Long cinquain Poems

~ I Just  Thank  You    ~
( Cinquain )



~O~


By  You 
All things are made 
Brand-new my sweet Father 
In Heaven. You bring each day, Love 
Light, Hope. 


As  I...

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“Triggers”

  So, you are used to me writing poetry but today it’s more like my thoughts for others to read. I need to clear my head of these constant roller coaster emotions. Today was...

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Recruit Division

I never applied to join the Army, a nice man phoned me,
He said I was the type they liked, with a steel certainty,
Plus he happened to mention the nurses on the way,
And the simple...

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Why do I write poetry?
I am sure some people here wonder just why I do! 
For my poems were once described as ‘simple’
And to others they are a pile of old pooh

I have learned so...

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There is times in my life, that things seem Like nothing matters, when you wake up to darkness your eye's seem like nothing matters. Lightness is the strength of our mercy. We think everything around...

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Tis cold   		                              ...

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The chase!                                 ...

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A shaman priestess
Is deep in thought 
Engaged in Meditation 
on the fate 
Of the earth 

She is deep in the cosmic woods
In the world between worlds
Where she is communing
With the spirits of the universe
Who listen...

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AMERICAN CINQUAINS
Poems
in shapely form,
displaying syllables
or stresses in a versatile
refrain.
Created. by both Adelaide Crapsey & William Soutar

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT-a quintile(LINKED cinquains)
We had
met and conversed,
a rapport on first sight-
a chance meeting to a life's time
delight
that
Summer
evening silken,
long..an...

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Remember those LOVE tunes I sang to you?
Wait, I know we need to talk
Don't leave stay in my heart.
You know we both said things last time we wish 
We could take back

We don't need to...

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VIGNETTE FORM an example

In the base motor pool
See an off-limits card school-
A scheming Bilko takes the pot
Hoodwinking top brass was his game,
Fast talking his claim to fame.

Vignette=a 5 line light verse that tells a short...

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A month ago I fell into a kettle of soup that was hot.
Many chefs to stir the broth, and I've met quite a lot.
I grew curious about what made the soup so unique
So I thought...

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In the base motor pool
See an off-limits card school-
A scheming Bilko takes the pot
Hoodwinking top brass was his game,
Fast talking his claim to fame.



VIGNETTE-ALL OF A ZITHER

Across Vienna's old town
In a sewer underground,
They tracked down..Harry...

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Wednesday morning
October 28, 2015
9:19 a.m.
Kansas City, Mo
Stephen Becker pen name Brian Stoaks



                       ...

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M. T. 
is a grand name 
for a cute young lady 
but it will be a shock to all 
us men.

Trust me 
There are few things 
In this world more fearful 
Than to run smooth...

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“Thoughts of Purity”

Hanging by a thread; feet dangling like clothes flapping in the summer breeze
Look upon the little things below me ; everything is so tiny when you’re so high
Believing that being above all souls...

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all you serious, and formally  trained poets, please excuse my satire, but a guy 
born in Brooklyn NY, (me)- really gets a kick out of this somewhat pretentious 
classification system for something, to me,...

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“Pillow of Memories”


So long ago my heart beat for someone I loved more than myself
A whisper in the wind created smiles when she was not in my arms
Her heart was my heart and my heart...

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“Race to the Pillow”

Thoughts of love seem to secure my heart in webs of roses pedals and candy hearts
The feeling of love my hide from my heart but the thoughts of love keep my eyes...

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Boreas, God of the North Wind

Wind god
Boreas…god
Of Winter and North Wind
Swept down from cold northern mountains
of Thrake

He blew
 Cold icy gusts
Of breath from bloated cheeks
Hair and beard spiked with ice, wide mouth
Howling 

Sometimes
Seen as horse-shaped
Purple-winged...

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“No You”

Caught in a battle of wanting to be alone and wanting to feel how good love can feel
Stuck between what I want to do and asking the woman I love if she would like...

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Saturday evening
6:37 p.m.
October 22, 2016
Kansas City, Mo
Stephen Becker pen name Brian Stoaks


                 “Warmth of the Fire”


The wonder of happiness...

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from A, it goes to S,
the alphabet between are far, it cannot attached,
it is hard to compared,
but in time I do learn,
that my gentleman,
that my very nice man,
that my man,
are far too hold,
but in time,
i...

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December 12, 2015
11:43 p.m.
Kansas City, MO
Stephen Becker pen name Brian Stoaks


                        “It’s...

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Richard Lamoureux, I have you figured out,
   because I read some of your poems back to 2012,
      thirteen pages of penned beauty and soulful writes.
   ...

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