Sonnetina Cinque

This is the Democratic Sonnetina, consisting of two five line stanzas. The first stanza makes its statement, and its partner makes its contra statement of an equal amount if required, or answers the question posed by the first.

The two quintains required and gives the poet a lot of flexibility to mix and match if required.

In the example below the poet chose to envelope lines 3 and 4 with lines 1, 2, and 5:

Blind Panic

The moment gives a pretension
Mind starts toward apprehension
Things go bump at night
Dark, distorting sight
Come undone; as it might mention.

The unknown is startlingly near
Tension can be cut with a shear
Adrenaline high
Spectres whizzing by
mouth goes dry: taste is fear!

Dana Rowe

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Assumptions

I never meant to push you away,
I never meant to ignore you
I just couldn't be here every day
I assumed you had a different view
I assumed you didn't want me to stay.

You didn't call me and say g'day
So I assumed that we were through
But you know what wise men say
It makes asses out of me and you
I'm so glad you want me to stay.

Ryter Roethical

Ryter chose two simple rhymes and alternates each line with them. Both stanzas are a rhyme copies. The poet of course need not be limited to just these two forms that have been given as examples. Just recently there was an English Quintain Challenge in the Tir na nOg and below shows the "Cinque's" that resulted.

English Quintain Sonnetina Cinque's

Maryse Achong

Thankfulness

Ryter Roethicle

Claire de Lune
Fools Paradise
Magic
Starting with a kiss
Twilight Thoughts
Windscreen Reflections

Leny Roovers

Reflections VI
Rotterdam 1940
Touching
Watching

Dinah Serritelli

Images

Nicola Wynter

Prisoner
Red Sun



Maryse Achong

Thankfulness

I made a list the other day,
No ‘to do’ list this I might add,
But rather an attempt to weigh
The pros and cons, the good and bad
My reasons to be joyful, sad.

The list was long I must confess
It was not easy to prepare;
As I attempted to assess
My position, it became clear
I am quite happy t’would appear.

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Ryter Roethicle

Claire de Lune

The moonlight shines on singing waters
A chorus repeated by humming stones
In a composition of competing meters
That brings peace to my stressed bones
On hearing a piano’s soft sensuous tones.

Feeling the presence of those supple fingers
And under the spell of each nights moon
There is always the wish for it to linger
For tis not hard for two souls to attune
As nightly this music flows in the room.

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Fools Paradise

Some joker is whistling for his dog
And overhead the moon looks bored.
A thought occurs to me in this fog
That maybe this is heaven’s reward
Not for lack of sin, but life unexplored.
So maybe there are angels lurking
Dressed in every scary thing that be.
Hiding in every shadow, waiting
Ready to jump out and surprise me
Trying to shake this passive lethargy.

I walk under a giant old elm tree
That is rotting from the inside out.
I wonder if they think this of me?
Then suddenly in my mind is doubt.
Life is not about feeling safe within
Rather it’s about testing water’s heat,
Not by finger’s touch, but jumping in.
At life’s end handing back battered meat
With a sign saying, “My life’s complete”.

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Magic

No more is it the time of magic, its now of men
Merlin and all his kin have left the stage and sleep
Slumbering in their cave awaiting until when
Once more they must emerge from sleep so deep
Working spells, as evil from the land they sweep

Then once again in battle we will see the way
The strength of arm with sword, or axe and shield,
Again the mighty kings must field and fight the fey
And blow for blow, and spell for spell, or yield
For in the end the weaker magic will lose the field.

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Starting With A Kiss

“Should I kiss thee?” I think looking into your eyes
Knowing what we have started can never end.
Knowing that with the kiss and loving sighs
Our love will be forever, never need to mend,
Starting with a kiss as now upwards we ascend.

I have kissed thee, and looked into your eyes
Now what has happened I hope never ends
For I know thy kisses and thy loving sighs
Forever, loving, and never needing amends,
Starting with a kiss as now upwards we ascend.

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Twilight Thoughts

As twilight begins to dim the evening sky
You hear the birds giving their final calls.
The wind in the trees echoes daytime’s sigh
Seeing shadows lengthen as suns light falls
And the sun disappears down blackened walls

Finally the sun sets and daylight is gone.
And daytime scenes disappear with the light
Sentient familiars standing, waiting the dawn
As references change to become those of night
Then tactile senses replace those of sight.

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Windscreen Reflections

Shaded trails of asphalt filled promise
I pushed time in one end of today,
And saw how those promises diminish
Like the red cars that pass, I am in the way
And my marvellous thoughts easily decay.
Flashing bands of what has mattered
Are ignored and pushed well out of sight
By impatient, ill bred cretins in well catered
Four wheeled drives impressed by might,
With little though for others, or what is right.

Patiently I spur my horseless carriage on
Carving my way through fume infested track
Wondering if this time, I will see the dawn
Before I have to turn round and head on back
Or attempt to get off, and take another tack.
Suddenly I’m free and can move at my pace
What heat there was is now a flowing breeze.
Brooding cameras prevent the thought of race
And the clear road ahead only serves to tease.
None too soon, a leafy street is there to please.

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Leny Roovers

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Reflections VI

I see the lines time’s pen drew in my skin
as sorrow and oft laughter made their mark.
At first unnoticed, spider’s threads begin
to slowly trail from crow’s-feet deeper arc;
the mirror shows me new ones- born when dark.
The eyes still seem the same, they do not age,
though life and love bore insight from sharp pain;
my still reflection tells me a new page
‘s been turned as peace softens tears’ furrowed strain.
Awareness deep within now holds the reins.

I watch my face with love, as a dear friend,
yet living in the world, bound to transcend.

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Rotterdam 1940

As cruel hands pull out your beating heart,
its arteries no longer bear your blood.
Your body crumples when your soul must part-
another life is smothered in its bud.
All red is rinsed away in heaven’s flood.
Once you stood proud, your arms embraced the world,
but envious eyes shot poisoned darts your way;
your strength grew weaker as more bombs were hurled
and it was clear you wouldn’t see the day.
Why does the end of love sets off to betray?

An empty shell raises his arms up high,
it all began when death turned black our sky.

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Touching

Grey covers of fat clouds obscure the Sun,
his rays of light and warmth can't reach my land,
while days get shorter since summer's brief run.
In long winter months his touch has been banned,
I miss his comfort and caressing hand.
A small strip of light for just a few hours,
is all the solace now left for my soul;
there is no pleasure from spring's bright flowers
as they lay dormant, in seasons' control,
awaiting their key to play a new role.

For four long months these stifling blankets shroud
Sun's face- his warm embrace is not allowed.

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Watching

There is a silent watcher in my mind,
investigating every wisp of thought.
Among the bits and pieces that he finds
are faded threads of dreams, no longer sought-
once brought to light, they vanish into naught.
As breath flows in, my chest expands with air;
each cavity is filled with living force
while outward sighs give birth to silent prayer.
I am connected to my inner source,
In deep surrender I now trust Thy course.

Enveloped by clear consciousness I rest,
in confidence I'll one day pass Thy test.

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Dinah Serritelli

Images

I smile at the images that fill my head
Sitting comfy cozy in my favorite chair,
Through my memory maze I softly tread
My mind roaming from here to there
Shuffling around with nary a care

I’ll keep the good…discard the bad
Shred the thoughts that made me cry
Living with regrets is just way to sad
Better to leave the sleeping dogs lie,
Why? I’d rather be happy…that’s why.

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Nicola Wynter

Prisoner

Never made a wish of dreams
That would take me prisoner now
A prisoner of mind, it seems,
It seems dreams have become low
To real to stop reeling that blow.

To this wish of a love so pure
That only time could make it gone,
Take it away without a sure
Point of return within the dawn,
The dawn of new times forgone,
New times swan of days withdrawn.

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Red Sun

Now that I'm warm I'll recall
Early Octobers sun was red
The orange and gold and all
Coppery at days end, I said,
"How God paints the earths kindred!"

His call to us so plainly shows
What we miss if ignored by
The by, as nature brings low
Creation, as we pause to sigh
At the beauty recalled, n'er why.

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