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Lover (Cinquain)
Lover
Sensual, Trusting
Caressing, Enticing, Exciting
Fulfilling my every desire
Dream
Sensual, Trusting
Caressing, Enticing, Exciting
Fulfilling my every desire
Dream
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Posted: Sep 2012
About this poem:
Trying a new format, a Cinquain, this is what came of my first attempt.
Night Light
A crow,
black's darkest hue,
jet wings aflame with night,
obsidian and ebony,
lit, here.
black's darkest hue,
jet wings aflame with night,
obsidian and ebony,
lit, here.
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
I was playing with words here to build a picture.
Cinqain Chain About Spring
It's March
stalks push through dirt
winter is over- snow gone
tendrils grow tall- first spring flower
tulips
April
college kids home
lots of people- loud noise
hanging out late, just having fun
spring break
May makes
the flowers bloom
daisies, violets, blue-bells
flowering dogwoods in full bloom
pretty
June brings
kids home from school
pool-parties, barbecue's
long days spent tanning at the beach
relax
stalks push through dirt
winter is over- snow gone
tendrils grow tall- first spring flower
tulips
April
college kids home
lots of people- loud noise
hanging out late, just having fun
spring break
May makes
the flowers bloom
daisies, violets, blue-bells
flowering dogwoods in full bloom
pretty
June brings
kids home from school
pool-parties, barbecue's
long days spent tanning at the beach
relax
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Posted: Mar 2012
About this poem:
syllable count for each stanza 2 4 6 8 2 - hope you enjoy it.
Hand Out
Ups and downs of loving
we all do surely know
but friendships shared
have, too, a gentle
ebb and flow
When you are down,
above with spirits high
someone may well be seen
but also beneath can be found
a friend with their deep sigh
Spirits rise, spirits fall
as day to day we go
Just look around
we are always here
of this our lives do show
Shoulder-to-shoulder
footsteps help track time
sharing laughs and tears
some walk with us, both
under clouds and in sunshine.
In any direction is
a friend to reach, no doubt
Remember, then, when spirits flag
to give, grab life and hope
Just stretch your hand out.
we all do surely know
but friendships shared
have, too, a gentle
ebb and flow
When you are down,
above with spirits high
someone may well be seen
but also beneath can be found
a friend with their deep sigh
Spirits rise, spirits fall
as day to day we go
Just look around
we are always here
of this our lives do show
Shoulder-to-shoulder
footsteps help track time
sharing laughs and tears
some walk with us, both
under clouds and in sunshine.
In any direction is
a friend to reach, no doubt
Remember, then, when spirits flag
to give, grab life and hope
Just stretch your hand out.
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Posted: May 2011
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Woman {Cinquain style}
Woman
Female, mate
Charming, tender, loving
Memories of sweet nights
Lover
Female, mate
Charming, tender, loving
Memories of sweet nights
Lover
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Posted: Jul 2011
Post CommentNew Balance
Some weeks hence, we walk
against hunger, yet again
Able only to feed too few, we gawk
at starvation that does remain.
Yet, we step out while others talk.
Low wages mark the underpaid
as entitlement lingers in the air
no longer American made
luxury cars, trucks, SUVs everywhere
traveling down the roads we pave.
What’s important no longer seen
View, blocked by ostentation
asphalt paving over dreams.
What should be our destination
Garmin is left to glean.
Not living up to what was taught
in crossfire of privilege and comfort’s stride
soldiers and other innocents caught
in our pool of arrogance and pride
drown in suffering we have wrought.
As we strip her, Mother Earth cries
her jewels and liquid gold lost.
By consuming fossil fuels, lives
not stopping to weigh the cost,
we consume; someone else dies.
Once adorned, her soul now leery
frictions made from rubbing deep
pressures building, eyes made bleary
release destroys, hearts skip a beat
reshaping the whole world weary.
War breaks into pieces, fears,
and, with tsunamis and quakes,
transform body water into tears.
On cusp of spring dawn awakes
as the aching heart perseveres.
Daily, aftershocks move each quad.
New balance remains the goal.
Rumblings, movement, the hand of God
pressuring the pen to play its role
before action from the divining rod.
Toe, far from the beating heart,
wears its new armor against wounds
poor planning causes from the start,
hopes not to be called upon too soon
to sacrifice itself, to split apart.
So, lovingly wrap your toes
with lamb’s wool and extra hope
push forward as the sneaker goes
walk 20 miles into future’s scope
searching for paths only truth knows.
against hunger, yet again
Able only to feed too few, we gawk
at starvation that does remain.
Yet, we step out while others talk.
Low wages mark the underpaid
as entitlement lingers in the air
no longer American made
luxury cars, trucks, SUVs everywhere
traveling down the roads we pave.
What’s important no longer seen
View, blocked by ostentation
asphalt paving over dreams.
What should be our destination
Garmin is left to glean.
Not living up to what was taught
in crossfire of privilege and comfort’s stride
soldiers and other innocents caught
in our pool of arrogance and pride
drown in suffering we have wrought.
As we strip her, Mother Earth cries
her jewels and liquid gold lost.
By consuming fossil fuels, lives
not stopping to weigh the cost,
we consume; someone else dies.
Once adorned, her soul now leery
frictions made from rubbing deep
pressures building, eyes made bleary
release destroys, hearts skip a beat
reshaping the whole world weary.
War breaks into pieces, fears,
and, with tsunamis and quakes,
transform body water into tears.
On cusp of spring dawn awakes
as the aching heart perseveres.
Daily, aftershocks move each quad.
New balance remains the goal.
Rumblings, movement, the hand of God
pressuring the pen to play its role
before action from the divining rod.
Toe, far from the beating heart,
wears its new armor against wounds
poor planning causes from the start,
hopes not to be called upon too soon
to sacrifice itself, to split apart.
So, lovingly wrap your toes
with lamb’s wool and extra hope
push forward as the sneaker goes
walk 20 miles into future’s scope
searching for paths only truth knows.
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
Started in 1969, "Project Bread's Walk for Hunger is the oldest continual pledge walk in the United States and the largest annual one-day fundraiser to alleviate local hunger in Massachusetts."Poetry (Cinquain)
Poetry
Inspirational, Sentimental
Provoking, Illuminating, Devoting
To express creatively in writing
Verse
Inspirational, Sentimental
Provoking, Illuminating, Devoting
To express creatively in writing
Verse
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Posted: Mar 2011
Post Commentperhaps AWARE should be the word BEWARE ~freecee!~
AWARE DOESN'T MEAN I CARE
so it's like i'm hanging out at a bar one night
and I met Nadine under the neon light
we had a very nice conversation and i thought being friends was alright
but she had another agenda so as to hide from the bright
oh yes, says she, and commands with such conviction
and then her leaving without saying goodbye made fiction non-fiction
because i thought she and me might be friends the way it was meant to be
her to ease the pain of losing the closest one to me
and i to help her when help be her plea
but you see one must see past the flaws of an ex-friend
except when they're not willing to flex or to bend
one day I thought we were friends the next i was grieving
because that's what i aways do when a friend doesn't say she's leaving
(c) 2011 (as if this has to copywritten, it's only to one unforgiving, oblivious and heartless soul who found a way to have a falling out for a reason sshe caused in the first place.....twice.....poets are supposed to have soul enough to say "hey, i did make it seem like we were friends and then took off without a word, maybe he had a reason to feel abandoned, betrayed and all by someone who wanted his help as well...maybe it's easier to say "I enjoy living alone" than iit is easier than to say, "i wish i had someone to live the rest of my life with, but maybe I keep
making the same damned mistake. some people never become AWARE!
~free!~
so it's like i'm hanging out at a bar one night
and I met Nadine under the neon light
we had a very nice conversation and i thought being friends was alright
but she had another agenda so as to hide from the bright
oh yes, says she, and commands with such conviction
and then her leaving without saying goodbye made fiction non-fiction
because i thought she and me might be friends the way it was meant to be
her to ease the pain of losing the closest one to me
and i to help her when help be her plea
but you see one must see past the flaws of an ex-friend
except when they're not willing to flex or to bend
one day I thought we were friends the next i was grieving
because that's what i aways do when a friend doesn't say she's leaving
(c) 2011 (as if this has to copywritten, it's only to one unforgiving, oblivious and heartless soul who found a way to have a falling out for a reason sshe caused in the first place.....twice.....poets are supposed to have soul enough to say "hey, i did make it seem like we were friends and then took off without a word, maybe he had a reason to feel abandoned, betrayed and all by someone who wanted his help as well...maybe it's easier to say "I enjoy living alone" than iit is easier than to say, "i wish i had someone to live the rest of my life with, but maybe I keep
making the same damned mistake. some people never become AWARE!
~free!~
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
BECAUSE JUST I DIDN'T DESERVE WHAT I GOT AND CAN'T GET MY JUST DESSERTStruth
truth
honesty frankness
refreshing needful valuable
spotless as pure as snow
truth
honesty frankness
refreshing needful valuable
spotless as pure as snow
truth
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Posted: Aug 2010
Post Commentpeople
PEOPLE
ESSENCE FLESH
SPIRIT IMMORTAL RESIDING
SPIRIT LIVING A IN BODY OF CLAY
people
ESSENCE FLESH
SPIRIT IMMORTAL RESIDING
SPIRIT LIVING A IN BODY OF CLAY
people
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Posted: Aug 2010
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