qudrille.

Written for all those brave souls who have gone cold turkey from an addiction. I have known alcoholics who have given up alcohol and described to me the detox shivers they got. Good luck to all who have the courage to break their need for a drink.

Sobber shivers #poem

Fearsome shivers consume me daily,

Shudders incinerate, my rationale mind set.

Shivering in anticipation of home,

Quivering with love for the bottle.

Trembling for my lovers’ arms,

Here at alcohols coercing demand.

Consumed daily by need of whiskey,

Shivers consume me,

At rebuffing yearning.

Sublime word store #Thesaurusday

Thanks fot the challenge #dverse

https://dversepoets.com/2022/01/18/poetics-the-poets-store-house/

I chose five sound words from a list given on the prompt which are Drone, Rip-roaring, Dulcet, blabber and and chant.

The word treasury drones on in,

Huge rip-roaring dignified silence,

Extends out into our awareness,

Shrieking cloistered words shatters hush,

Ascending dulcet tones reply,

Until blabber puss shushed,

Reassured with sublime whispers,

Under hand chants that never take,

Silence returns with momentous euphoria.

Idle day #dverse, #prosery.

https://dversepoets.com/2022/01/17/prosery-bring-no-book/

tonight at the #dverse poets pub we have been challenge with a 144 word prose which is to include a Wordsworth line. “And bring no book,for this one day we’ll give to idleness.”

Here i reflect upon life — Idle reflections

Idle day afloat!

I awoke to the plop of an invitation landing on my head. It read “To the boat we go and bring no book, for this day we’ll give to idleness.” I had dreamt of this day and did not want to go. For I have the ability of prediction.

This was my first prediction and the only one about myself. All of those which followed had come to be. I had absolutely no choice but to attend the Idle boat for it was my work place. Where I sold my books of prediction for a pretty penny.

I had sold my last book yesterday wondering why I had not dreamt in such a long time. Now I knew. For today was the last of my childhood and tomorrow I would marry the owner of Prophecy the 70ft canal barge. An illiterate I shall become.

Obscure sorrows

hello dverse poets hope you all have a good winter break however you celebrate.

Tonight we have been given some wonderful words from “the dictionary of obscure sorrows” by John Koenig to play with. thank you Linda for a fun prompt.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/12/14/poetics-the-dictionary-of-obscure-sorrows/

Obscure Sorrows.

Sunrise over city centre,

Aftergloom kicks me in the teeth,

Last night’s penetrating,

party of poets now over.

Kenopsia thumps my heart,

Watching the last poets leave,

This wonderous gathering place,

Now abandoned until who knows.

A single raised voice in song,

Echoes around the valley,

Tonight’s sunset turns heartspur,

As Love surges through me at

Last night’s memory.

The valley now tidy,

I lay alone before heading

Home to my loved ones,

Starlorn, I say goodbye,

Until next we meet

Here at dverse poets pub.

Lost Children #darkside.

written for the monday prosery promt today at #dversepotepub.

we have been invited to use the line “i dress in their stories patterned and purple as night” from Kimberly Bleaser’s poem “where we sing of might”. this got me thinking about the John Lennon song Imagine.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/12/06/dverse-prosery-monday-lost-found-lost-children/

our lost children

“I dress in their stories patterned and purple as night.” As I mourn the lost children of the world.

From the street children of India to the missing, stolen, sold children of the down trodden and refugee children from war. Why do we call ourselves civilised when we allow the psychopathic leaders of the world to as they want?

The pattern of all child abuse should not be allowed where ever you live in the world or determine if get educated.

John Lennon sang “imagine all the people living in peace.”

And “imagine there are no countries”.

His words of wisdom I believe could help cure our uncivilised approach to society. To cure our home, we need to take out the rot that has set into humanities leadership. Treating us all equally makes us and our home more civilised.