Best Quintet Poems
Word Quintet in C Major
By Stark Hunter
Open the door my friend,
Climb on in,
Join me here in this relentless caravan,
This unstoppable, this incontrovertible,
this inexorable movement,
To the depths of the dry gulf.
Join me here my friend,
In this annihilating armada,
This incontrovertible migration,
This inexorable swarm
To the watery crossroads of the dry places,
To the liquid asphalt of insipid time!
I stare at you from across the room here.
I stare and gawk and hawk at you,
And I feel the pelting rain of desire.
You look good over there, sitting
With beautiful gleaming crossed legs.
“Sorry, beg your pardon,
I say, but have we not met before?
Did we not share beers on the Terrace of Tyre
At sunset?
Did we not tell each other stories,
Old stories of love and betrayal and heartbreak?
At sunset?
Did we not look away from each other,
When stories of new love suddenly emerged,
As with a new sunrise?”
My friend, there is no
Escape from this throbbing hole, no
Escape from this cold numbing wind,
This whirlingly insane wind
Of cold blasts of killing ice.
And I ride here
Ride like a sweating Sultan,
Astride the mighty beast of Tyre!
Perched high in rich raiment,
I wave to the multitudes
I send a salute to the throng!
I ride shotgun here
Ride nice and easy
Like a tanning garçon on his off day,
Like a sitting trog waiting wistfully,
Waiting waiting for gams not intended for him.
My friend, the world turns and turns,
It turns today and tomorrow,
It will turn as the river turns in spring,
It will turn as a woman’s heart turns,
When eyes that once stared ahead, now look away.
It will turn my friends because it has to!
Riding, Riding, Riding….
Downhill now! The insane wind
Assaults me. Harasses me. Accosts me.
It presses its loose lips upon my face,
It seeks the mad blood of passion!
“Let us calm ourselves
Reassure ourselves
That all is right and as planned.
Let us all look at one another!
Let us all nod in agreement!
The days ahead will manifest themselves,
Transfigure themselves,
As blooms upon the water lilies.
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
BUTTERFLIES
Butterflies, in danger, realise,
and many have already gone extinct!
They could not adapt to climate warming. •
The Wallbrown lost in my local precinct. /
How many more before we realise? /
Pollution takes no sides, kills lives! /
I care, “Do you”, I'm asking? /
Think about it while your basking! /
For climate warming now decides! /
Butterflies are not the only ones so?/
What to do to make things as was? \
Well, think about not polluting now! \
We have to stop it, yes somehow! \
Don't live in denial because \
time is running out for many species. \
Nothing has ever been more distinct \
Nature's been screaming many a warning! \
Not yet in the red, fast moving from pinked! •
Come on before all life dies, let's get wise!
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Butterfly Quintet
didactic
This is the definition of a Butterfly Quintet, the form was created by Amanda Jean Norton
Stanza 1 is Iambic Pentameter rhyming abcbd
Stanza 2 is Iambic Tetrameter rhyming effe
Stanza 3 has 2 lines of Iambic Trimeter, Enveloped by 2 lines of Iambic Pentameter
The rhyming words are the same words in each set EGGE
Stanza 4 is Iambic Tetrameter rhyming hiih
Stanza 5 is Iambic Pentameter rhyming abcbd
The thunder pounded in the night,
impending storm, a tension felt.
The darkness trembled with delight
as clouds protruded like a welt,
and air with trepidation dealt.
The thunder pounded in the night,
and lightning flashed across the sky.
The anxious night was glowing bright;
anticipations running high
as lovers gazed into their eyes.
The thunder pounded in the night,
and rain came pouring from above.
The room was heavy with storm’s might
as gale force winds gave pair a shove
while yielding to this night of love.
The thunder pounded in the night;
their bodies now as one conform
with passion burning, fires ignite.
But now a calmness starts to form,
yet calm is just the eye of storm…..
January 9, 2019
Summer has quickly come and gone
you can smell the Fall in the air
tomorrow will bring a new dawn
look around, trees are going bare
Fall jackets, people start to wear.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Sept.24/2013
I figured I would try something different (as always), with the different poetry styles that I have. I think I'll be doing many more of these ones.
You struggle with right and wrong
I watch and worry so
With prayers I helped along
Now time for me to go
Who will pray when I am gone
The Frog, Translation of Etiemble’s quintet: La grenouille by T. Wignesan
(This quintet rhymed: ababc might in its propos -
perhaps in its imagery and allusion - be based on some family history involving the tragedy
over a son and the subsequent adoption of a daughter. If I’m wrong I offer my profoundest
apologies in advance.)
Lime-stuck last night by the frozen water of the pond,
frog boxed in glass window fending off thickening waters,
it’s our naked daughter, heart of cold gold, shivering
recumbent statue hardened: withstanding the rigours of
our wars:
stuck the other night by the cold of its/her times.
This’s our hardened son who plays the frog and to
himself lies,
caresses sharks, courts a female cosair
puts trust in spurious air which entices and captures,
flimsy trapped game strangling us by the collar,
frogs petrified by the fright of our times.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
The temporary altar, Translation of Etiemble’s quintet: Le reposoir by T. Wignesan
For us
As for me, I have renounced the noxious vault
where the other life child concealed a father
whom he had sometimes betrayed his mother
who took him for someone else
the baby she sensed to be a clone.
For you, I have renounced the death mask
which earlier on I yearned leaving on this earth,
baked dust. Pride? But tomorrow you wander about
looking for me in this me, void of feeling,
i‘d rather leave nothing: all: my image in you.
For you, I have renounced the common grave
where, in me, eponymous heroes mortify themselves.
Pride of another kind – hero and zero, these rhyme! –
which provoked me to disown my verse thanks to theirs
in swarms: for you, my passing is not news in brief.
For you, I have renounced the morgue’s formalin:
life lingers on in me as a Sorgues medic
glides me in a body-bag after the great organs
of the death mass. I’d hardly serve to
disgorge your viscera live, and dead, to undo you.
For us, I’ll burn in a crematory oven:
not love’s fires which burnt their poems:
not loves gone cold which had me in thrall
-the floodtide of sperm and blood, mixed with anathemas-,
but of wood and for you. Death, where’s your victory?
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Tracks of the cross hid from sight
The blood that shed dust now blend
Nails of iron frail and light
Wood has rot as wood does tend
Breath of Christ alive in the wind
Five mice form a quintet and sing their heart song.
Many brides hear them and sing right along.
Pretty soon they are making money with their happy tune.
Their sense of music and style is giant, over the moon.
They make a business out of it and become quite a hit.
Have you heard this orchestra? Asks one little chit.
I like them forever, they are truly terrific, says a mouse, lit.
They are now being wedding planners- they sing, dance and flit.
Word Quintet in E Minor
Too many tan hearses cruise down my street in 1963
Too many grieving souls cry shattered tears here.
Green throbbing lawns ruminate like grazing cows.
Red-bricked chimneys stand erect in the tall wind.
You and I have footsteps to take as we smell gladioli in 1968.
You look sporty wearing a white skirt and cashmere sweater.
I sit on a bench in the morning sun talking about rutabagas,
As you arrive holding a white tennis racquet made of catgut.
She and I grapple the monkey bars with orange drinks in 1962.
The green ocean of expansive grass lay beneath motionless as ice.
Thoughts of quiet summer shade subside into a lazy sun-drenched day.
Afternoon tides melt into the memory of days spent on a cool porch.
You and I are eating amidst the others as they talk trivialities in 1969.
You are sitting close to me wearing a tight-fitting dress with buttons in front.
We’re eating veal cutlets with mashed potatoes under a hanging light pendant.
The traffic outside is oblivious of our plans to make out wildly after dessert.
Too many tan hearses drive away from my street in 1964.
Too many funerals for the quietly erudite and the boldly afraid.
Green carpeted graveyards yawn with ennui in their insistent desiccations.
Old men with canes totter over star-lit graves behind rusted barbed wire.
PHRASIS V1
How different the voice,the tone
this tendency,sceptical despondency
only too plain.Wild hopes,extravagant
impatience,decided preference made
manifest,turns aside from the world
and thinks pity,pathos and pious
resignation.Privileged invalids,such
moping minstrels,utterly unhappy
‘cradle to grave’ see only their superior
sighs.A wave of disillusion,of doubt,
misgiving in abstract wisdom permeat
every utterance and infiltrates every stratum
of thought ,in this sorrow of genius.
From Alfred Austin- The Bridling of Pegasus
Listen to me recite this phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
The sea is angry,
The winds echo her screaming;
The hurricane comes…
Torrential waves
Carry furry to the shores:
Fragility doomed…
Island paradise,
Poised and ready for combat;
Nature’s sad beauty…
Juxtaposition,
Nature canvassing herself:
Springtime hurricanes…
The calm sea rippling;
Lifeless bodies float ashore
The storm moves…
My Dearest LENORE
My HEART and SOUL Miss YOU so
I await my Death
I Await My Death
No one here, to shed a tear
Only YOU MY LOVE
Kisses I have missed
YOUR Beauty known in HEAVEN
PRAY YOU wait for me
For 36 Years
YOU have ALWAYS owned my HEART
Soon Togetherness
My only BELOVED
ALWAYS Together--one SOUL
For ETERNITY
Inspired by “ PROFESSOR “ Joseph Spence who taught
Me the difference between a Senryu and a Haiku
Senryu--- about people or a person Haiku--- about Nature
Dedicated to Christine Wessels Hope this helps YOU Write
YOUR first HAIKU, I look Forward to reading IT
Today, strum music rifts!
Sound, alive, dance, enjoy!
Today feels happy, lifts
you're poems final envoi.
Shush, quiet, sound shift.
Quite clear, noted cants!
Heard... monks arise... chant!
Folks enjoy life's short
trips, learn, catch today,
stark facts ensue... abort...
you're final peace... delay!
Fears you'll often court!
Quite clear, noted cants!
Heard... monks arise... chant!
Peace stops hates' rants!
Truth, allow... makes peace.
Order hates... cease!
Quite clear, noted cants!
Heard... monks arise... chant!
PEACE