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Through the Alphabet—the Letter “D”
Poetry Contest Description
Use all the words in the list below , in a poem
Moving on in our alphabet comps—we’re up with the letter D.
Use all the words below , in a poem , any style , length. One entry per poet , no collabs and 2 weeks to complete then we vote .
Here’s the words:
Doubt
Daisies
Dwindle
Doorway
Drill
Danvers
Delight
Delicate
Divan
Duration
Ready, set, go!
Use all the words below , in a poem , any style , length. One entry per poet , no collabs and 2 weeks to complete then we vote .
Here’s the words:
Doubt
Daisies
Dwindle
Doorway
Drill
Danvers
Delight
Delicate
Divan
Duration
Ready, set, go!
Radio Follies
Good evening, listeners.
It’s your Delilah Deli here at six
dee-livering the local news.
So sit a spell with me please do.
With all the rain we’ve had,
the welfare of our park flowers
has me in doubt.
For here in Danvers,
there’s just the one park,
and the flowers, there’s only
two: one yellow, one blue.
So we need to be diligent,
and learn the drill, ‘cause
Danvers Park & Recreation
( there’s only the one ) has a
slogan; now say it with me:
“In Danvers, NO flowers grow.”
Well look-it here, standing
bold as brass in the doorway
of our station, if it isn’t the
manager, Dithers Weaver!
Say Dith, it’s a real delight.
I’m just pleased as punch to
see you here gracing us with
your presence. What brings
You clear out here from
Beverly on such a friggin’,
I mean, frigid morning?
Oh, and hey Dith, can you
get me a large coffee, strong;
nothin’ in it but pure caffeine
please cause it’s colder than a
witch’s thorax in here. Thanks!
Okay, listeners, while Dith
is running his errand of mercy
for your Delilah, let me ask:
How ABOUT this weather, eh?
The long duration of the cold
can hardly be called a “snap”.
I mean, really. The hamster
who was in charge of running
the wheel of our heating
‘round here must be
pushing up daisies by now!
You peeps feelin’ me?
Oh speaking of which, here’s
Dith, back at last with your
Delilah’s penicillin in the
form of a cup of coffee.
Oh my stars, did you lose your
way to the break room, hon’?
You ran five blocks to
Pirouline’s? A sponsor!
How very supportive of you.
Oh but Dith dear, you’re
suddenly looking delicate
‘round the edges. Lie down on
the cot in the break room
while I go to station pause.
Mmm, this coffee’s good and
it’s still hot, how’d you do it?
Anyway folks, time for station
break while I warm up, and
we hear from Chopper Hal
with his drone up in Boston,
to give us a report on traffic
for tomorrow’s marathon.
Before we hook up with Hal,
we’ll hear from our alternate
sponsor about its weekend
clearance sale on furniture.
Don’t pass this up, you can’t
afford NOT to check it out
Favorite colors will sell out fast!
Pick up a divan before styles
& selections start to dwindle.
They’re simply divine!
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Anonymous
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D coded
As Day descends to eve, Do you Doubt or believe,
Daisies Dwindle to Nightsies?
Delicate Dryads dance delight
In arboreal Doorways defy the night
Dweomer glows defined as "lightsees"
Hair donned with fireflies and diaphonous lace,
They Drill like wormholes into each tree face
Dedicated to the days to come
Danvers wakes up in Mass,
Though grounded in an Irish past
Nocturnal Duration is done
And weary Sylvan creatures rest on a Divan of new clovers and waking daisies.
Daisies Dwindle to Nightsies?
Delicate Dryads dance delight
In arboreal Doorways defy the night
Dweomer glows defined as "lightsees"
Hair donned with fireflies and diaphonous lace,
They Drill like wormholes into each tree face
Dedicated to the days to come
Danvers wakes up in Mass,
Though grounded in an Irish past
Nocturnal Duration is done
And weary Sylvan creatures rest on a Divan of new clovers and waking daisies.
Written by Tardegrade
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Brother
decapitated daises
left in a trail from our doorway
to the barn
his intentions were not in doubt
just the execution
i had taught him the Fibonnaci sequence
when we were boys
0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8 ... infinity
he found great delight in knowing
that the frailty of any given flower's soft
and delicate petals
were wrapped in those numbers
so was the rigidity of a pine cone.
he thought we were unwrapping God's secrets
like the witches in Danvers did along the river
and in the woods.
he perfected his craft through drill
served the duration
then re-uped for another tour
and another
he stayed he said
to kill warlords
warlocks
and witches
the witches in the sand he said
wore black
same as those buried in our woods
except witches of the sand only show their eyes
in the barn
he had set up mama's old divan
so that i might sit and cry
he was thoughtful like that
he left a note as well
“Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven.”
― Arthur Miller, The Crucible
i sit
i cry
sunlight has begun its' escape
and hopes for this day begin to dwindle
so I'll wait for the stars
to cut my brother down
The Cost of Living
Session 1:
Radiation-eyed, that is
to say sun-eyed, beast-eyed.
In outer-space, astro
witnesses say moth, fuck.
Watch out for that mother.
It links between the air, all there
as the goods as in gaps.
Either fire or snow, it calms.
Session 2:
Your synapses- the chaos
in unseen influences.
Predetermined. We lie.
We lie on the divan.
Looking for the delicate clumps
that cut themselves, plopping
on the rug. Look at this
predetermined modernism.
Voyage the mothers
at the playground. Mesmer
the dwindle of bodies heading
home. It means bruises
of Danvers, D an vers…
D is an verse, cross out the n,
detraction, extraction meaning
the town guilty as Salem, g-u-i-lty
Session 3:
beyond stealing magic;
how dumb the daisies, worse
and worse, white abrasives,
yellow lemming, I’ll follow- I’ll follow-
How dovetailed is the duration
of light, saying happy and happy
and forgetting. Say I told you
so, how dare I insist on the mother,
Session 4-
this is not a drill. The screws
fall. Delight, de-lighted.
De as undone,
light as no more.
Session 5:
Cartwheels and the loosened floor
is the best, as good as it steads.
Doorways- the jamb, straddled
enjambment of invective,
the enjambment of no mother, love
and disappointment. Its prefect
a pajamas as rags, wiping foam.
Space men, the weathermen,
the prophets of doubt, what may
come- may not. Reports of shields-
optimized, reports of- now, pour.
half fantasy, half tissue, all thin.
Radiation-eyed, that is
to say sun-eyed, beast-eyed.
In outer-space, astro
witnesses say moth, fuck.
Watch out for that mother.
It links between the air, all there
as the goods as in gaps.
Either fire or snow, it calms.
Session 2:
Your synapses- the chaos
in unseen influences.
Predetermined. We lie.
We lie on the divan.
Looking for the delicate clumps
that cut themselves, plopping
on the rug. Look at this
predetermined modernism.
Voyage the mothers
at the playground. Mesmer
the dwindle of bodies heading
home. It means bruises
of Danvers, D an vers…
D is an verse, cross out the n,
detraction, extraction meaning
the town guilty as Salem, g-u-i-lty
Session 3:
beyond stealing magic;
how dumb the daisies, worse
and worse, white abrasives,
yellow lemming, I’ll follow- I’ll follow-
How dovetailed is the duration
of light, saying happy and happy
and forgetting. Say I told you
so, how dare I insist on the mother,
Session 4-
this is not a drill. The screws
fall. Delight, de-lighted.
De as undone,
light as no more.
Session 5:
Cartwheels and the loosened floor
is the best, as good as it steads.
Doorways- the jamb, straddled
enjambment of invective,
the enjambment of no mother, love
and disappointment. Its prefect
a pajamas as rags, wiping foam.
Space men, the weathermen,
the prophets of doubt, what may
come- may not. Reports of shields-
optimized, reports of- now, pour.
half fantasy, half tissue, all thin.
Written by yelluw_always
(Haley Quaquaversal)
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Late at Night
Get off your divans, get off your seats,
Listen to the story I’m about to tell,
Because late at night
When ghosts come out,
You’ll feel the fear of those old tales.
The town folk say you can hear voices,
Somewhere between St. Mary’s and Walnut Grove,
Late at night,
Like a delicate whisper in the wind
Without a doubt like echoes from a long time ago.
If you stroll down Sylvan St. between the cemeteries,
Don’t dwindle too much in your delight,
Because late at night,
Somewhere amid the trees and the daisies,
You’ll feel their presence standing in ghostly doorways.
This isn’t a drill, or some two bit story,
But they say that the duration of spirits are for centuries,
The burned souls of innocent young maidens,
Late at night,
Linger in Danvers just outside of Salem.
Get off your divans, get off your seats,
Listen to the story I’m about to tell,
Because late at night
When ghosts come out,
You’ll feel the fear of those old tales.
The town folk say you can hear voices,
Somewhere between St. Mary’s and Walnut Grove,
Late at night,
Like a delicate whisper in the wind
Without a doubt like echoes from a long time ago.
If you stroll down Sylvan St. between the cemeteries,
Don’t dwindle too much in your delight,
Because late at night,
Somewhere amid the trees and the daisies,
You’ll feel their presence standing in ghostly doorways.
This isn’t a drill, or some two bit story,
But they say that the duration of spirits are for centuries,
The burned souls of innocent young maidens,
Late at night,
Linger in Danvers just outside of Salem.
Omgosh, I got a "D" on my report card? Oh wait, in this case, that's a GOOD thing! I love participating in your alphabet series, MadameLavender!
And I thank you, all, who voted, and I thank you for the honor of the cup! Congratulations to my podium chum, Wally, and to everyone who joined in the fun!
See you all again in more alphabet adventures!
And I thank you, all, who voted, and I thank you for the honor of the cup! Congratulations to my podium chum, Wally, and to everyone who joined in the fun!
See you all again in more alphabet adventures!
