VERSES
anyone can write; am i a poet? you decide
Monday, March 30, 2026
1387
Thursday, March 26, 2026
1386
Tangled in vines of thought
A yearning for season change
Buds on iron railings wrought
Cannot surffice her longing
For it is her garden of thought
Where future days are cropped
Already set to days that ought
Rejuvenate her fertile mindset
She's anxious to blossom sort
That trees may dress up oh so
Remorse loosens in vibes of thought
Tuesday, March 24, 2026
1385
A happy mixup - pelau,
True true trini food,
Just like our trini people,
This and That and The Other,
But really, a browned rice cookup,
With pigeon peas and meat.
Monday, March 23, 2026
1384
[image from google]
Dawn holds mystery of silence,
Based on what is known,
What is remembered,
What has not so long ago passed,
The sunset which slipped behind the horizon,
The silver linings to host,
A day moon before,
The raucous, of birdsong,
And my pen writing.
Thursday, March 19, 2026
1383
Good poets of dVerse
I salute you every one
Let's raise a glass
Let's make a toast
Enjoying words and phrases
Never tiring of clauses
Always willing to read
Come my fellow poets
Open your notebooks
Xanthic or weather worn
Wednesday, March 18, 2026
1382
Monday, March 16, 2026
1381
Eternal Day
Sun and moon destined to shine, in azure or obsidian skies. They know their times and stations. Whether super, full, or black, eclipse or otherwise. Tides and moods stringed to their events helplessly flow in following.
What of wars are they chimed in here too. Is war always inevitable? Must they always be at their appointed times. And what of peace, why can't we all, everyone, enjoy peace simultaneously.
It all belies, our existence; we wait, and are still denied. Or maybe, it is like day and night? Hours of light and hours of darkness? In one whole and eternal day.
Our existence; we wait, and are still denied.”
From
“Winter-Lull” by D.H. Lawrence
https://poets.org/poem/winter-lull








