History Quintain (Sicilian) Poems

You are the fresh pink rosebud when it blooms.
A creek murmurs as it passes past smooth rocks.
such as the hive bees' jig if they're full...

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Les Braves

(Iambic Pentameter)

Tan sands conceal deep furrows of their pain,
As churned emotions scream on the light breeze.
The rushing lather bubbles with red stain,
While mortar clouds...

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You have been accused, no more do we need
Point the finger at mother and daughter
Two Sutton girls with no chance to be freed
An impossible test,...

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Early morning blue sunny skies askew
 turn to white grays on piggyback 
 once light breezes that blew 
 gentle in and out the trees...

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Through a lavender meadow he’ll run,
the white, black and brown spotted mule.
Hooves raise dust clouds under golden sun,
beckoning tomorrow’s fresh morning air, cool.
His eyes are...

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My Weathered Deck


          At this time through which I am the lead
    ...

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Barbarians trampled through the empire.
They came in waves from wherever was home.
Boors killed Romans and set buildings afire.
Cities were laid to waste when tribes would...

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