Best Quintain (Sicilian) Poems

Today I really feel it; I feel it in the air,
and even though I still can feel sun’s glow,
the breeze is blowing cooler through my hair.
Mr. Sun, your throne seems to be getting low
up there in September’s blue so fair.

Oh, Autumn, you are here now....

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These gold suffused August afternoons
The luxury of this lazy light
Sweetened beneath peach blossom moons
Wide dawn reclaims the narrow night
As the sun lifts on saffron balloons.

08/09/22

Just August contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich...

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those knots that wrench your gut belong to me
the terror in your eyes, yeah that's mine too
but soon my friend your death will set us free
when the guillotine severs you in two 
for heinous crimes against humanity 


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"Everything holds a tinge of beauty, something unique,
but not everyone recognizes something beautiful."
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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...

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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...

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When The Party Is Over

When the party’s over, the rising sun shines, with all eyes squinting
Make-up smeared on face’s, some have slimy snail skin
A woman waiting for a gent to light her cigarette, just hinting
Last thing she remembered the drink in her cup sink’n in
Alas...

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Autumn teases the last cinnamon leaves
clinging to branches with amber fingers.
Seasonal change awakens Nature's thieves,
a wafting breeze that doggedly lingers,
stripping trees bare; a scene that sadly grieves.

Fall sings in a rhythmic glissando voice
announcing it's time that she takes the helm.
We acquiesce, given no other choice.
She...

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Clement weather is often just my dream.
I don’t mind wispy white clouds way up high,
or marshmallow ones topped with whipping cream.
Alas, brooding nimbus are drawing nigh,
I yearn for azure skies and one sunbeam!

Raindrops fall, I hear them pitter-patter,
then hail stones bounce upon my brand new...

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My fate decays like dead moss on a tree.
Soft teardrops fall like leaves caught in a breeze.
My shadow still remains lost in debris,
as I reside in prison on my knees.
In darkness no light helps me find the key....

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Of writers and lovers of insightful poetry
Gathered under the imprimatur of Poetry Soup --
Delightful, inspirational, sometimes contrary 
With verses ranging from wildflowers to poop.

Something for everyone in these lofty environs
Even historical forays and pedantic endeavor
From sonnets to limericks,...

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I saw a wizard cast a magic spell.
Six dolphins jumped from the sea.
He asked me kindly not to tell.
They grew legs and danced with glee.
They really danced quite well.

He caught a wave in his hand, 
From one of the seven seas
He turned it into a...

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I’m like the rain, lamenting with despair.
I ache to feel the stars in golden skies.
My heart, a mirror cracked beyond repair,
it echoes hymns of grief in somber sighs,
like herbs of hurt, that moonlight will declare.  
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Picture a tropical paradise - faraway
Colorful leis of fresh fragrant flowers
Worn by  hula dancers that sway
Sandy beaches and leisure filled hours
Soft waving palms on a moonlit bay

This island where mountains reach down to the seas
You’ll be filled with Aloha wherever you go
Soothed by the...

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They quickly pass, the waning days more brief,
like love once shied beneath a garish moon,
expose the truths betrayed by Autumn's thief.
Infatuation always ends too soon ~
still tethered to the oak, a hopeful leaf...

for Andrea's "Half Past Summer" Contest...

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