Quintain is the general term, or category, applied to a poetic form containing 5 lines. Various subsets of the quintain category, each containing its own rules/guidelines, include tanka, cinquains, and limericks.
What is my world but only me?
Walking upon land,
just the trees and grass.
No birds or bee or flowers.
To lie down and rest.
Silent but the winds.
Even the seas,
just the water and shore.
No whales or fish or crabs.
To lie down and rest.
Silent but the waves.
[Flynn’s note: Imagery inspired around 0755am while sitting down on the pew, waiting for the 0800am morning mass to begin and meditating.]
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A charity is like a business.
Companies give jobs. People take jobs.
Jobs give payments. Payments take time to spend.
Charities give hope. People take hope.
Hope gives happiness. Happiness takes time to give.
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The more they delay
to bring the troops home.
The more they betray
to our broken hearts.
The more they won’t pay
to us you must owe.
A short poem of six lines with five syllables about the brining home the troops.
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Away stinky pee!
JB, please leave me
And my family!
Nothing is for free —
Not even from me!
Get up from your knee
Stop your begging plea
There’s no guarantee
Business bourgeoisie
Run far away – flee!
New divorcé tee
Lied to us crazed glee!
Per cousins agree
‘Orge’ mother — banshee
Momma’s little flea
To get rich quick snob
By troublesome hob
A middle ground blob
Low interest rob
Vile profits of glob
Get a real job
Or your license, SOB!
Living at home slob!
Pay your mother, gob!
Don’t mess with the mob.
Another pathetic poem of five, five-lined stanzas with five syllables in monorhyme.
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Flock away of thirty four gray!
I don’t know how they seem to grow
And where and why, I could just cry.
They will appear when there is fear.
When one is gone another is spawn.
The silver crane picks on a plain
Of sandy shores as it explores
With it long beak — shiny and sleek.
It shoves its head into dark dread.
Its curly locks hide like a fox.
Move dark shadows! It’s time to plow.
We’re looking for our prey galore.
Our relief comes from picking crumbs:–
They’re large and small. We phase through walls.
Do not delay! Where’s our buffet?
A feathery poem about a ‘plucking’ euphemism for food of a gray kind. (Eh?)
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The birds and the bees
Like us humaneze
Doing as we please
To poke fun and tease
Loving life with ease
A morning poem of five lines with five syllables in monorhyme while driving to work.
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Be not afraid.
We have always loved you.
Don’t feel betrayed.
We have always been true.
Angels have prayed.
To send God’s love anew.
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My monster masterpiece
Blogger’s world never to cease
From my small world release
Deep thoughts never at peace
Small mind sharing increase
A poem of five stanza with five syllables in monorhyme.
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Wash the stinky birds
Parakeets of four remain
Three boys and one girl
Old Maw talks of old folks home
My anger tells her to stop!
First a big black one —
A bumble bee, then honey bee
Near parakeet cage
White towel with flower prints
Small sweet pea tree with flowers
Windy, clear blue sky
Then Angry Elder Maw screams
Irresponsible!
Let them die under the sun
The cause of the Old Maw’s pain
Hiding upstairs day
Nowhere to go but lay low
Typing and blogging
Nothing to say but stay still
Discovered word press dot com
Oh Joy! New hobby
Organize my blogs
Upload close to four hundred
No good! Cut and paste errors!
Fonts and colors in the way.
Phone call from BratBoy
Picked up by Old Maw screaming,
‘Flynn! It’s your BratBoy!’
Oh, BratBoy! What is it now?
Hi and goodbye: I’ll leave now.
A cash withdrawal
Late afternoon burger and pie
Fresh orange juice drink
Tall Chinese moms and their kids
Thick accents screaming at kids
Juicy hamburger
Until gray mares belly full
Apple pie from him
Another half an hour to go
Before visiting the brats
Heavy wooden pieces
Steps twenty two done halfway
Airhead not much help
Sitting around and staring
Pissing me off once again
Lifting some pieces
But nothing more could be done
Before niece walks in
Croissant tastes bad to my tongue
Talks about her new boyfriend
I stopped working hard.
After their lazy snack break,
BratBoy asks for help
Two Chinese only talking
In English and nothing more
I answered back niece
I’m older! You should help too.
Lazy broad got up.
Her attitude won’t pass me.
My first snap at those people!
She got up and tried.
Held electrical screwdriver
Gently but got up
Both Chinese scowled far away
I will not tolerate them!
Airhead talks to girl
Told my BratBoy I am leaving.
Motioned with my hands
Flapping of index and thumb
Talked to her, waved to him – goodbye
Saw Maw exercise
Silently passing by her
Didn’t say one word
Greeted parakeets a bit
And straight to the patio
Talked to Paw out back
Watering his lawn many times
About their new t.v. stand
China cabinet in height
For forty-two inch plasma
Ran upstairs again
But smelled the food from below
I could not resist
Had to bring out my own plate
Maw and I started to talk.
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‘Forward Ever, Backward Never’
Campaign slogan — unknown clever
Headless body — heartless sever
People always starving fever
Eying on their OIL endeavor
Another political poem regarding an election of five-lined stanza in eight syllables in monorhyme. (The opposition won, by the way).
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People of Earth: Stop your fighting!
Laws of the land are in writing;
Via an online petition
By the Undersigned submission-
With the number Five Thirty Two
American and allied forces:
Stand-down Order does endorses.
A legal and moral duty
Demand not to harm earth’s beauty.
Do not test the resolve of the crew.
Demand for Judicial Proceedings
is to resolve in open hearings.
Repair the damage; right the wrongs
Turn diplomacy into songs
towards peace as a new world view.
A poem of three, five-lined stanzas with eight syllables in aabbC pattern.
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Nature:
Felt quake at eight thirty tonight
per atomic clock to my right sight.
After three minutes later without fright
heard copters above without sight
and felt the low flyby with might
Family:
Did not feel all this much excite
after hearing ‘Mar’s’ hothead ignite
about religious icons’ right
at my ‘Onion’s’ house by invite
and about my advising slight.
Growing tired from the incite
of miscommunications with fight
and disregard for the polite
who perceive this life with bright light
and those things and folks that are alright,
especially the white knight
A poem of two, five-lined stanzas and of one, six-lined stanza with eight syllables in monorhyme.
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