Tag: cinquain

Bradley Ramsey

Published on by Susi Bocks8 Comments
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Lovely Women and Shit Men

Pristine
Worthy of love
Chosen as favorite
Then just as quickly discarded
Baggage

Over Everything

Excess
Too much talking
Not enough listening
More than enough hate and anger
Just stop

Technology and Connections

Phones
And computers
Many ways to connect
More distant than ever before
Backwards

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Bradley Ramsey is married, has two children, and a wonderful wife. He began writing his observations after his mid-life crisis, thankfully his wife stayed with him. This is his first feature on The Short of It.

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Guest Post – Uwe Bocks

Published on by Susi Bocks13 Comments

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I’d like to challenge any person who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks!

This past weekend my husband and I did exactly that, plus we were bored. He taught me something I didn’t know anything about – the strings on the guitar – and I taught him what I knew about cinquains. Fellow poets know there are lots of different types with varied rules so I just laid out the rules to him of what I generally follow. And here’s what he came up with. Not so bad, first time out of the gate! 🙂

neptune
feared, icy, cold
thunderously roaring
ocean’s ruler, tremendous blue
planet

Stylish Story

Published on by Susi Bocks15 Comments

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Time for bed, long day over.

her thoughts slow
tired
needs her bed now

slides under clean sheets
sighing now
her nerves easing up

last minute thoughts swirl
one more solution eeked out
returning to calm

tiny drips of rain
nature’s language speaks outside
lulling her to sleep

wind
wafting through
the open window
caresses her blonde hair
sweetly

But this woman named Bocks
mightily tossed and turned her locks.
Diligently tried to get settled,
to feel tucked in and nestled.
Shouldn’t have had whiskey on the rocks.

She
wishes
for a quick
turn into the
void.

It’s
slow to
happen though.
Turning, tossing
She asks “When will this sleep finally come?”

slowly
but surely, dear
your dreams are calling you
today becomes a memory
drifting

Finally, she sleeps!
Eyes fully closed and relaxed.
Slight snores can be heard
escaping from her moist lips.
Little tics move her fingers.

dreaming
floating on air
meeting her younger self
the mini-me says hi to her
hugs, kisses, joy, and fun to be had now
playing high in the clouds with glee
such a good time they had
with each other
dreaming

But
now it’s
time to go
back to the real
world again. So sad.
Wake up, says the alarm!
Time to get up for work now.
A new day to do it over
again, only to head back to this
bed once more to slumber very deeply.

Can you identify all the styles?