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Breaking the Rules

It’s not about mercy
if your destination is Alcatraz

It’s not about rehabilitation
if you’ve ended up here on the Rock

Don’t plan to escape
if you try the dig, dash, and dive
you won’t be eating shark dinner
in San Fran by nightfall

You’ll be shark dinner

Best to avoid breaking the rules

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For the Poetics Prompt at dVerse Poets Pub today, Mish wants us to write a poem inspired by a sign. I chose the sign we saw while waiting in line to go on a tour of Alcatraz in San Francisco a couple of years ago. I’m glad I never had to spend hard time in a cell like the one below. Not that I’ve always followed the rules, but I never broke the ones that would land you here.

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A Storm of Doubt

Doubt blows through
a dust-devil of uncertainty
clouding my judgment

It’s hard to recognize
the truth in the storm
To believe the evidence
right in front of my face

One does not become
a contest finalist
if one cannot write

Still self-doubt rages on

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I missed the last Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub. But the given word—storm—has been swirling in my mind ever since. So, for Open Link Night, I’m putting off working on my memoir, which is a finalist in the Oregon Christian Writers contest, and writing a stormy Quadrille instead.

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Sounds of the Sound

Sitting on the bank of the Sound
I listen for the wonderful sounds
of nature all around

White-crowned Sparrows pour out song
Harbor porpoises splash along
Bald eagles soar high and strong
Sea otters cavort shores where they belong

My awe of God abounds

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It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub and Victoria wants us to sound-off with our 44-word Quadrilles that include some form of the word sound. I used two.

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Traeger Season

Traeger season. My favorite time of year. An entire meal cooked out on the deck either directly on the grill or in aluminum packets makes for quick easy clean-up. The scent of mesquite pellets wafts about the deck. I peel russet potatoes and cube them, spray Pam on a huge piece of heavy-duty aluminum foil, spread out the cubes, sprinkle with salt and pepper, and seal ‘er up. To make sure they’re crispy on the bottom, they go on the grill first. My favorite part is sitting in the sun snapping the fresh green beans. I add a little lemon juice, salt, and summer savory to this packet and put it on the grill after the potatoes have cooked about twenty minutes. Then last, but certainly not least, the rib eyes, bright red and perfectly marbled with delicious fat. Mmmm. I sprinkle both sides with Traeger Prime Rib Rub, the perfect steak seasoning (in my opinion). Then on the grill they go. I set the timer on the stove so I don’t get sidetracked and over cook them. Time has a way of getting away from me when I’m basking in the sun in my deck chair waiting for dinner.

Savory summer
Season of delightful foods
Sweet tranquility

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For Haibun Monday at dVerse Poets Pub today, Bjorn is hungry and looking for recipes. He wanted us to write about time in the kitchen, but my thoughts immediately went to cooking outside on my Traeger pellet stove. I’ve had a Traeger for years and could never go back to grilling over charcoal or gas. There is just something about that mesquite or hickory smoke that makes the food taste so delicious!

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Echoes of Peace

My fear rises
The verse echoes in my mind
Do not be anxious, pray, be thankful

Peace reigns in my heart

I see her fear
The verse echoes from my mouth
Do not be anxious, let’s pray, be thankful

Peace reigns in her heart

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Today is Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub where De is calling for our 44-word tomes that include some form of the word echo. Seemed appropriate to write something that had a bit of an echo to it.

So I went to read some other Quadrilles, and after 3 that seemed very, very long, it dawned on me that I’d written a 30-word poem instead of a 44-word poem. I guess 30 days of doing something does create a habit! I’ve fixed it now.

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Dying Slowly

If I’d been the thief on the cross
Dying next to Jesus last Friday
Today I’d be in His paradise
Instead of hanging here still
Dying a little each day

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Decided to share this melancholy poem as a postcard to the other side for De’s dVerse Poets Pub prompt today. Instead of a “wish you were here” it’s kind of a “wish I was there” postcard.

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Quadrille Cheating

Drizzling icing on a cake
seems a bit like cheating
but saves the frustration
of frosting pulling up bits of cake top
as the spatula slides along
layer to layer

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I cheated. For this to be a Quadrille, you must count these words, too.

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Hidden

Hidden pain buried deep
Terrible secrets to keep

You can never let anyone see

That’s the lie I once believed
Mired in fear my heart grieved

Truth set me free

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Sharing for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub. Head over and read some other great poets.

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I’m Not a Pirate

A pirate’s eye patch
I won’t wear
Strap a peg toe on me
You shant dare

You think it’s funny
I don’t
Laugh all you will
Said Roman, I won’t

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At dVerse Poets Pub today, Lillian is calling for a little anthropomorphism. I had to make mine 30 words in keeping with my self-imposed National Poetry Month challenge. This poem is what I imagine my dog Roman’s reaction is to my son’s suggestion that we dress him as a pirate for Halloween. The poor dog only has one eye and recently had to have a toe removed due to a tumor.

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Hot Air

Her ego filled the room
like hot air fills a balloon

If only she’d jump in the basket
and float up, up and away

Spare me from her know-it-all
contradictory statements

But alas, she does not
so I smile and nod
planning my escape

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I missed the last Quadrille Monday because I was focused on getting a writing contest entry done. The entry is done and submitted so I decided I had time today for 44 words. The Quadrille Monday prompt at dVerse Poets Pub this week requires the word “balloon” to be included in our 44 word poems. This is what I came up with.

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