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Cinquains

August 6, 2005

Cinquains are an American poetry style with specific rules. The first line must have 2 syllables, the second line 4, then 6, 8, and the last line 2 again. These cinquains were created as part of the Critical Poetry Forum’s Cinquain Train where each poem must begin with the last line of the previous poem.

Care to add a Cinquain of your own?


Birthright
was what Jacob
took away from his twin.
Just goes to show how much Esau
liked soup.

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Inside
we hide our fears
Outside, we show the world
our calm, brave exterior while
trembling.

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“Beat it,
just beat it, huh!”
MJ’s in trouble now
Let’s do what we can because we’re
big fans!

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“Often”
can be confused
with “orphan” if you speak
the Queen’s English, luckily I
doesn’t.

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No cares
in the whole world
have I, except, of course,
how to pay the mortgage with my
po’try.

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Those eyes
fill up with tears
as I recount the tale
of how I used to struggle with
contacts.

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In bars,
Notes, measures, rests,
Ludwig created a
Veritable symphony in
Silence.

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Oft Alp
and Pryenees
are credited as great
skiing destinations but not
Kona?

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Ancon
is the city
in Panama where I
was born into a world that now
is gone.

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His and
hers bathrooms are
so quaint these days as most
colleges now have unisex.
Join me?

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“And dance
the night away”
the music promised us.
The 70’s only left us with
hurt feet.

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Bee, good
maker of the
honey I sweeten my
tea with your bountiful goodness.
Drink up!

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A count:
One, two, thee, four.
Numbers in a row make
it easy to count things but where’s
Aleph?

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Phantom
is a great show,
but greatest musical
that Webber wrote has got to be
Joseph.

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The rock
of Gibraltar
is a place I’ve always
felt akin to. Just suspended
between.

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Sneezy,
Doc, Grumpy, all
were dwarfs in stature but
giants when it came to loving
Snow White.

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‘Sno white
paint at the store
today so you’ll have to buy
Speckled-fuscia-bronzed (PMS
Grossed out!).

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Seventh
Innings stretch time
Until the play returns:
Glorious anticipation of
The ninth.

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Lovers
Bend their heads close
to one another as
their hearts beat out silent sounds of
passion.

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Digits
flowing across
the blackboard as he draws
the complex equation of life’s
passion

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“Beauty
is in the eye”.
they say, but I believe
that it may only be found in
the heart.

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Make a
poem with rules like
how many syllables
on each line we can use? See: I
like it!

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2 comments

  1. Who wrote the Ancon Cinquian?
    It’s perfect.


  2. Long overdue reply: I wrote them all, but they were featured online as my entries in the Cinquain Train.



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