The giant caterpillar ate my shed
That’s okay, the color was an awful red
With a burp and a grin, the caterpillar ate my cat Quin
Quin was getting old, I said, calm once again.
That giant caterpillar slid under my bed.
A place I no longer feel safe laying my head.
I am sleeping at the neighbor’s down the road.
She is missing her husband, her dog and a horny toad.
There once was a fiddler from Fartsie Oh Midler
who played in the park with a naturous tether
a one legged man
by a river of tan
with one gimpy leg that sat still as a peg, oh what a sin
He finished his gin then he sat with a grin
just as ready as old Dr. Quin;
In this grassy remote where the frogs like to gloat
they were never content when the rivers did bloat
one frog hid in rent
without a red cent
in a fiddle the size of a broom no bigger than, an over sized spoon;
There once was a clever who had an endeavor
to never reveal his God send
together they played from morning to noon
while jointly they made their amends.
January 19, 2023
Sponsor craig cornish
Contest Name The Fiddler and the Frog
Handsomest man under the Milky Way
Caught me drifting to display
Fashion with a line unique
Blues, Funk and Soul musique
Mannequins with big torsos
Ranges of clean custom clothes
Breathing colours-natural, bright
Resonating rhythm tight
Harmonising lulls repeat
Round a twin of ‘quin petite
Where you smirked and kissed my lips
Touching tenderly my hips
Alluring love becoming image
Destiny tomorrows vintage
Seizing such a fantasy
Artists work of mastery
Somewhere lost in silk and lace
My lover fell within the space
Transforming time to alter more
For my love I adore
Where silence beats the heart within
Louder in transitioning
Passion to evolve again
Dreaming in my art domain.
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Black Princess of the night chin strapped to her violin
she plays the notes from her memorable heart of blue
while the moon in her sorrow spills light upon the Quin,
she plays on, a Stradivarius interlude of thin soulful Adieu;
Arrivederci (goodbye)
Donna (woman)
Ingannato (deceived)
even the stars weep under her spell as her raven changelings
scatter like black ashes to the wind
Five seasons of partings five degrees of loss, still no light
bursts forth from a soot sky of ebon black
lamentations and moans
heaven groans
from the weight of her sorrow comes the eye of the storm
as she plays her last note of deep unrest .
you devour me
cap-a-pie
such hungry eyes!
what a divine spell...
you've cast on me!
something's bound to begin!
you might as well
make it known
clearly...
with just...
one kiss!
your face
is flushed crimson...
with love.
QUIN-TO your five line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 11/21/2020
lack of impression
may belie lone depression
use ones discretion
with gentle intercession
love hope and kind expression
QUIN-TO your five line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand 21/11/2020
Hororable mention
your mouth wide open
inviting all and sundry
gently they mosey
spiders ~ flies ~ are so nosey
at night keep your mouth shut tight
Written 21st November 2020
Syllables Per Line: 5 7 5 7 7
Contest Name QUIN-TO your five line
Sponsor Brian Strand
N/A
I lay beneath this stone
a poet's destiny fulfilled
and I bring
a million poems
to rest in peace with me
_______________________
November 20, 2020
Poetry/Epitaph/For a Poet
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1306-314-20
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, QUIN-TO your five line
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 11/22/20
First Place
A flautist and harpist were matched
And plans for the wedding were hatched,
But, getting cold feet,
He beat a retreat,
Preferring her ‘no strings attached’.
20.11.20
Put Your Best (One) Limerick Forward (Be Like Rico Leffanta) Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Andrea Dietrich
'Quin-To Your Five Line Poetry Contest'
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Bite Size Poem #32 Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
child revels throwing
a pebble in the calm lake
stillness gets disrupted
rings of sparkling ripples gleam-
in perfect circles expand
Date: 11/20/2020
Submitted for: QUIN-TO Your Five Line Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Sleek stream,
surge cascades
in heart of vale.
Ecstatic flow rolls me…
pebble.
November 20, 2020
Contest : Quin-To Your Five Line
Sponsor : Brian Strand
There was a lion who never felt full
So one day he went and ate an entire bull
He felt so good he just kept on roaring
A hunter heard him and bullets were pouring
Full of bull now, he did not know what befell him.
20.11.2020.
Quin-to Poem.
Limerick.
confined,
shackled in chains,
there isn’t an exit sign;
how can a person escape their,
own mind.
Contest:QUIN-TO
Sponsor:Brian Strand
11/19/2020
Oh, if ever the devil donned flesh on this earth
'Twas that beast, Hitler, by length and by girth
And ne'er a god's temple, nor any man's ashes
Will make sense of closing so many dear lashes
Or not granting wake to those millions of dreams.
Written on November 19, 2020
For the "Quin-To Your Five Line" Poetry Contest
Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
As a driver, I’ve never been keen.
I’m distracted, confused, not serene!
On my nerves, things keep grating.
Now I’m sitting here waiting
for that stupid stop SIGN to turn green!
November 19, 2020
entered in the QUIN-TO your five-line poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
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