Short Quintain (Sicilian) Poems
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As anger, I wager
Of you to take control
To put you in serious danger
Of losing your soul
As you become ever stranger
You struggle with right and wrong
I watch and worry so
With prayers I helped along
Now time for me to go
Who will pray when I am gone
Goldilocks had three, not one berry,
Humpty Dumpty in jubilation
Mary, who is quite ordinary
Rainbow gold tip tethers creation
Jack, Jill, and my son are happy.
I am anger, a hot fire,
A tempest fierce that tears the night,
A burning force of raw desire,
Outrage fuels my fiery might,
A storm that won't easily tire.
Where do dreams go ever they die
To memories that stay the years
Memories fade as the tears dry
Dream again despite all your fears
A dream will give life a new try
Playing around mouth, cheeks and eyes
I share Duchenne smile
When one buys me daffodils and daisies
Joy blushes in me all the while
Ah! I am never good at goodbyes.
Our life story, is like a zebra for us,
A black band, a white band, then a big ****,
And in the end, as everybody knows,
Prepare to receive by the hoof the final blow!
My BP's up, my face is red,
I grind my teeth and stamp my feet
as steam is coming from my head,
my cussing making folks retreat,
I'll pound the punchbag til I'm dead...
Already in the shops, I bet:
the stuff for Halloween!
So as you sun yourself and sweat,
imagine witches, ghosts and all things mean -
although no trick or treaters yet!
I am chauffeured by dawn into the unknown,
I open the door and see the uninvited,
I can barely comprehend what I am shown,
I am not at all delighted,
I am in a dim zone.
Living this life and trying to make a living
Is sometimes hard,
And it requires taking along with some giving,
With due regard
To the fact; you’ll need to do some adlibbing.
coked with deep depression, in prayer
alone, I’m stuck in this body
feverish and weak in their chair
they mope, though everybody
around doesn’t seem too much care
8/18/2024
I am over the moon right now,
getting the first place is a delight.
The inspirational poetry contest allowed
my motivational mindset to write
a poem to inspire, encourage. Wow!
FINDING JOY
Oh I find such endless joy and never tire of life
Each day reveals a new found friend
Some souls vow man and wife
Loneliness will twist and bend
But love defeats black strife
My day is bright with a sunny glow
I’m often desired as a lifetime goal
Elated feelings evoke that I bestow
My smile appears as I warm your soul
My aura radiates like dewy roses aglow
less sun, more moon as night time grows
seasons change as all things must
where did time go? Heaven knows
the stars give signs, much to tell us
be still, as nature all around us flows
I am the overjoyed look in your eyes
One I sincerely hope gives great delight
An emotion you might characterize
As an unsuspected but welcomed sight
I am a thought you don't visualize
So, begin all over again, I say,
The potter’s wheel is still turning
Make an exquisite new vase today
Advance yourself, no more yearning
You can do a lot more than bray!
Written June 23, 2022
Tranquil eye in need of a makeover,
shifts baton of awareness to the heart,
enabling zest and zeal to takeover,
whereupon we feel bliss ignition start,
that engaged in life, soul rests in clover.
Shy is the February sun
Above the frazzled fatherland
However hearts are not undone
Giving instead a warmer brand
Holding one closer under the sun.
A prelude to Valentine's day.
A tragedy, a train derailed.
Not far in deep grief of the scene;
homeward-bound it so tried, but failed.
Burnt cork smell and images seen
veiled as they lay upon cold ground.
11/30/2019
Chords upon strings are played with finesse
bringing forth celestial songs
As angels their slender strings caress
A symphony of harps played by heavenly throngs
soothing the soul while they bless
It disappeared, we gave it away.
I’d like to find it again, for sure.
A good old fashioned holiday,
one without the digital manure,
the hype and verbal foreplay.
© 03 Dec 2010 Charles Henderson
Endless choices you make daily
Deciding between many paths
Choosing the one that is satisfactorily
Leading to a bypath
Making to decide more carefully
Nayda Ivette
9-21-2015
I've lemony kiss, a sour clone
circus clown, edges down -- lips stuck
heart of stone, maroon, and alone,
mouth from cave's depths, bar muddy muck,
hands, feet, arms, legs ... their mind's are their own.