Category Poetry

Who’s That Girl? – dVerse Form for All – List Poetry, Google-style

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Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Form for All – and the great gods of dVerse must have been smiling on my brain-dead brain this evening – I don’t think I could have coped with having to create a triolet or anything of that nature!

So, list poetry – courtesy of Googlism – I hope you enjoy it! I chose me, Freya, as the subject matter, stripping out the many references to Norse gods and mythology, and the other references that just didn’t grab me.  Please visit the other poets’ offerings – they are bound to be fabulous!

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– Who’s That Girl? –

freya is on her way
freya is going out with a bang
freya is a bit different
freya is a trustworthy and loyal character who hides a dark and tragic past
freya is still perched on jackstands in the boat yard
freya is not a very good choice
freya is gone
freya is

The Man Who…

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This poem is dedicated to my step-dad, the man who from the beginning treated me then as he does now – as one of his own.  Thank you.

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– The Man Who… –

The man who took me on
as part of the deal
The man who never once
made me feel –

in the way,
unwanted, not cared for

The man who carved lanterns
for Halloween fun
The man who made theatres
and allowed me to run – 

matters off-stage,
free reign, made miniature

The man who was there, quiet
in my background
The man who loved me
as if he had found – 

my small heart
and held it, so gently

A man who I love
admire and respect
A man who I hope
will only reflect – 

that he fashioned a good life
for a daughter, pre-made

From the bottom of my heart
For the man who…

Clocked – dVerse Open Link Week 120

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Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Open Link – why not take a look at everyone else’s wonderful responses?

This is about wanting time to move quickly, and not making the most of now.

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– Clocked –

One month before, or
Two weeks until, and
I’ll feel better when this, or
That has happened.

I cross off the days, or
Count down the minutes, and
Wish for the seconds, or
Hours to sweep by.

This unpleasant event, or
That hard conversation, and
I can’t wait for them to pass, or
Do I know what I want?

Because now I am older, or
Wiser than before, and
Know that time is fleeting, or
Finally realise –

That I cannot control time.