Metaphor Quintain (English) Poems

Waving at October...!
welcome the rain,
watching leaves flying to die.
Between colours and cold,
new changes to breath...

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In his heart a man plans his course but 
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The fountain never overflows
Though we see it filling endlessly,
Because we don’t see where the water goes
Flowing through the drain orderly,
There’s no reason to worry needlessly.

written...

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Winter bought rights to long life ~ in command
of blizzards, ice storms, unusable roads.
Iced windshields, snowmen--whatever's on hand.
Heat overuse caused great melt overload.
Alas, Winter thawed--and...

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“The person who follows the crowd 
will usually go no further than the crowd. 
The person who walks alone is likely to find 
himself in...

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As fallen dry leaf
 by the wind was swept away,
  that's how I took my life...
  all love and all the time,
 ...

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I wrap the darkness 'round me like a quilt

     As questions bay like hounds at my belief

    ...

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i gently embrace the tomb singing a lullaby,
             softly whisper farewell to the...

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Have you not seen the keeper of my dreams?

     The moon of wishes combs her chestnut hair,

    ...

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In the late afternoon I feel quite depressed
And drive to Guyuan to get back to my best.
The glow of the setting sun is so charming,...

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Thoughts On Infinity

Infinity comprises that endless empyrean reach of a 
True continuous nature far beyond mankind’s ability 
To truly comprehend and appreciate the sheer magic
Of...

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Death and Forlorn Time in the Shadows of True Evil

Death and Time holdeth onto eerie and most frightening shadows
Whilst pervading deeply within that infernal region...

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Porcelain peacocks strut in starlit shower,
drifting as clouds on an emerald lawn.
Black Narcissus spindles in oxblood flower
in teeming beds before the coming dawn
of floating white...

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Frozen Ground

Everything differs on frozen ground,
Brittle stalagmites obscure green skywards,
Whilst all around damp is the sound,
That crunches the breakfast walk.

Semi-permanence becomes a mirror to our...

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Nothingness


Where is nothingness?  Past our universe?
Beyond beyond...past the end of stardust?
No more galactic matter to disperse?
Nothingness...end of ends?  No, deeper thrust

towards light and...

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