Home Quintain (Sicilian) Poems

Wild Leafs flutter in a hue-laden town,
windows creak open, spritely faces gleam,
cheerful air burgeoning, no need to frown,
sweet fragrant coffee dock, a gust of hot...

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Picture a tropical paradise - faraway
Colorful leis of fresh fragrant flowers
Worn by  hula dancers that sway
Sandy beaches and leisure filled hours
Soft waving palms on...

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Walking home from a party one cold night,
a man approached and not word did he say:
though, he seemed harmless I did have some fright,
silently,...

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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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What is a home? 
Is it a building with windows and a door?
With a garden with a gnome?
I need to find out, to make sure
That...

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 Home should be made a place of love
A stable shelter from all storms of life
Within the walls of a happy home, I avow,
There will...

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I call my apartment (my home) my nest,
with this and that collections and beloved stuff displayed:
Oh, when within my nest I am not stressed,
where...

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Cold and icy passageway to trudge through.
Ships and warships sailed thru the Bering Strait.
In limbo 'tween two nations, iced, staid too.
When I first set out, ...

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10/14/21

Everything follows you home, 
Your skin is denying,
The usual monochrome, 
For grip marks applying,
The shell of your catacomb. 

Parts are tempted to find out, 
The...

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When I say “I can’t take anymore.” 
It’s really quite a shame 
That doesn’t mean I’ll shut the door 
It’s become a losing game 
No...

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Fascination is peering into a dazzling diamond shining like chrome
Imagining what the finished product will turn out to be, 
In what sort of golden setting...

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Mistaken Identify

Jerri had a funny doggie
Who saw his shadow. Yep, so scary!
Barked, “Ribbet”. Sounded froggie? 
Jumped high to fly. Would not tarry!
Ran home to nap....

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Brouhaha brewing, my Jezebel comes home glowing;
Football game in progress, but she has gossip to spend. 
Curious winds blustering, in rare decibels growing,
posthaste, I speed...

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Flying high, carried by the winds of hope
happiness knows no bounds to bind my wings.
And I feel ready to do more than cope,
no longer youth's...

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Love's winds were at their crest
when you lost your job.
We did our part; God did the rest;
then our home was robbed.
The winds blew raw; love...

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