Long Counterpane Poems

The breeze broke free from cloud bonds above
And wove the meadow into a confusion of green
While the nearby stream talked in time trickling whispers,
And beneath her old stone moss misted bridge, wishes waited
In shadowed seclusion...

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With the gentle sound of rainy days
I do recall the games I played,
while home from school, and when fevers brewed
when I was sick, and clouds ensued
to turn my stay in bed for days

Hands soothed my...

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Stories all of 100
years old
Bribery And
Blackmail
They have to be
retold

Definitions of words
have surely changed
as Kilts And Reefers
are now explained.

Two Kinds Of Success
stories
That Work Both Ways
Stealing From Cities
and the Faithful
Toby way

No Poison In The
Wallpaper
is...

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* This is a form I created called “Cinqopet” - I hope you enjoy it. *

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oh why do you yet haunt me so?
your ghosts will never let me go
deep in the night...

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Gentle sounds of rainy days, 
   Cool dampness on a counterpane

The memory of my childhood years, beneath a quilt of poetry
    Stirs longing for that healing grace, that comes again...

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Little boy ill and in bed every day
couldn't join friends or go out and play.
Little lead soldiers marched on his bed,
many adventures whirled in his head.

The land of counterpane lay on the bed
his landscape sewn...

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Alas! A pandemic on earth;
Spread over the earth like a counterpane
And feasts with no respect for personality.
Has the end come?

What manner of pandemic is this
That humiliated the world powers
And buried the head of idolised humans?
Has...

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Courageous are those in smallest rooms
Who stare at darkness and wildly plan
How a meal for six can be made tomorrow
From what might not nourish one slender man

Courageous are the women who lie so still
The very...

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The Land Of Counterpane
Written by: Robert Louis Steveson

"When I was sick and lay a- bed
I had two pillows at my head
All my toys beside me lay
To keep me happy all the day"...Quoted..Robert Louis Stevenson

When I...

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Under the boughs, the blossom shower drifted 
downwards with the rain; 
time stood still, yet hour upon hour shifted 
the earth's moist counterpane. 
Taking the air, a breath of musing sang 
a hymnal melody; 
and...

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