Sad Quintain (Sicilian) Poems

When Mama lay dying a sad Christmas because
We visited her in Memorial on that Christmas Eve,
She’d hidden away our presents as old Santa Claus.
She told...

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Headaches and pains which I constantly feel
As I twist and turn throughout the night
Longing to conclude this vicious ordeal
Lacking the strength to win this fight
Until...

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Seasoned eyes, see both the past and present.
Bookended between times now out of mind.
A tattered soul recalls a steep ascent.
Experiences; a life intertwined.
Understand that time...

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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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August sings summer's sad farewell tune.
Blossoms smile happily ere they fade.
Birds nap; distant rainclouds gather soon.
Leaves still, then quietly sleep in shade.
August hush in fevered...

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It makes me sad that I shall never fall in love again
For I have reached the age where I dare not hope
To experience that grand...

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How heavy and unbearable is the guilt
I have sustained and harbored for years?
Was it my wish to be the last in the casket?
I've grieved enough...

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Today commemorates that awful day- 
termed nine-eleven, twenty years ago,
when we, in shock, stood helpless in dismay
of what our eyes observed- that terror show;
planes downing...

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WAITING FOR DEATH

Daily I strolled, past this old man's house
And there he sat, from dawn to dusk
His mien, tenebrific uncompromisingly
Hunched in his chair, dried to...

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Scraps of paper mark his "paper-trail"
thoughts - quick scribbled as they passed
through the misty gate of ageing's veil
cling to a dream that couldn't last
sad ending...

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A beauty danced beneath pale moonlight,
While hypnotic song flurried on the breeze,
Distant, the voices tell of magic’s flight,
A heart is caught with such apparent ease,
And...

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It's hard to go day by day, 
Remembering all you had to say; 
I think about you everyday, 
I thought of you teh most today....

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Days of children's innocence
Have gone a shade of grey
By a society focused on the senses
Overpowering the need for spiritual higher grade
As self gratification has become...

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