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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass 
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Next door, I've been talking in cinquain.... Remember, most of these were written in answer to people's comments & questions, or as replies to other folks' poems......Just wanted to put 'em all together.... Thanking Ericc So clear, So beautiful; Not just a falling tear, A touch, a story. Your own words, So clear.... To wayoutwalt Conundrum Hatred, Now a more. Fear comes with the groceries. Are we saved by, and from, rockets' Red glare? Praying, With Nan Praying, Humanity Asks God for protection, Begs security from those who Are not. To A New Kid Shiver You're making me Shiver, but why do I Not mind in the least, this little Trembling? To Seymour Tabin Caught me Watching like you, Musing as the sun comes Over a cool horizon, and... Rocking. To Titia Geertman Dutchie: Most often blond, Talks in spliced sentences, Seven long clauses, then a verb. Charming! Elizabeth Santos' Invitation Sonnet? Not my forte, Love poems not my way But since you ask so sweetly, well... OK Cat Petting Arching As I touch her, Warm fur soothing my hand; Do I pet my cat, or does she Pet me? Purring, Soaking it up, My cat warms the whole room. I mean, she warms it even while Sleeping. Cuddle Your cat often; Make a fetish of it. Cats are more loving, and cheaper Than sheep. Nice thought-- Naughty and Nice! Ratleader's still laughing Because his verse was SO naughty And nice. Rub, rub. Rub, purr, meow! Muzzle nuzzle, lick, scritch, Nose-rubs, side-rubs, even tail rubs: Cat pets! Cat talk The easy words, Easy smiles, remind me: My cat now stalks her mice among The stars. Hating The Cub Scouts Hate them. They shut me out, Their mothers cold, polite. But I know these men, like some now— Like them. Cinquain The more I write, The easier it gets. It's a great way to sharpen your Pencil. Boy Scouts Shut my boys out. Scout Troup Four Forty-Two Thought they weren't good enough; now they're Eagles. Cuddling Isn't CUDDLING, Sleeping isn't SLEEPING; And "In bed," of course, never means IN BED A Reply To Martie's Lines Wanting To leave you there Watching the tree-lined street From this bench, my air-tangled hair Takes flight |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Gentle Spirit's Gentle Spirit Gorgeous Gentle spirit, Who sings of wind and hill, Thank you for soft harmony, your Blessing. Crop Circles Shouting, “Yes, we were here!” Whispering, “They were not.” Like starlets, wonderful even If false. Mr. Frazier's Dove A dove Coos on your roof-- Though I've no right to talk, I could help you; on my roof there's A hawk.... Stone Fairies Fairies, Stones in twilight, Dance in a barley field. Around, around, all falling down; Stonehenge. For Paladin's Fog Grey fog Mutes the senses, A cold blanket that leaves A cloud without, a cloud within. Silence. The Battle Of Pea Ridge Pea Ridge: Not long enough. No time enough to soothe Anguish from gray Arkansas eyes. No time. Mimosa Pudica Touch it, Only touch it, One sensitive leaf, and-- It wilts like an umbrella; like This man. On nakdthoughts' Verses A well, Deep, fresh and full Of love lies within you. You dip from it for every word You write. Cinquain Sets the limits: Say only what you must, And focus your words for a strong Response [This message has been edited by Ratleader (02-11-2003 11:57 PM).] |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I enjoyed these Ed *s M |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
On Sweet Serenity's Rejection Poem So sweet, Serenity, and yet so very hard; like a new pocket knife, shiny but sharp. And Temptress' Tempting Lines Keen eyes, incisive wit. Will she be a marksman or a lover, a temptress or vixen? [This message has been edited by Ratleader (02-18-2003 05:44 PM).] |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Cinquain Just keeping track Accumulating verse Here in the Poetry Workshop Contained |
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