Short stuff, of no particular style

Some rough, some smooth, and here’s 2 Cinquains, one old, one new, both finished, not rough, and contented.

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Sometimes the image is only a gentle touch
Among quiet hours
When cold harsh lights
Will not intrude the dusky softness.
Sometimes the image is a necessary calm
A child‘s smile.

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Cinnamon tea is a warming sound,
Softly dressing a silken minute.
Delicious is quite a pretty color,
Lightly wrapping the quiet hours.

Touchings, soft as fur and hard
as diamond saturate our senses,
overwhelm perception, breathing
life into spaces found between us.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AUBADE, CINQUAIN.

The sun
In sudden grace
Arrives, awakes in May
With winter done, a warmer place
Birth Day!

Aubade: A poem to the dawn
Cinquain: A 5 line poem, the lines having 2, 4, 6, 8, and 2 syllables in that order. The meter is iambic for the first 4 lines, and the last line is a spondee, both syllables stressed.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, CINQUAIN.

New Year’s
portends, like Moons
in kissing dreams, a chance
And drinking vows, arriving soon
New Days!

BABY RAP FOR RHYTHM ROWS
(Ya know, like corn rows, gotta practice style once in a while, baby)

listen to a Rap,
get yo head round dat beat
da rhyming beat, meat, feet
But the word come from da street
my friend fall out like heat
on a Corner in an L-A- night
Around the hood
where the word, bro, Word
is yo, what’s down is good.

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About dragonpoet

But sometimes what you write is neither polished nor useful. Then it arrives here. With lots of sentence fragments and beginning ideas. If you wish, please comment on what you find. If you don't like the politics, don't comment. Here, we deal with the writing.
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One Response to Short stuff, of no particular style

  1. What sleep can do!
    I rather like it, Big Boy!
    And I didn’t even need to read it hard op…

    Of course the rap makes me smile as for sherlocking reasons, I can not helping seeing you as David Ewick!
    Then I try to change that in a white-bearded (not yet decided its size) brown-haired man watching birds…
    That’s why I need to take walk for peace, see?

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