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Fiscal Shrike

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Butcher Bird,
they’ve called you.
Lanius collaris.
Jackie Hangman.
You wear your
taxman gown
with pride.
Using acacia spikes
you pepper the trees
with your prey,
turning the bushveld
into a Christmas wonderland,
brightly coloured locusts
littering limbs.
Your pantry,
Mr Shrike,
is full.

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Fiscal shrikes (Lanius collaris) are some of my favourite birds.

I have been away from pen and paper for far too long.  Thank you for the Quadrille prompt at dVerse, hosted by De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo). A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words and today’s word is “spike.”

Why don’t you try and take a stab at it!  🙂

 

Ingratitudo

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We prayed
(falling on knees,
beating chests)
for water.

We cried
as Sun
scorched earth
and
siphoned dams.

We begged
when taps
ran dry.

RAIN!
Send RAIN!

Then
in subsequent torrents,
we cursed clouds
and
shook fists at dirty skies
for
too
much
rain.

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Kim suggests writing a Quadrille (44 word poem) at dVerse today using the word “rain.”

We are still on water rationing, but heavy rainfall over a two day period last week caused major flooding.

Patience

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Life —
keeps kicking me around,
pushing me down,
handling me pickles on a silver plate,
telling me:
“You’re always too late!”

But I can wait,
‘cuz like rubber
I just bounce back up,
filling this cup
drop by drop
till it’s all filled up.

 

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It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse.  (A Quadrille is a poem of 44 words – not including the title.)  De is hosting today and she asked us to use the word bounce.

Simeon

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Like a spirited pup
awaiting liberation of the stick,
so this ancient heart
did leap about ungainly.

Frightening to witness the promise breathing,
To hold eternity in trembling hands!

Take me home, for I have seen light and glory.
Silence now this erratic beat.

 

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It is a new year and time for Quadrilles (a poem in 44 words) over at dVerse.  Today Grace has given us the word “leap.”
The text for yesterday’s service was taken from Luke 2 and I am inspired to walk through 2018 with “Simeon” faith.
May this New Year be one of fulfilment and truth.

Tight Grip

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Your open smile and cloudless eyes
convict
and the granite fist
clenched behind my back
comes around.

Exposed
I want to let go
but cannot move.
With hesitant permission
you peel away the fingers.

This now empty hand
you fill
with laughter
and love.

 

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Victoria is today’s hostess over at dVerse where she is serving up QUADRILLEs, poems of exactly 44 words each, and challenges us to reflect on the word OPEN.  Join in!

perspective

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The sun cracks heavy grey clouds,
rushing to spill dazzling light
through the frosty window,
puddling it over carpet.
It catches a solitary tear
on a fuzzy earthbound cheek,
and
suddenly
sets the room on fire
with brilliant
reds
oranges
yellows
greens
and blues.

 

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De was tending the Monday bar at dVerse and “spill” was the word we were to include in a 44-word Quadrille.

Hot and Sticky

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quad breeze big

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Bjorn is tending the bar today at dVerse.
He’s looking for quadrilles (exactly 44 words excluding the title) using the word “breeze” somewhere in the body of the poem.

This is what the word “breeze” blew up in my head.  🙂
I’m afraid I had a little fun with the words.

Beggars Can’t Tango

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Curiosity killed the midnight oil.
You look a bit green around the bush
barking up the grapevine.
You need a taste of eggs in one basket.
A picture paints a grain of salt
once in a silver lining.
It takes two to be choosers.

 

 

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Today at dVerse Grace is serving up Quadrilles.
The challenge:  write a Quadrille (a piece of 44 words — no more, no less — the title doesn’t count) using the word GREEN.

Can you figure out this funny piece?  🙂

 

 

Ever-Laster

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Ever-Laster
was I,
perpetual Double Dutch rope-turner.

Lovely Louise said
because I knew the rhymes so well.

Kind Katy said
because I turned the rope so well.

Truthful Trudy said
because I couldn’t skip rope to save my life.

Trudy was right.

 

 

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It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse.  
Toni’s invited us to write a 44-word poem and use the word “skip.”
You’re invited to play along!

Golden Ratio

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Round and round the universe
the Pattern-maker plays,
using magical motifs
in the mighty Milky Way.

From nautilus shells to galaxies,
pinecones to monsoons,
Fibonacci saw the sequence
Pythagoras heard the tune.

And Watson discovered it in the twist of DNA:
the Maker’s fingerprints.

 

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It’s Quadrille time at dVerse.
“Choose TWIST as a noun or verb.
The word must be included in your poem which will be exactly 44 words
—no more, no less.”

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