Paradelle

dverse




pansies stare at me mouths open
pansies stare at me mouths open
polyanthus huddle together in the afternoon
polyanthus huddle together in the afternoon
together afternoon pansies stare at me
huddle open mouths in the polyanthus

the snapdragons sing laments
the snapdragons sing laments
i am dying to a floral death inside
i am dying to a floral death inside
sing to dying floral laments
i am death inside the snapdragons

even the water melons are sad
even the water melons are sad
artichokes turn mauve with grief
artichokes turn mauve with grief
even sad melons turn water mauve 
the artichokes are with grief



death laments mauve melons
mouths turn to floral water inside  
even the open  pansies stare at me
the artichokes sing in the afternoon
i a sad polyanthus am dying
to huddle together with snapdragons

Ad Majorem Deo Gloriam

we raise our voices and hearts
to the majesty of God
to give thanks  for his great gift to us
of music that connects us to the Divine
Deo Gratias

Night Battle in Winter

dverse





groans and whines
sound the battle horn
tug o war to the death
floral battering rams
charge!!!!
battle of the blankets
a flurry of war feathers
clash and crash at 3am

the losing side wails
the usual late night lament
i've got frost bite
i'm stuck out in the snow

whinge

*#&!%!!
whine
hammer
hammer
hammer

zzzzz

Time after Time

if you fall
i will catch you
i'll be there
time after time

i may teeter gasp
but i will never
let you go

i am the shadow
half caught
in the corner of your eye
the distant wistful thought
on your pillow at night

when it's time
i will take your hand
swan dive with you
bathed in sunshine and smiles
into the starched white  crest
of a giant ocean wave

The Mad Poets

dverse


we come in assorted ages
coloured shapes and size
wordsmiths artists and philosophers
a rainbow of beliefs



some of us write in riddles
a few of us love Will
sometimes  words will thrill
others slash and kill




some of us are kooky
some of us elite
some send hearts a flutter
some are obviously  nutters



some of us are form freaks
some of us are geeks
bizza baby's love notes
swoon the ladies in a heap


Oooooooooo  Bizza !!!!!!


sometimes volatile and feisty
temperaments come to blows

part of life's  due process
poets are no different by jove

some of us are teachers
keeping  grammar sloths
on their toes



the humorous ones with their puns
throw rain upon the rows

some of us have the courage
to read their poems out loud

some of us get into huffs
verging on the proud
dropping french and syntax bombs
frightful , gasp, KAPOW !


but all in all tis a family
of creative gifted folk
a virtual mini soap opera
with wows and yells ' i'm stoked '

and everyone of us writing here
in their floral smocks and coats
can raise a glass to dverse

WOOT
and call themselves a poet

The Dverse Ball

pearls are always good
for dressing up old sheets
she saunters off all glamorous
 to see who she can meet



she'll take her friend sal dali
 he's always good for a gig
 and maybe get a little drunk
 with gorgeous mr big




 but hang on this is about poetry
and that's what life can be
if we only drop the hooded shades
allow ourselves to see

Ode To Blogger Poets

 dverse

most of the world
will never know



the  gifted poets
on community
poetry sites
whose

compassion
humour
love
joy
inspiration
tears
loss
images
hopes
generosity
suffering
rage
rant

electrify the world
lighting up the universe
with
exploding word stars

does it matter
that it is a secret feast
only savoured by a few?

does it matter
the kardashians
do not have dverse
tattooed on their derrieres?


Dave dit NON ! 

Sadly one of our well loved  dverse poets Dave King died last year  on October  4th 2013.
I know that's you up there Dave!

Bastille Day

 Vive La Revolution