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Determination Route by Negron, Nayda Ivette
Rain Dance by Sassy, Miss
Oh, Sun by Dietrich, Andrea
Charmed Five Lines Metaphors And Simile Envelope Quintet by Roper, Eve
This year - Scillian by Will, Dave
You'd Better Not Pout by Manassian, Eileen
Happy New Year by Callus, Paul
Over Ambition of Human by Dahal, Kamal Raj
No second glance by Thomas, Robyn
Memories on Branches by May, Joseph

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Dreamtime: flowers never bloom

I heard my name  from shadows spoke,
beyond the place called time

where thoughts begin, from deep within
where names have never been

It's there I found the driftless peace
upon the sunlit glen

far from the distant cloudless nights
where hope has never been

I felt the tears of morning dew
the Angels left for you

I'll shine a light upon your path
that sunrise never knew

Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2009

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Who walks into forever maudlin and seeking heights misplaced ?
What tortured memories, would mankind wish most undone, unsung?
When time's tide seeks to gather grace, with each painful thought displaced, 
Where fullness bursts, how happy will those emptied heart-holds be once wrung?
Why waste the gift of life seeking solace with such unbridled haste.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012

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Happy New Year

     At midnight, surrounded by those who are dear,
     Countdown is over; champagne has been chilled 
     The bells are now ringing...a Happy New Year!
     Bottles are popping, the glasses are filled
     We’re singing together with hugs and a tear.  

     Contest: A Quintain Christmas
     Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich

Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014

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A Reason to live

The flower opens its chalice
Of tender petals to the sun
Pleasant object of the bee's fun
Making sweet honey in this bliss
Each to know what life brings, a gift.

The lily fears not the outcome
When the time comes to open
And offer the world its essence
It only knows it to be a good one
Pleased even when it is plucked out.

The rose will not open until
It is encircled in sunshine warmth
It dances in the light, a force
Felt to its core, trusting its will
To be a delight, its reason to live.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright 05.13.11

Copyright © Caroline Cécile Delacroix | Year Posted 2011

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A Prelude

Shy is the February sun Above the frazzled fatherland However hearts are not undone Giving instead a warmer brand Holding one closer under the sun.
A prelude to Valentine's day.

Copyright © Caroline Cécile Delacroix | Year Posted 2012

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Rain Dance

On a crisp autumn afternoon,
Much to my stunned delight,
Storms clouds morph into monsoon
With jagged spears of light
And thunder cracks of doom.

Dancing in the storm’s eye
Fat raindrops bouncing all around
Afraid I will soon die
Trying hard not to drown
So happy I could cry.

After months of summer sun
Rivers and streams almost dry
Rain pounding like a drum
No chance of blue sky
Praying more rain will come.

Copyright © Miss Sassy | Year Posted 2015

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You'd Better Not Pout

I tell you, girl, it’s better not to pout
Some tasty treats I have for you in store
I'm Santa's helper with a member stout
Unlike poor Santa, I can give much more
I'm sure in bliss my name you'll scream and shout! 

For Andrea’s Quintain Christmas Contest
Sicilian Quintain contest written in Iambic Pentameter
January 2, 2015

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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This year - Scillian

The past year ended in burlesque
champagne oerflowing to the New.
Yet what next comes could be grotesque
if not for ancient scholars who
plot heaven's pathways at their desks.

Their charts of celestial gases
reveal the course of future time
find a path which safely passes
past Thesaurus and forced rhyme
bringing Quintain to the masses.

note - Iambic (mostly) tetrameter rather than pentameter 
but Quintain (Scillian) was the nearest form

Copyright © Dave Will | Year Posted 2015

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Charmed Five Lines Metaphors And Simile Envelope Quintet

Sunset sky was like a fiery red flame wistful touch on her hair with a sigh Warm, sweet smell of cinnamon apple pie A rose in my safe caress. Butterfly heavenly feelings as cupid took aim © 6/22/2015
Contest Name: Five Lines/ Metaphors And Simile Sponsor: Sara Kendrick Envelope Quintet 10 syllables a,b,b,b,a

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015

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Oh, Sun

Oh sun, I feel you underneath my skin. The heat you radiate amazes me. Your light, a precious gift, I stay within until you dip yourself beneath the sea, red glowing - signaling night to begin. For "The Answer" Poetry Contest of Skat My answer is inside this poem In honor of the sun that I adore!

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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Wonder when
the sun will break through
these clouds that have entered
the skies no longer blue
its favorite color.

Wonder when
these eyes will see through
the fog that has obscured
the light of the avenue
where love is discovered.

Wonder when
the tree will bear fruits
Have I given it enough water
enrich the soil enough for strong roots?
I see buds have sprung open.

And I know
the sky has not lost its blue
the soul sees even when the fog obscures
blooming foreshadows fruition, so it continues
what begins in love, never ends.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 08.12.11

Copyright © Caroline Cécile Delacroix | Year Posted 2011

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To Chase the Sunlight

Days of children's innocence
Have gone a shade of grey
By a society focused on the senses
Overpowering the need for spiritual higher grade
As self gratification has become its trend

Homes, empty, gone to silence
Parents gone to pursue their agenda
Children have become orphans
Rely on TV, movies, games for stamina
Where is Bora Bora, they have no notion.

Growing up with a new kind of parents
Holding in their hand, the remote control
Feeding on the degrading fashions and trends
Eating chips and exercising thumbs like robots
Can't spell a word, but can cuss at length.

It is high time to wake up
To this sad reality, with a world
That shows such terrifying stunts
That offer little hope to unfurl
Let us chase the sunlight before tomorrow's up.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright 05.07.11

Copyright © Caroline Cécile Delacroix | Year Posted 2011

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Goodbye and letting go

It's hard to go day by day, 
Remembering all you had to say; 
I think about you everyday, 
I thought of you teh most today. 

Missing you is a hard job, 
Loving you an easy job; 
Wanting to hold you tightly, 
Wanting to hear you talk softly. 

My heart breaks when I'm not with you, 
Sometimes I just don't know what to do; 
I can still remember that goodbye, 
Wish it wasn't the last bye. 

My memories fade slowly, 
Your face I hold dearly; 
Sometimes not clearly, 
Oh how I wish you were near me. 

I can write, 
I can cry, 
I can scream, 
I can forget, 
I can get mad at the world, 
No matter what I do, the pain gets worse. 

I'm sorry, 
But goodbye and letting go, are impossible.

Copyright © Natasha Thandie | Year Posted 2011

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The flame in contest combats the chill of the night
I see an old man in remembrance of his youth
his words gaped in jest if only to shroud life’s plight
scars of countless carnal lies a hub of untruth.
In the brazier raindrops snarl, routine so trite.

for my uncle, R.I.P

Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2010

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With your head on my lap, your breath falls deep.
My gentle fingers swirl and twirl your hair.
A hidden smile conveyed by your cheeks.
My hand then lowers to your face with care.
And beautiful eyes are now lost to sleep.

Copyright © Paul Stacey | Year Posted 2010

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Open the Floodgate's (I serve a living God) pt.2

{Serving a living GOD= Of all the insecure phenominals that has plague our citie's and
                                   brought much much saddness on our sister's and Brothers in our
                                    armed forces or abroad. The mercifulness of his power shall
                                   prove itself, over the forces of evil soon within the process of
                                   time. Don't let the predicament's of our Nation cause you to loose
                                    your mind.}

Poem: In a world that has gotten away from the tradition of living and respecting the his-
torical pentecostal effigy of what is written. To a wayward land of oppourtunistic individuals
that thrive's on doing what is forbidden. To a world that has polluted itself with addiction and
allienating the innocent and the tribulation from Nation too nation's. When someone can walk-
out of your life, "the saying of old is to let them go". But does one dare ask to debate of
this "living God" to "Open the Floodgate's, let it rain, rain in membranch of Hirroshema, 911
and Pearl Harbor and this man-made war in Afghanistan". Touching you spiritually, "let it
rain, of him who create's man from the grain of sand". Many times trying to hold onto some-
one or something that has gotten you away from a life of permissitive and impotent wisdom, 
has cause many of us to make decision's sommily on lust of the flesh.  "I come not to des-
troy but that you may have life and have it more abundantily, to set free, I shall return but 
do not wait. (The Lord spoke these words of Knowledge)
"Open the floodgate's", a living God would not tell you, take a loaded plane full of people's
and fly them into a building, so satin your present is "not up for debate". He has taken the
essence of time and the concept that shall never have to wait, in this world of no love.  He
will cause the sky to give way of the emnity that lie's in wait.
"Open the Floodgate's, let it rain - rain on the lost and the children's who needs to debate".

Copyright © John Streeter | Year Posted 2009

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All I Want For Christmas is .... Christmas

It disappeared, we gave it away.
I’d like to find it again, for sure.
A good old fashioned holiday,
one without the digital manure,
the hype and verbal foreplay. 

© 03 Dec 2010   Charles Henderson

Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2010

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Jonson's Ghost

The inn had gone to waste: I’d sold it off in haste.
Awaking in the gloom, as orbs lit up the room,
I recognised the ghost of Jonson, the old host.
I said, ‘I thought you’d come’ - and poured myself a rum.
He shouted, ‘Hey, you louse, how dare you sell MY house!’

Internal rhyme/slant rhyme

Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2011

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Forever and a Day

Each February brings that special chance,
One day a year to say the words of love,
Without a love to share the wined romance,
Instead I look up to the stars above,
While remembering days when we would dance.

Those nights I held you close, so close to me,
Or held your hand while walking by the shore,
Those times we were young and loving free,
Yet now each day means that I miss you more,
But when I close my eyes you’re all I see.

No day goes by without a thought of you,
Each morning brings that now familiar ache,
And skies never seem to be quite as blue,
For you, my heart, I can never forsake,
You are my words and ev’rything I do .

Each February brings that special chance,
One day a year to say the words of love,
I have a love to share divine romance,
When e’er I look up to the stars above,
And remember the time you and I danced.

Form: Sicilian Quintains

Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2012

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Positive Thinking

I will think positive so I can be,
To think of defeat means only to lose,
 So I shall think of how winning suits me,
And how I will live my life as I choose,
It’s all in my mind and my mind thinks free.

The power of thought, a wonderful thing,
My philosophy that lifts my heart high,
I believe in rainbows where bluebirds sing,
And if I want to, I can kiss the sky,
And it doesn’t matter what dark clouds bring. 

Form: Sicilian Quintrains

Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2012

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My Little Bird

I heard my little bird singing the breeze,
I heard her singing on a breath of air,
The air that slowly moves through forest trees,
The old, oak trees where initials declare,
Declarations made upon love’s high trapeze.

Old memories recalled again today,
Another day, another time, we knew,
I knew that bird song would echo my way,
The way a joyful song reminds of you,
The you that I hold dear in my heart to stay.

In memory of my little bird, Tash

RIP sweetheart!


Form: Sicilian Quintains

Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2012

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Nature's Superdome

There is no thing I have seen like the Florida sky,
Mushroom towers build on bulging dark pillows,
when storm clouds tumble o’er birds on the fly.
Haphazardly honed and shaped by front’s bellows.
Nature daily debuted for my beauty hungry eye.

written 7/10/11
(In Florida, a short afternoon thunderstorm 
in the heat of the day during Summer months
is almost a daily occurrence.)

Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2011

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No second glance

There I stood, barely nine
as he was taken in the light of day.
A prisoner of fate was I, given no sign,
to witness his limp body bruised lay,
yet as adult walked away from his shrine. 

There I stood, steeling my stance
for the sake of my silence
as children mocked, giving no chance.
From solitude I drew my resilience
and gave no second glance. 

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2014

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tell our fathers

They came and walked on this soil,
hands and feet shod in chains.
They marched through unending roads,
a highway of pain and sorrows.
The shackles of slavery burdened their souls.
They awoke each day,
with fears in their minds and prayers in their hearts.
They died with a song on their lips.
They passed on with a message of hope.
When you cross over the rivers,
tell our fathers that our chains are hungs as memorials.
We have stayed too long on the road,
we have finally reached our homes.
We are dinning in a large house with greatlights,
our children are walking happily on the streets,
the Nations stand in awe of us,
as they have become witnesses of what is possible.
Our gown of mourning has been torn,
we are clothed with a marriage gown.
Salvation has come with healing on its wings,
for our father's captivity is turned around.
If you hear us cry today,
if our tears fill your censers above,
think not that we are in chains.
for today our dream is born.
For we cry in our songs,
we cry in our prayers,
we cry through our smiles,
we cry because change has come.
We will teach our children this story.
The story of redemption.
Tell our fathers,
to sleep in peaceful bliss.
For though the struggle may continue,
 we know that victory is certain.

Copyright © ololade omololu | Year Posted 2009

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A different scene

Someone called for me Who? I cannot see An invitation to leave Not long, just a week Right where my son would be. Giving my hands I decided To join and help a team People I knew, people I didn't With my heart, I entered the scene A place that's different. A beautiful pine hidaway The tallest I've ever seen To the wind, the branches sway To cloudless skies, they reach Dancing their hearts away. Thousands of voices it seems Much commotion around the trees Not silence, but I'm warm, at peace I give you my hands, have no speech Tuned in to the concert of birds, wind, and trees. © CarolineCecile - 07.21.12

Copyright © Caroline Cécile Delacroix | Year Posted 2012