Eight syllables per line's the way,
so to use the Quintella’s form
in five lines to which I conform,
I’ll rhyme with a b b a a.
This Spanish form is A-okay!
Categories:
quintella, poetry,
Form: Quintilla
quintella (Spanish quintain) in pentameter
Hard-working spider, you do your part,
instinctive busy spider that thou art.
You speak without doubt as you weave your web.
It is we humankind that tend to ebb
and surge, trying to balance mind and heart.
One day man, I'm down, oh my restless soul.
On rising up, how can I dare extol
a friend or employer on a mere whim;
then the very next day dishonor him
by rank conduct that is out of control?
Consistency is a course of action,
a gift that structures one’s reputation.
It is ripe fruit of making wise choices;
it is prudent forethought which rejoices
beyond just making a good impression.
Yes, speak if you wish of what you believe;
AND watch what you do, lest you should deceive
by your performance that which you profess.
Would spiders agree - caprice creates stress?
A web of whimsy is not worth the weave.
written 30 March 2016
Categories:
quintella, 11th grade, humanity, strength,
Form: Quintilla
She stood there on the balcony
watching him riding off to war
her heart was full of mutiny
crushed she held onto the bar
there would be no matrimony
Juliet was full of acrimony
hating the powerful Tsar
far away the cacophony
the sound of the battle of war
drifting up to the balcony
Juliet waited for his pony
hearing distantly his sitar
his voice singing songs so corny
she ran to him down the sandbar
now there could be matrimony
written 02/13/2014
contest: Juliet
my first Quintella I hope I got the form right
Categories:
quintella, love, war,
Form: Quintilla
( I have written the poem in three different forms: Quintain, Quintella and Quinzaine forms
respectively)
Getting married at Christmas
Never heard! No, I wouldn't want to marry on Christmas day.
Not Christmas Day but a few days before would be lovely!
That would mean messing Christmas up for everyone, okay!
Apart from it making it difficult for friends and family
It would be mean and rude to share two special days selfishly.
To get the best of both the worlds with Christmassy feel
I would rather prefer to get married on the 20th December
So the reception bills and the hotel bills would be cheaper
Even a Non-Christian faith person would think in real
To keep the Christians friends away, won’t be a fair deal.
I hope one would appreciate
My humble sentiments
Wouldn’t you too?
+++++
13-11-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Tenth Place win
Contest: Getting married at Christmas by Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
quintella, marriage,
Form: Quintain (English)
Haibun trying to read your mind from afar,
sitting acrostic from you at the bar.
Iamb itching to sit on the stool beside you,
but somebody's sonnet - and I don't think she'll move.
Are we just a couplet of friends having drinks?
Maybe you quintella me what you think.
I feel giddy and dizain without any warning,
and I know I'm going to feel verse in the morning.
But we've been playing footles and it feels so right,
so why not just tanka me home tonight?
Categories:
quintella, fun,
Form: Light Verse
You may not love me that's okay
A Taste of you would make my day
Others will never know this bliss
You bless me with an angel kiss
Then swiftly turn and fly away
A Catch-Phrase Dazzeler Poetry Contest
1st attempt at a Quintella
Categories:
quintella, angel, beauty, girl, me,
Form: Quintilla
In early Autumn, the leaves change dress.
As early chill in night time breeze caress
and cool to adorn with colored hue,
succinct palette,
glazed by frost from morning dew.
Slowly the leaves float down.
They do their dance to the ground.
To bed they gently saunter,
slowly slumber,
They are the first signs of winter.
Soon covered under a blanket of white.
Critters, deeply imbedded, out of sight,
nestled, warmly on rainbow sheets,
yawn and stretch,
and dream the dreams of winter sleep.
The leaves, once born by nature’s hand,
brown and crumble at time’s command.
Then mixed with dirt and rain,
rabbit and deer dung,
dust to dust, feeds that from whence it came.
This poem is a varient of the Quintella, with
rhyme scheme of aabcb
© 6 Oct 2011 Charles Henderson
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Categories:
quintella, nature,
Form: Quintilla
Wet colors blended into one
New creations beheld in awe
Artistic beauties without flaw
Eyes behold glory as the sun
Textures combined into such fun!
quintella 8 syllables each line
Categories:
quintella, art
Form: Quintilla
I was feeling a bit acrostic, and could not hide my dizain from that silly ekphrasis
skin condition they burned in elegy. So I sent an epigram to the seismology
department, where it registered on the epitaph graph. The ghostly visions of the
etheree spirits dressed in the latest Fibonacci made me wonder if the ghazal of
the African plains might have been held up by a Grook, in spite of the heroic
couplets the gay community presented in support. I checked the reading on the
iambic pentameter, even though it made me late for my kimo treatments. It got
dark, so I used a lanterne that lay about in McWhirtle's yard, and sure enough,
nonet, there was the mother ode!! Ghostly pantoums made me start to believe in
Parallelismus Membrorum, so I got a ticket for the quatrain engineered by the
Mexican revolutionary, Pancho Quintella. But he was busy rubbing Rengay on
his sore limbs.
to be continued
Categories:
quintella, adventure, funny, on writing
Form: Free verse