Love Quintain (Sicilian) Poems

Merry Christmas is a greeting of cheer,
bidding each other a joyous Noël.
A salutation that's spoken each year;
it's tradition, wherever Christians dwell;
a blessing that is music...

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Dripping over with the magic sense, you
With violet wings soar unnaturally low.
I split with your cloud's grief my own adieus—
And the words that can hold...

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"Everything holds a tinge of beauty, something unique,
but not everyone recognizes something beautiful."
            ...

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Beseech me to  grand opal views oh blessed moon 
and take me to that place where  pearling light
resplendent of the sea, adorns my...

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Speak not words of death, but life,
Let grace and mercy have full sway.
The tongue can sever like a knife,
But we can choose healing words to...

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Today is a drizzle day, 
The softest showers fall, 
A rain caress from the grey
clouds above does enthrall ~
Drench my heart, o gentle spray! 

A...

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Lord, teach me to evaluate before I vacate 
Teach me to treasure challenges in route to my destiny 
Teach me to value debate in trying...

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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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Futile is striving, unless we are clear
about who we are and purpose of life,
that we may then act without any fear,
full of joy and laughter,...

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Babies hear their mother's voice from the womb,
forming a bond that will last a lifetime.
When a fetus stretches and kicks for room
Mom's voice overrides anxiety's...

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The path led to rose bushes cul de sac.
Early in the morning, we sat down to rest.
Dewdrops are still shining on the track.
At our feet,...

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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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 Pierced by dart poisoned with deceitful doubt
I beseech God Who can calm angst of heart
Yielded to His truth from unbelief-clout
Humbly pleading for spiritual fresh...

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There is a bull’s eye on my heart.
A knife protrudes up to the hilt.
It twists and turns and tears apart,
defines the edges of bloodguilt,
but I...

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