Long Quintilla Poems

I walked a wooded path at night;
Down in the vale: a hint of light.
It shone as through an open door:
A faint, soft glow, and little more,
And sounds of bells, to my delight.

I crept up close...

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I sauntered in an evening mist
   A midnight's heaven, magic-kissed
      Lamp-lit raindrops pattered, awesome
         Shining city turned violet blossom
 ...

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The blood and lapis daylight sets
in ether. How the mind resets
brutality of winter chill
with February's codicil;
what gossamer a dream begets.

I hear the crickets in the dark,
their clicking takes up where the lark
has been. The flagrant...

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Crowned May Queen


As the music flows in my mind and soul in cheer
I dance around on my toes in the sun kissed fragrant fields
of wildflowers and tall emerald green grass yields
With a breath of life...

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"Just living is not enough, said the butterfly fairy...one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower"  Hans Christian Anderson


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Trumpeting sounds of elephants
Pleasant rides, tricks, and children’s chants
In a place called Thailandia
The tourists come from Sandia
They visit their uncles and aunts

Ride the bulls, play, touch, watch them paint
Unaware of treatment, restraint 
A few people...

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A crash of thunder wakened me
as I slept cradled in a tree.
There was fierce growling on the ground.
Something wicked circled around.
I saw the eyes of a beastie.

Its howling was a gruesome sound
Had a dog escaped...

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These, cacophony that beggars descriptions

Disorder from indecent breed incubating, 

Confusion of morals, the imposition of strange culture, 

Filthily dressed to undress my mind, 

Our teacher teaching theories of writs and wits

These promiscuous pastors parading piety...

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You may not tend to believe me 
Perhaps you’ll start to suddenly
Put your logic up on a shelf
Open your mind and let yourself
See things you never dared to see

The year here was 1901
An unknown battle...

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MOAN VOYAGE

I see a great deal of people who are blessed to smile
And say things such as “I’m going on vacation for awhile”
Hell, I find these people vile

Now why would I use such a nasty...

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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...

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WHOSE DEAL?

I went into the wood today
To watch the animals at play.
They didn’t see me hiding there,
The meerkat and the grizzly bear,
The lion and fluorescent jay.

They spread a blanket on the ground
And peacefully they sat...

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A morning it was shining red,
And mister president's black hat,
Was siting on his solemn hair,
As it was not at all aware,
That it's a hat of a fat rat.

By using crown to form its speech,
»Good morning!«...

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Nightmare, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s Cauchemar

(Translation of Paul Verlaine’s quintilla : « Cauchemar ». As usual, I have tried to stick to the original’s stanzaic format and rhyme scheme. T. Wignesan)

In my unfurling dream I...

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Above a great big sea of blue,
I saw a dragon, and he flew
while breathing fire into the air.
He saw our ship, and this I swear:
with claws he broke our ship in two.

How sharp those claws!...

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When, in the night, your strength slowly wanes
your future a dark unknown even left to breathe
as you grapple demons inflicted ghostly pains
and stare into swirling abyss not of your weave
Alas!  The end no sight...

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I fell in love with a tree stump.
A quite curious stump was he.
No branches to thump.
No fall leaves to see.
But a very special stump was he.

There in the woods, other trees grew tall.
Swaying their limbs...

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Behold the wheel chair flying high
To reach the clouds with freedom zest
My dear special child makes it fly
His goal is reaching God so nigh
While meeting Him in heaven’s crest.

For venture to celestial height
My son does...

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O,  elvenstone! O, elvenstone!
O, would that you could be my own.
To quest exhausted, all these years,
And not obtain those pointy ears
To sharpen sense, to hear my phone.

O battle axe! O battle axe!
For thy pursuit,...

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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...

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O Camelot! O Camelot!
The winds have changed, the land got hot!
Though dromedaries are quite neat,
A bactrian's hard to unseat,
And so the knights still joust a lot.

At banquet feasts, the men are found,
And like the table,...

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In the backstreets of my mind I find passages anew
Along diverging paths, I often see my way through
There are places I can ramble or find myself rather lost
But there my thoughts can stumble at no...

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I long to walk the hills today
    among bare trees that dance and sway
    where leaves, now flightless, stories tell
    where damp and rotting, earthy smells
...

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A stealthy tiger stalks his prey
His eyes alight with cunning gleam;
And tho' the world may peaceful seem
The lissome springboks graze and play --
The danger lurks, not far away

He crouches low, his muscles taught
While calculations fill...

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quintella (Spanish quintain) in pentameter

Hard-working spider, you do your part,
instinctive busy spider that thou art.
You speak without doubt as you weave your web.
It is we humankind that tend to ebb
and surge, trying to balance mind...

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