2010 Poetry Form Challenge

#07 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.

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

In the example below the poet chose to use a Quintilla (Spanish Quintain) pair:
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

In this example Divena chose two Sicilian Quintains whilst still adhering to convetional 2 x 5 line poetry forms

The Seeds Of Time

Wild flowers thrive in the pasture green
Amidst aromatic leaves of wild thyme,
Rose hips, with haws, strewn in between
Sloes in hedgerows, with bind weed vine
In this planets natural beautiful scene.

May the seeds of time be scattered wide
To replenish beauty through out the land,
Let the seeds of autumn blow and provide
A lovely environment that nature planned
For all to care for, and cherish Worldwide.

Divena Collins

In the example below, Ryter originally chose to follow the Sicilian for the first stanza, and the Envelope for the second then later decided to use the centre line as a common link between the two stanzas and thus creating a unique form of Sonnetina Cinque, and showing that the poet need not be limited to just limited to quintain forms that have been given as examples. Any form can be used including Blank Verse and I suppose Cinquains and Limericks also.

I saw again the evening sun
Descend beneath the distant hill
The chilly wind picks once more
Signalling that the night's begun
As the moons rays begin to spill.

Too soon the alarm sends out it's call
The rhapsody of life begins again
Each day now worthy of an encore
And experience helps remove the strain
With only happy memories to recall.

Ryter Roethical

Sonnetina Cinque Challenge Replies

Maryse Achong

To Vote Or Not To Vote

Divena Collins

Ghosts of the Forest
Healing Tree
Pommie Mouse
Of Ancient England
Ring Around The Roses
Shakespeare in Love
She Slept Alone
Stepping Stones
This Season Of Love

Ryter Roethicle

Black Widow
Candles and Hares
Death of a Lovesong
Lingua delle anima
Never Forgotten
No Fear of the Dark
So Long Ago
Sogni di Amore
Was it all a Dream

Nia Wynne

Caste Aside
No Choices
Times Remembered
Twinkle Darling

Maryse Achong

To Vote or Not To Vote

“Vote for me please!” the candidates all cry
“I’ll keep my promises I tell no lie;
My party is the one that cares for you
Our members each and every one, ‘true blue’.”
I listen to their rhetoric and sigh.

I want to vote, yet still I hesitate
I’m not impressed by either party’s slate
I’m caught between a rock and a hard place
And it appears it will be a close race.
I’m tempted to leave everything to fate.

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Divena Collins

Ghosts Of The Forest

Amidst ancient gnarled, twisted trees
Thro` blankets of mist by a clearing,
Deep in a forest with sighing breeze
Strange happenings were appearing,
In dire need of an exorcist expertise.

Sceptres from the past thro` the mist
Sat around their wooded bench table,
They ignored me and I got the gist
Was it I, the ghost and now able,
To be next on their short waiting list?

Socrates Hemlock - Vladimir Kush

The Healing Tree


Strength in the sap of the branches free
With powers that flows through leafy veins
Along with aromatic oils of the Cedar tree,
Enhancing by the morning dawns soft rains
And medicinal salves from the honey bee.

Woodlanders gathered from far and wide
With ailing bodies and much troubled minds
Feeling much stronger from the magic inside,
Sweet sap arises through frail hands, to find
Healing spirits from this source shall derive.


Sickness and strife spread through the lands
Prayed to the heavens, thank God what they had
A source from the tree shared as planned
The woodlandic peasants no longer were sad
And through the healing tree did understand.

Mother nature provided her own perfect cure
Those ancient years when they all but knew
From all the herbals in the forestry`s pure,
There were remedy`s there from all that grew
And thus finding out made them feel secure.

Twelve - Vladimir Kush

The Pommie Mouse


Once in a kingdom of animal lovers
There dwelt a little timorous mouse
Who had some sisters and brothers
But were caught in a trap in the house
So poor wee mouse he had no others.

So sad was he, his heart was shattered
That he scampered away full of strife,
Who wants a mouse lost and scattered
Unless, he bedded a mouse wife for life
Once in a life time, he may be flattered.


Perhaps he may go Australia instead.
A Pommie mouse in the glorious sun
His friend assured he had a spare bed
And he was going to have loads of fun
With Vindaloo and Port, he`d be well fed.

He sneaked on a plane and over he flew
He thought he`d better go take a look,
For jet lagged mouse, his room had a view,
He snuggled in bed with a poetry book
It was there he settled contentment anew.


Of Ancient England


Oh ye great oakens from England grow.
Throughout the forest of Sherwoods loam
Scatter thy great seeds of acorns below
Where the band of Robin Hood called home
And his merry men drew Arrow and bow.

Oh ye green plains that winds doth strew
Hills of Dartmoor where horses grazed
`Midst craggy hills, where waters run thro`
This ancient breed was borne and praised
Pride and valour thro` mighty battles grew.


Oh ye great oakens of Englands shore
Majestically spread, thy boughs of olde
Steeped in ancient history to explore
Of Kings, Queens, and Pagentry bold
Now resting beneath thy dark forest floor.

So sleep thee, thy knights upon the moors
Who sped `thro Dartmoors craggy hills,
Thy haunted steeds form dust no more
Of thundrous hooves now silent and still
With ghostly remains of bygone lore.


Ring Around The Roses


An age old song for children at play,
Has a meaning they had not known
To sing and to dance in a ring that day,
While disease and sickness had grown
They were too young to grieve and pray.

A plague had spread thoughout the land,
Cause, are fleas which infested town rats.
Over the country this plague did expand
The dead were transported away in carts
And the children left could not understand,


They sang of raised sores of bubonic plague
That were circled a red ring all around,
And symptoms which to them were vague
Of sneezing spreading germs abound
To help spread this epidemical outrage.

A herbal sachet for smell to prevent
Kept close to their hearts in a locket,
This herbal power of posies with scent
Was oftimes placed in their pockets
Their belief was instinctively meant.


Ring around the roses
A pocket full of posies
Atishoo, atishoo, we all fall down.


Shakespeare In Love


Thou art truly my love, my life, my all
Love in my eyes, doth shine in thine
Oh my love thy doth much to enthral
Such love lock`d in two hearts divine.
Shalt not be sever`d, what e`er befalls.

Oh sweet art thy soft kisses sincere
How joyous to love and to be belov`d,
Gracious are these memoise to revere
`Neath stars and brightest moon above,
Thus treasur`d love, is ours so dear.


Come hither sup fine meadow wine
Sweet pleasures true love shalt lure
Thy sense, touch, those eyes of thine,
Deep fantasy thou shalt ne-er obscure
When the passion of lovers entwine.

True loves spirits shalt rise together
Blessed to be by each others side
This eternity of love shalt be forever,
For truest love shalt ne`er be denied
Not life nor death shalt part us never.


She Slept Alone


A moon was out it`s most fullest
Stars were twinkling so bright
Her lover happened by his coolest
Begged to sleep there that night
(She was to be his hostess.)

She was reading a book you see
But he disturbed a good chapter,
Put down the book and come to me,
Says she, I know what your after
(Logically, he just had to agree)


She was never to be forsaken
Her vanity forever was for life
The wine she sips must not be taken
Even Scotch whisky would be rife
(She is not to be shaken)

He said it was love at first sight
And this she gravely mistook
He was her master, it was his right
But he never disturbed her book
(She slept alone all night.)

Pillow Book - Vladimir Kush


Stepping Stones


I step on stones over the lake
So I shall be so close to you
For each and every step I take,
I always seem to walk back two,
And slip as I shiver and shake.

The lake is wide, I cannot swim
And stones have gone from view
I see my watery grave show grim
With my reflection rippling thro`
And love preserved deep within.


Then shall I soar high in the sky
High above the sea on the wing
On the back of a dove I shall fly
Let the angels rejoice and sing
But I look down on earth and cry

. When spirits arose I then did see
Gazing down on Earth from above
The beauty then was there for me
Perfect visions of the one I love
A paradise where waters run free.


This Season Of Love

When April showers wash winds away
A flourished spring awakens loves tune
Bursting forth blossoms borne in May
And deepens the rose in flaming June
This season of love forever shalt stay.

Warm is the sunrays that shines in July
As the warmth from a true lovers kiss
Brighter the Moon that glows in the sky
Closer we share, such heavenly bliss
When all in this World, are you and I.

Selene. Greek Moon Goddes

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Ryter Roethical

Black Widow

Step this way he said
Touching her bare shoulder
As he led her to the bed.
Take off your clothes was his refrain,
Each touch becoming bolder.

She let him have his way
The end justified the sin
Smiling knowing he would pay.
And with release he felt the pain
As her venom took his life from him.


Candles and Hares

Like a candle our love burned, but far too bright
In lust and passion, we tasted too much too soon
Burning our candle at both ends into the night.
Juices sipped, and juices pent, with loss of gloom
At start of day, love slipped away, hidden by the light.

Now we are older and much wiser in our ways
Our teenage spirits whilst not dead and gone
Make us steady and much more able to stay
The conclusion is proven and very foregone
It is the tortoise, not the hare that wins the day.



What is that caterpillar doing on my vine?
So fluid and alive, yet seeming so impersonal;
I’m touching it now, see how it responds
And so easily curls around my index finger.
Such confidence I have to admire...

It’s so vulnerable and soft and spongy,
And I could crush it so very easily.
I place my finger back once more to the vine.
If it survives it will be a beautiful butterfly,
And bound to be a source of my joy.


Death of a Lovesong


I cannot be, and I cannot feel,
I lost everything that mattered.
You broke my heart so easily
And handed it back to me shattered.
I have no feelings because of you.

I cannot see, I cannot hear
Those words I so longed to hold
They fell to the ground bitterly
A whispered silence now so bold.
I cannot hear because of you.


My life is dark and so quiet now
Almost feeling like the grave
A darker love as deaf as death
Where is that release that I crave?
I’ve been blinded by your loss

Within this tomb of dark despair
The tears have ceased to flow
Nothing left here but ash and dust
With barren love, naught can grow.
A desert is now my heart.



Some open doors, for others they close
Some have a life that’s always hard
Winners win what ere is chose
Losers are born, destined to lose
From life’s rich reward ever barred

In life, in love, there never a pause
Wondering now what’s fates next card
I’ve lived a full life, I’ve opened doors
Built many walls, laid many floors
Surely nothing now can be too hard?

Doors of the Night - Vladimir Kush

The Hawk

Sitting here by a rocky hollow
Watching a hawk and her trajectory
Her flight feathers extended now
As she hovers in all her majesty
Dipping and rising on the thermals from below.

Trimming her feathers circling around
Suddenly… her wings close
As she plummets towards the ground
Rising again with a victorious screech
And faintly her victims dying sound.

Heavy Prey - Vladimir Kush


Our time together goes by in a blur
Hardly savouring events that occur
Yet we know there is no other way.
Each time I see you, how you have grown
And so different from the babe first known.

Looking I see you have your fathers eyes
The same blue that’s looking at you now.
You’re growing more beautiful everyday.
In a while you’ll hear the young boys’ sighs
All wanting to steal you away.


Lingua delle anima (Language of Souls)

My desire is to grow old with you,
But we both know this can't be true.
For a long life can never be my destiny
And when you die I pray it will it be me
Waiting, to welcome you to eternity.

Our two souls will kiss and again unite
As spirits, in love still we will ignite
The flame of love once more together
Forever bound, and loving ever
You have become my life’s endeavour.

Always Together - Vladimir Kush

Never Forgotten


"Never forget" he said to her,
At the start of their first night together
"My touch will be all you will feel,
My lips, the only ones you will ever know
My taste, the one you will crave for life".

Blindly, as a virgin she reached out to him,
Then again, and again.
Young and yearning, desperate to be loved,
She compromised all she knew
"I will always love you".


How could anyone compare to you?
Your hands, your eyes, your sound.
No other could ever be to me
What you are. I swear",
As he went away to the fight.

Many years later, as she lay dying
The echo of that promise was still heard.
As their children gathered to say goodbye
Then listening closely, she heard his voice
A voice she had never forgotten.


No Fear of the Dark

I couldn’t help it, but I think I saw a light
I thought that all that lay before me
Was nothing but a continuous darkness.
A light was there, it was you, you were the light,
And hearing your voice made it much more real.

I realise now it was no mistake what I saw
Nor was there any painting of words by you
Now I wish for you to blow out the candle.
There is no longer a dread of the darkness
Because now I can feel you there alongside.



I used to think that paradise
Was a great surf beach and blue skies
Or a well shaped slab of rock
That just might be possible to climb,
And always a glass of stout afterwards.

Several broken bones later I realised
Paradise was not having to prove things
Life is about being able to appreciate it
There is music, and wine, and natural scenes
And most of all… There’s You.

Music of the Woods - Vladimir Kush

So Long Ago

I wonder sometimes how any love begins
Mine began with a poem that made me laugh
One day we met and shared love by the sea
For a while we lived as if there was no life before
Making promises we could not ignore.

So long ago now, yours began with a poem,
I wrote to you, and I hoped you’d like.
Then we celebrated love together,
Those few warm nights of poetry and love
But too soon we had to part, for such is life.

To our time together - Vladimir Kush

Sogni di Amore


Dreaming of the romance of this night
Dark blue skies, form a stars back drop
The beauty, the allure of a full moons light.
Sitting on a seawall at some exotic stop
Looking, touching, bodies ready to ignite

Magically, soft, wet lips, light our fuse
Senses lost giving in to our feelings
Touching, surrender, as control we lose
Naked bodies, our senses reeling
Opening, giving, nothing concealing.


Now with no though of self or same
As with your love I cry your name
You in turn offering yourself in love
Finding a pure, loving treasure trove
Creating a tender everlasting flame.

And with the dawn a wakening kiss
Of sunlight on two bodies thus entwined
A wakening smile and years to reminisce
On early times, and how they dined
And how they created those dreams of bliss.

Psyches Dream - Vladimir Kush


I awoke and found myself wandering in the clouds
“I am not dead I think” I thought
Why then is there this wondrous feeling,
And why can I look down on the world below?
I awoke again wondering what was the truth.

What is the truth? Is truth a reality or a dream?
In my dreams there is no trauma or stress
Why can’t that be a dream and not reality,
Then what was in my dreams become the truth,
And no-one will be worse for the change?

To our time together - Vladimir Kush

Was it all a dream

Was it all a dream? I wonder
Shifting gears as I drive.
The vision of you, your voice
The kiss, the throaty "I love you"
Was it all a dream, or memory?

My voice in the wind
Blowing softly in your ear
Yes, a dream come true
Whispering my love to you
While you hug the winding road.

1963 Volkswagan Karmen Ghia

Nia Wynne

Cast Aside

Cast aside by windy blizzards of rain
Blue petals bow low drenched with pain
As the locomotive of life took them down,
So far down on blackened ground
They never saw it coming like a train.

Who knows of obstacles before their birth?
Must surely be the rare geniuses on earth,
For age only gives one so much wisdom
And rarer still is gifted to babes that come
Naked into a world nothing like mothers hearth.



I feel like I am never home
And never home was within a poem
But within a poor can of little of nothing,
For there isn't a thing to do but sing
Of destiny for only things of woe.

There are no homes for a poets words
Though empty space they fill like herds
Of antelope, deer and genetically altered cows
Ready to change your mental landscapes with plows
Of platitudes, comments, cliche and poniards.


No Choices

I could eat the words I write
everyday for breakfast
and still feel hungry in dark of nights
spent dreaming of love that won't last,
life wasted in a cast of circus clowns.

They never cry like I do,
everyday tears falling
from deaf clouds without silver linings,
thunderous ovations for all the losses
and using all my hours as vended junk food.


Times Remembered

It's time to smell the lilac's sweet scent
Recalling days so pleasantly spent
By the misty lakes shore with grandmother
Standing by my side watching ships forever
Passing through and tooting as they went.

It's time to remember the days of yore
When days were just days and nothing more,
Since then, the fogs have gone and so has she
That gave me every hour of love she could for free,
Laughing, smiling and never closing doors.


Twinkle Darling..........Sonnetina Cinque

The patterns show everywhere
Universal remains of light there
On a day dream canvas,
Threads not unlike laws
That sparkle for a time, so beware.

The stars may sleep on cobalt cots
Strewn about the heavens lots,
On a clear day they shine
With silver stitches holding loves lines,
Saying, darling, come home on the spot.

Dream Catcher - Vladimir Kush
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