Fix: quadrille #104

For d’Verse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/ and De Jackson at https://dversepoets.com/author/whimsygizmo/

Maybe it’s me

If I thought about you  
 
And how I’d fix your ways  
 
I’d start with all my visions  
 
Of you these past few days.  
 
Were you even happy?  
 
Did you say some grace?  
 
Maybe it is me needs fixin’ 
 
Here around this cold, dark place. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Quadrille: d’verse Poets pub

Here’s what to do:

  • Write a Quadrille : a poem that is EXACTLY 44 words long, not including the title.
  • And the poem itself must include the word “silly” or a form of the word (ie silly, silliness, silly-how).
  • Post the poem to your blog AND add the exact URL for your poem to Mr. Linky below.
  • REMEMBER to either TAG dVerse in your post, or include a link at the end of your poem that leads readers back to dVerse (https://dversepoets.com). https://dversepoets.com/2020/05/04/lighten-up-a-bit/

Super silly sammy

Super silly Sammy 
loved to take a bath. 
He loved to use his bubbles 
He’d count them using math. 

One day silly Sammy  
ran out of liquid soap 
He tried to use the bar kind 
but man, he couldn’t cope. 

Bar soap doesn’t bubble. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Close: Quadrille #101

d’Verse Pub is hosting: https://dversepoets.com/
Hey there, Poets-in-Residence! De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) here. It’s Quadrille Monday again (my favorite!)…when we pen poems of exactly 44 words (not counting the title), including one specific word provided.

Open your Heart

Close the door to sickness 
open your heart to appreciation. 

Close your eyes to pessimism 
open your heart to optimism. 

Close your mouth to negativity 
open your heart to positive thinking. 

Close your ears to bad news 
open your heart to faith and hope. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Magic: Quadrille 100

#Quadrille 100: Abracadabra! Where’s My Magic Wand? https://dversepoets.com/2020/03/23/quadrille-100-abracadabra-wheres-my-magic-wand/

My sign: I believe

I lay upon my bed 
wishing for a sign 
so I don’t have to feel alone 
or feel the misery of loss. 

I enter the garden  
I walk among the stones 
of those put to rest  
forever.  

Two Pileated Woodpeckers find me. 
My sign. 

©2020 CBialczak