Happy Feet

Written for:  dVerse Poets – As The Cookie Crumbles (Chinese New Year)
Today, I am presenting you all with some fortune strips – real ones pulled from random fortune cookies –  not computer generated fortune strips. Choose one of the “fortunes” and use it to write a poem. You will need to quote the fortune at the beginning of the poem as you would any other quote you would use and let us know it is the “fortune” you have chosen for your inspiration.
1. Your shoes will make you happy today.
2. A merry heart does good like a medicine.
3. Whenever possible keep it simple.
4. You are a lover of words


copyright Kanzensakura

“Your shoes will make you happy today.”

With taps on my shoes,
I dance away the blues.
click, click, click,
aren’t I slick?
Shiny black patent
on streets of Manhattan.
People pass by smiling.
Tap dance is beguiling.


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The Unwitting Bridegroom

Written for:  dVerse Poets; the Rondel
The Rondel is a French short form first composed in the 14th century that evolved from the songs of French troubadours (medieval poets or singers) and is comprised of three verses which include two quatrains and one quintet.  The word “rondel” comes from the French meaning “little round” and is so called because of the use of repeated refrain lines that serve to create a circular pattern in the poem so that it wraps back around itself.

He pledged his love forever,
enchanted by her eyes,
blue pools that did disguise
a mind by far–too clever.

Her only choice was whether
or not to make him wait for his prize.
He pledged his love forever,
enchanted by her eyes.

On a day of sunny weather,
he proposed; he was wealthy but unwise.
For now, she would have to compromise.
While they stood at the altar together,
he pledged his love forever.


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A Maple’s Thoughts

Written for:  Poets United Midweek Motif~The Inanimate & the Non-Human
For today’s theme use the inanimate or the non-human as your subject. Build up an emotional connection with it.

She loves my shade
in summer as she rocks
on a glider, writing.
Benevolently, I bend
my branches to dances
of hummingbirds, flitting
finches, and raucous
bluejays. She hooks
a birdhuse on a limb,
and awaits nest builders
to stake a claim. She is
first to point out my new
buds, and last to lament
lingering leaves at fall’s end.


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Immersed In Nothing

Written for:  Poetics Aside #340
Write an “at last poem or a “finally” poem.

Written by an author whose books I love,
this new one was impenetrable.
I waited in vain for a plot
to emerge. My eyes were strained
at page three hundred, half-
way through. I plodded
on, nothing changed.
At long last,
the end.

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Sun Sets on Time

Written for:  Carpe Diem #914 Time
The goal is to bring “time” as a sense into your haiku or try to create a haiku (tanka or other Japanese poetry form) in which you try to catch “time”.

red sun setting
the sky filled with color
enveloped by darkness


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Spring Break

Written for:  dVerse Poets – Quadrille-2
The challenge is to write a poem of exactly 44 words using the chosen word: lull

Enter a lull
into the midst
of continuous,
colorless sheets
of teaming rain.

Enter a lull
of pre-spring–
no socks,
no jacket,
no frowns.

Enter a lull
where crocus popped
their yellow heads
out of the ground,
and liked what they saw.


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In Silence

Written for:  Carpe Diem #913 spirituality


Hamish on Spirituality:

Spirituality means something different to everyone. Often quite a few of us get in touch with their spiritual side through private prayer, yoga, meditation, quiet reflection, or even long walks.

Research shows that even skeptics can’t stifle the sense that there is something greater than the concrete world we see. As the brain processes sensory experiences, we naturally look for patterns, and then seek out meaning in those patterns.


scent of falling leaves
-sense of fading dreams
suddenly, a ladybug!

the liquid sunset
touches the sea
I touch the sea, too

© Hamish Managua Gunn

scent of Honeysuckle
the smell of dew on her flowers
Holy incense

© Chèvrefeuille (2012)

Here is my attempt:

Sitting in silence
with my eyes closed–
I see a clear image


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The Spill

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads – Flash 55 PLUS!
Write a piece of poetry or prose on a subject of your choice in precisely 55 WORDS.
For the optional extra part of this challenge, I invited you to visit twentytwowords.com and peruse the examples they give of several foreign words, describing common experiences, which have no direct English translation. Use the word, or its meaning as inspiration for your poem.

Non-english words with surprisingly specific meanings - 02

Credit to:  twentytwowords.com

New wood, new ring.
Look up ‘coaster,’ she says.
Why buy a new
table? You’re unable
to watch where
you set a glass.
The dogs make less
mess. He moves
his glass, and leaves.
She grabs the polish.
In the kitchen,
two dogs stare at a glass
lying on its side. Oh no,
a culaccino!


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Keeping Hope Alive

Written for:  The Mag #305

caroline knopf crop

photo by Caroline Knopf

Down to the sea,
she climbs
across rocks,
his jacket draped
over her nightgown.
He is out there,
somewhere, she is sure.
No cure for love
that is stronger
than ocean tides.
She bides her time.
He will return to her–
any night now,


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The Race

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #237

Words:  chop, piece, law, hike, drone, ramp, bucks, bay, cross, believe, match, see

Chop Suey–
ten bucks to one
odds. That bay
can run! Unbelievable.
What a match
for his jockey. Next
time I’ll ramp up
my bet. Aw, don’t look
so cross. Quit dronin’
on and on. If you want
a piece of the action,
stick with me. Now take
a hike, see? You wouldn’t
wanna be late,
and have the law out
lookin’ for you,
on account of the missus.
Gimme me a call next week.
I’ll give you some pointers, kid.


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