Misguided, or: Missiles

A limerick No to Russia's indefensible war! No to those thieving, barbarous corps! No, Mister Putin, No matter Kremlin spin, We know full well that Ukraine isn't yours! d'Verse poetics: No! Vember At d'Verse, writers were encouraged to either: Take a line from the poem 'November' by Thomas Hood and use it as springboard for… Continue reading Misguided, or: Missiles

Space cadet, or: Cosmonaut

A 'Septolet' Putin avoids accessing the Internet. Putin's bodyguards collect his feces when he travels abroad. Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.

Playgrounds, or: Battlegrounds

A 'Septolet' A Russian missile hits a Ukrainian playground. Putin declares: "No regrets about Russia's actions." Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.

President, or: Pope

A 'Septolet' President Xi withholds public support for Putinโ€™s war. Pope Francis supports providing Ukraine weaponry. Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.

Fireworks, or: Ferris wheels

A 'Septolet' Russian soldiers fleeing for their lives. Putin inaugurating new Ferris wheel; fireworks over Moscow. Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.

Bogged down, or: Stability

A 'Septolet' Ukrainian forces bog down Russia's military offensives. Russian mass mobilization would destabilize Putin's government. Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.

Whispered prayers, or: Legions

Poetry Partners #83 'When You Choose War' a poem by Rosemary McMahan of 'Spirit Reflections' ... you cannot stop the Lenten roseโ€™s pale white blossoms from unfurling nor can you command the pink-tinged buds of tulip trees to fold inward. When you choose war, know that the grass still greens in spring, the titmouse seeks… Continue reading Whispered prayers, or: Legions