Quintain Poems - Poems about Quintain

When you have stared too long at that lifeless screen, take a hint from the bird song - abandon the machine. See me through your window, so serene. And if you feel alone gazing at the skies, soften up your hard heart of stone - her soul's window might surprise when you see me in her loving eyes....

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Such throaty timbres – oboes and bassoons – such gowns! My Lady, apricot and plum, her sleeves ablaze with blue October moons – for one short night, her villa had become ...

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His future was assured. I’ll tell you why. His father owned “Repairs and Parts Supply”. Though only twelve, already Markie could your median income at a glance descry and whistle as he raised your engine’s hood. With me, he mastered nothing. Didn’t try. What need had he for Treaties of Versailles? Before he came to school he’d greet the crew he knew he...

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When, in darkness, there's but a single ray; When, in cruelty, there's little kindness found; Then in imagination could I stay; A private realm, and in perfection crowned; And I thought of dreams, in that certain way. When, in darkness, there shines a brilliant ray; When, in cruelty, there is a kindness found; Not in imagination would I stay; Let private thought with...

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Napoleon the Second died today, albeit back in eighteen thirty-two. He had no truck with men like Soult or Ney, but died too young to form a proper hue. Would he have thrown a million lives away? It ultimately matters what we do: the world can disregard the dross we say, and slaughter would begin again anew, since ego , by its...

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less sun, more moon as night time grows seasons change as all things must where did time go? Heaven knows the stars give signs, much to tell us be still, as nature all around us flows ...

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They quickly pass, the waning days more brief, like love once shied beneath a garish moon, expose the truths betrayed by Autumn's thief. Infatuation always ends too soon ~ still tethered to the oak, a hopeful leaf... for Andrea's "Half Past Summer" Contest...

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King Sol is stealing all my energy. There’s no relief in sight, forecasters say. Come, clouds, with brief relief; this is my plea. While summer lovers bask in heat each day, I’ll dream of fall and trust in my AC. ...

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How could I ignore the dance of a leaf Cascading with warm summer brushed in gold-- Lovers tasting the quiet of relief A contentment lit amidst north-winds cold… And autumn comes...its charm and flair too brief!...

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Come, now while summer shall shine on your soul, Leave off the darkness, the doubt and the fear; Come, now the Earth’s with divinity full, Leave off the wretched, and cling to the dear; Come, now forgive, and thus make yourself whole. ...

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Strands of silver clouds slowly drift away, graze the ash of mid-summer smoky sky. Two months on cold wind will blow in blue bay, from the tawny trees golden leaves will fly, as fall arrives spraying dew on the way. ...

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Already in the shops, I bet: the stuff for Halloween! So as you sun yourself and sweat, imagine witches, ghosts and all things mean - although no trick or treaters yet!...

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The seasons operate like Nature’s clocks: when winter solstice fades, we’re on the rise! Meridian’s behind us now (approx), so savour, while you can, those smiling skies: then buckle up! Here comes the equinox! ...

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67 years 8 months, you are now of age What achievements have you to gage Married twice children there are four What legacy is left as you walk out the door Bowler. Firefighter, part time clown Carpenter, DPW worker, man with a frown Wonderful daughter, 2 boys and one stepson To most this would be a lottery won A failed engagement, divorce, a...

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Often quiet evenings, when I read, Memories of you softly intrude Times when you were my only need Heady days of a love we pursued and saw only in glasses rose hued. Thoughts surface I wish would move on, as unknown others invade my sleep. They are interlopers, quickly spawned, spreading fantasies that grow and creep, like tangled vines invading my sleep. Dreams of you...

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