Long Quintain (sicilian) Poems
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Ask an ocean cliff diver, eager and daring,
How thrilling it is, the ascent and air diving,
The arms stretched wide, like wings fluttering,
Plunging into the depths, like a whale's splash echoing,
But without courage, mere fantasies we will be sharing
Ask a ground squirrel, scurrying through its maze,
With nuts in its grasp, the squirrel sets new aims,
The eagle above, watching its playful ways,
Squirrel is unfazed by perils or ominous claims,
For courage triumphs, dispelling fear's haze.
Courage stands tall, unknown’s fear it defies,
Confidence soaring, reaching goals in a story,
Finishing duties, victory within its eyes,
Building self-esteem, forging a path to glory,
Let darkness not prevail, let courage arise.
Thin petals shine like rubies on a radiant plain,
solar flares are congregated in votive candles.
Vowed to gleam, regardless of the morning rain,
ambiguity was minimized by sunrise anvils.
In the gloom, the mist vanishes, executing a sane.
As the roots expand, the sprouts grow in kind,
we will apply a dome to secure it from rainfall.
We admire them when they finally grow up and bind,
perceiving our trees naked, we bear the sprawl,
returning to the ancient oak, they are to remind.
Oh, Moon, relax as you quietly fade out of sight,
an Arc of vivid sapphire hues, an Airy-haven Edenic.
The stars vowed to keep the night sky bright,
nature, your brushwork is vibrant and scenic.
Venus nodded as the moon flickered at her site.
Written: October 08, 2022
THREE STANZA POEM IN QUINTAIN (SICILIAN) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
My yesterdays soon fade into the past
Where hurts and grief become interred below
Like poisoned seeds so casually cast
They spread their roots within the mind and grow
And new days bloom from seedlings of the last
Yet here within this graveyard of decay
Where healing rains could fall and sun would shine
I walk through barren fields shadowed in gray
And curse the bitter fruit upon the vine
Yet keep the buried past alive today
No! Purge regrets that haunt my memory
Whose bony fingers scratch upon my heart
That whisper poisoned lies so honestly
Release them into words, in song or art
So they will find no place to live in me!
10/15/22
THREE STANZA POEM IN QUINTAIN (SICILIAN) Poetry Contest
Bay Area Nigh December
A tryst on a San Francisco trolley
that exhibits penchant amidst a glance,
for 'tis wintry time launch all, too jolly
save two turtledoves, culled cooed romance
left in steep devotion, neglects folly.
Atone solemn occasions ere chapel
doors left open, soul worshippers pass stained
glass multicolored figurines, dapple
its windows amidst Christmasy lights, trained
eyes in wonder, gulp an adam's apple.
Snowflakes patterned distinctly, blankets bare
grounds painstakingly, changing verdant green
to an achromatic dressed whitewash wear,
rotating perspective picturesque scene
consistent seasons shift that we now fare.
The Golden Gate bridge, waning its glit of
citrus rising, squirting into blind eyes
forced to shades, now visibly shone 'twas love
delicate trace of your countenance guise
as it chalks a blackboard wrote from above.
2020 November 14
*8th Place*
Quintain-Sicilian
~~Emile Pinet
I sit by the slipping sun along glistening shores that stun
Where my soul melts with age and gratitude
Languidly drowning in depths of sanctity and devotion
In the reminiscent ocean of its content and latitude
Such as this in the heat of the afternoon sun
Slowly dripping into the western sea-sky
With the fullness of its scope and splendor
Touching my eyes that ponder and wonder "Who am I?"
Within this point of light where my heart surrenders
To be as this in the heat of the afternoon sun that dies?
And as the warmth fades from view and is done
Surging oceans of memories swell like waves before me
Then part away like darting seabirds high in their run
As my heart is released still burning with synergy
Such as this in the heat of the afternoon sun
April 16, 2020
Slipping Soul Sunsets Into the Sea Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Seasoned eyes, see both the past and present.
Bookended between times now out of mind.
A tattered soul recalls a steep ascent.
Experiences; a life intertwined.
Understand that time cares not, how it’s spent.
All the times, those of good and those of bad.
The highs and lows between love and sorrow.
What’s known of joy came from being sad.
Hearts rejoicing; in what is tomorrow.
Hope to come, dismisses all that was had.
The toughest of paths; self-discovery,
leads the wanderer to a quiet place.
Beneath, leaves and limbs, silence covers thee.
It’s here with himself; he comes face to face.
No greater bliss than one’s recovery.
Old Annie has been lying for years
I think it has earned her a degree
She’s so expert at crocodile tears
which will gain her attention you see ...
then her sham illness just disappears!
She’ll google a topical disease
to convince medics that she’s got it
Keyhole surgery on both her knees
faking symptoms, she's not one to quit -
it’s Covid with just one single sneeze!
I can’t understand people who lie
seeking compassion for their fake ills
Then claim state benefits on the sly
faux tablets, mere sugar coated pills
I have just one question to ask - why
Quintain-Sicilian Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
11/10/20
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 oceans and warm blowing breeze
Each day assures us of a rainbow
Everything dances here - even the trees
As evening fades to pale orange light
Beach boys sound a conch shell call
Hawaiian torches burn into the night
Ukulele’s strum- an instant heal all
At last on vacation the world seems right
Many people each of a different race
From other lands have come to make a home
To live in peace in this enchanting place
And to here will return however far they roam
Ko ‘Olina beckons them with silent grace
The Rainbow
The world howled and the roaring thunder did clap,
amid frothing waters and whipping winds our vessel marched.
To us whom the boiling sea had unkindly spared there was no stopgap,
the hellish deluge spared us no water to salve our throats parched,
and our spirits the horrendous face of death did sap.
My captain's fearless visage did cower in prayer,
his wise hands wrung in mute submission to the Lord.
Invincible masters of the seas we were by day, yet we did not dare
to wear such mighty crowns as the storm had us floored.
The heavens we begged for forgiveness, and our sins we did declare.
A brilliant blaze of lightning drenched our pallid faces in light.
The nightmarish hum of pelting rain, a ghoulish crescendo of cries
and the hissing sprays of sea water did ring through our plight,
upon us ruled judgment and over us the majestic skies
did appear as God's black throne, deeming us minuscule and contrite.
So wedded I was to the denouement of my mortal existence
that the infernal spectacles now filled me with awe, not fear.
When, in a moment of epiphany our tortured eyes did squint at the distance
and an end in sight amid the growling clouds did appear,
God's hand, manifest as a golden ray of hope, offered us subsistence.
Feeble thanks we dispatched, our knees unsteady,
the downpour wore itself out to a solemn drizzle.
Those reclaimed lives, unblemished by fear did find us heady
and jubilant, and amid thankful tears our eyes beheld the storm's fizzle.
In the sky a blessing in seven colors - heaven's arc - had been built already.
Date: 10th October 2021
Contest: Quintain (Sicilian) Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Emile Pinet
Butterflies, colors extraordinaire;
are a true example of Nature's art;
no finer paintings exist anywhere.
I wish I could halt time within my heart,
and freeze-frame their beauty for all to share.
A caterpillar, once an ugly thing,
beautifies flowers wherever it goes.
Emerging from a chrysalis, in Spring;
a butterfly flaunts exquisite new clothes
befitting that of a Queen or a King.
And its translucent scales diffract sunlight;
letting colors of every hue and shade,
feed Nature's insatiable appetite.
And those colorful patterns never fade:
I love watching gossamer wings in flight.
Standing in awe of Nature's creation;
I find butterflies so entertaining.
And unleashing my imagination;
I can feel my anxiety draining,
into a feeling of fascination.