Thursday, April 27, 2017

Three Limericks

dVerse           Happy to try my hand at Limericks today. Some people are quite gifted at writing these little gems.



I like that words were given meaning
so much that I wake up from dreaming
Sometimes, thinking causes me grief
thinking of nothing brings me relief
I'm writing this while I am sleeping


Once upon a moonlit April night,
stars slipped behind clouds in and out of sight
What I didn't set out to find
I found - I am loved for my mind
not just a gal out flying a kite


There once lived a queen, Katherine the Great
Everyone loved her, dubbing her "Kate"
All the king's horses and all the king's men
spied her one night practicing Zen
Thereafter, she was not allowed to date

Learning La Cumbia

dVerse   We are to write about 'community'. This covers a wide area, as people gather in so many different 'communities', usually strong and beneficial but can be viscous and unjust. We derive pleasure when we participate as a dancing community. The video I chose is a good example of a place where and a reason why a community gathers.
Although Cantinflas was Mexican, he offered the the most accurate of the Colombian Cumbia I could find.

Under Southern
constellations at the equator, in
many bars, discotheques,
and city parks, locals and travelers congregate
to soak up Latin culture,
dance to a Latin beat.
Wind instruments carry the melody while padlocked passions break free.

Trago served in small
glasses, one after another,
warmed my bloodstream.
Elongated shadows cast
by lamplight, pranced, and
then erased our footsteps.
Hesitant steps - left, right, step back, count to 4,
then eight, turn,
legs bending lower.
Hips sway to the rhythm of
the Colombian Cumbia.

A yip now and then from the crowd
as the music lightened hearts
Others danced the night away,
but my head was swimming, my legs became rubbery.
In the wee hours I needed to be carried away in a  cart
Leaving the gaiety, I climbed into a bed,
to face morning drudgery.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Quadrille #31 - Stillness

Deer still move in light rain -
sounds of
twigs, falling raindrops,
moving leaves
A doe and two fawns
emerge from the forest
Ears up, blind look;
without a care,
they feed
ten yards from me.
I sneeze;
they freeze, snort,
between trees

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Hello there...

A short postcard poem is the prompt for today. A greeting of any genre as long as it fits on a postcard.

                                                                                                                                                               E. Hopper  

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Johnnie could sing..


Heartache and soul,
Johnnie plainly could
sing up a storm
Voice of satin,
he had great form
Great emotion spilled
from his chest and vocal chords
He sang only to me
it seemed -
for during puberty,
no one cried quite as much as I
Walking in the rain,
sun, or foggy day,
somehow I could not
get over sweethearts along
the way,
angst of adolescence
blue days and sadness -
this helped me get through
those times
Even now, we know
it is healthy to cryyyyy!

The Old Lamplighter

  • For  we are writing about the top songs on the charts on the day we were born. This sweet song was at the top of the list the first 3 months of the year 1947, made popular by Sammy Kaye and his Orchestra and again in 1960 by The Browns.
  • The song was sung by Gene Autry in the movie "Twilight on the Rio Grande" which first appeared in on April 1, 1947 (one day after the day I was born, March 31st) This song always gives me a warm feeling.

He made the stars a little brighter,
all encompassing,
tiny windows, a glimpse
into a more perfect world,
making me feel serene
I always imagined he
is the same one who
carried a ladder and torch
to light the gas lamps atop
lamp-posts on the streets
each day at twilight,
putting the town asleep

He wears a top hat
and heavy coat;
his taunt arms reach
up with a torch,
whether fog or damp rain
Illuminating the streets
below for passers by
The image in my mind has
always been a 19th century
English scene, perhaps
a warm and cozy Christmas time,
of feelings of safety and peace -
that sugary feeling
all is well in the world