spring begins 20 March 2012 and in celebration over the next few days i will be posting a few old and new poems featuring flowers…… there is something quite sensual about them, don’t you agree?
Crapsey’s cinquains were invented by the American poet Adelaide Crapsey and are 5 Line poems utilizing an increasing syllable count in the first four lines:
line one – 2 syllables
line two – 4 syllables
line three – 6 syllables
line four – 8 syllables
line five – 2 syllables
a reverse Crapsey’s cinquain contains 5 lines with a syllable count of 2/8/6/4/2
a mirror Crapsey’s cinquain consists of a cinquain followed by a reverse cinquain
i recognized him as a fallen angel from the singed tips of his still smoking wings, a broken halo lying on the ground
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the angel turned his head i could see the anguish in his eyes no need for words to be spoken nothing i could do to help his banishment was final
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ah, my love, my fallen angel i wish that i could heal your wounded heart what sin did you commit, i wonder to be exiled from Heaven?
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did you realize you were standing at the crossroads? was this your solitary crime? or had you been warned not to continue along your path to self-destruction?
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i hear your silent lament your wretched soul looking for salvation too late…. too late…. your banishment was final
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ah, my love, my fallen angel if it were within my power to gift you with innocence would you so desire? flying straight to Heaven without a thought for mankind?
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mayhap a truer gift would be a life here on Earth with me
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this song has nothing to do with the poem. it is a Christmas song which i enjoy listening to ~ i hope you will like it, too.
Wild thing… you make my heart sing…
You make everything
Groovy
I said wild thing…
Wild thing, I think I love you
But I wanna know for sure
Come on, hold me tight
I love you
Wild thing…you make my heart sing…
You make everything
Groovy
I said wild thing…
Wild thing, I think you move me
But I wanna know for sure
So come on, hold me tight
You move me
long, long ago in a kingdom far, far away lived an acceptable looking prince who was preoccupied with…. well, nothing really. he was content with his life and held no aspirations.
the old king spoke to the prince one day: “son, you gotta get married and you gotta marry a princess with a rich dowry. we’re underwater on the castle mortgage and our credit score sucks.” his mother, the queen, chimed in “we have enough jewels left to throw a grande ball and find you a rich wife.” the prince knew his duty to his family and the kingdom. he could only hope that they could find someone quickly. of course, he also wished for someone charming, beautiful, fun and, most importantly, sweet. invitations went out at once {air fare and accommodations not included.}
the night of the ball arrived and so did every eligible princess for hundreds of miles around. one stood out from all the rest ~ unique, dancing as she walked, singing as she talked. good fortune came with her, for her mother’s queendom was the richest on the seven continents. the prince spent the entire evening in her company and she appeared to like him, too. one trait did seem a tad worrisome ~ it happens a lot in royal families {what with the small gene pool and no penicillin for conditions like syphilis.} she was quite mad as a hatter. {oops, wrong fairy tale… sorry.}
at midnight, the king and queen were delighted when the couple came to them asking permission to be married. the queen said there was just one condition ~ the princess must spend the night in the guest room. it meant giving up her deposit on a room at the local inn, but other than having to climb a ladder to reach the top of the pile of mattresses, the princess thought nothing of it. at breakfast the next morning, she looked exhausted and the prince appeared to be in pain. “whatever is the matter?” asked the king.
“what do you suppose?” snapped the princess sweetly “i could get no sleep with the sound of water dripping all night.” “and i’m sore from having to pee on the mattresses from midnight until sunrise” whined the prince. shaking her head, the queen looked aghast at her son. “no, no! i said place a pea on the mattresses, not pee on them!”
the prince and princess were married the following Sunday. they built their own castle with indoor bathrooms on every floor and went on to have seven very loony, very sweet children….. and they lived happily ever after.
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