New Poetry Game-Cinquain Chain- Come on, it's easy and fun!

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Originally Posted by Bii

Peaceful
is the jade rain
that falls, and carries words
to warm the icy heart - I say,
thank you

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You used my name in a poem, thank you Bii.

Future
Remains unknown
A mystery of sorts
The answer unravels with time
We wait

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Originally Posted by _JadeRain_

You used my name in a poem, thank you Bii.

Future
Remains unknown
A mystery of sorts
The answer unravels with time
We wait

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you're welcome. It is a lovely name :)

We wait,
but know not what
we're waiting for. Always
expecting something much better
to come

to come
upon the wind
freshly painted perfect
spread wings to drift along the breeze
flying

flying
not falling, through
space the colour of ice,
the consistency of water.
Soaring.

Soaring
see that mountain
I will be landing there
the sun waits to fall in the clouds
I perch

I perch,
the fish you catch.
Yeh you! Think about it,
I've got a wife and kids, like you!
Bite me!

Bite me!
please wake me up
give me back my senses
alive, certainly not like some
zombie

Zombie
sitting at my
desk. Is it me or an
imposter in my clothes, drinking
my tea?

My tea
is chamomile.
My pencil is HB.
My paper is lined blue foolscap.
I write.

I write
as though writing
were breathing, and poems
the food upon my plate. Prepare
to eat

to eat,
Rachel says is
a party in your mouth.
what then does kissing YOU do to
my lips

my lips,
unknown chakra,
Kundalini kisses,
the burning that does not consume,
moist fire

moist fire,
seething crackle
of this tense encounter,
the whispered howl of shattered light
flooded.

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Originally Posted by Il Penseroso

moist fire,
seething crackle
of this tense encounter,
the whispered howl of shattered light
flooded.

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Lovely ^^^

Flooded
with emotions
conspiring to drown my
desert world. Stack the sandbags, make
a wall.

a wall
i shall construct
strong, sky-high, bulletproof
build it thick and deep surrounding
my heart

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Originally Posted by firefangled

my lips,
unknown chakra,
Kundalini kisses,
the burning that does not consume,
moist fire

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You don't by any chance have an unmarried clone do you?
Where IS my fan! :)

to continue....

my heart
beating bleeding
keeping rhythm's order
sending out and bringing in red
from blue

from blue
above to green
below....colours of life
blending, merging...kaleidoscope
mirrors

mirrors
reflect images
so you see what is there:
prank-pullers often use one from
fun houses

Too many syllables Pen!

'Fun house'
the sign declared.
I wonder what's so fun
about it? Turn around and walk
away.

away
to that one place
hidden behind the door
where red books are read undisturbed
lovely

lovely
looks like ugly
sometimes, but look again,
the burl waits for the carpenter's
skilled hands

skilled hands
of course make fine
work when they are guided
by an inner vision and a
sure heart

sure heart
that's what YOU say
ready to love again
but will you be there for certain
for me

for me
eyelights flicker
and sounds warble imprints
of the soul, sleeping wakefulness
alight.

alight
in my window
sing songs of renewal
rest and blithely preen your fledgling
feathers

feathers
shadowed my Eye
like wistful lashes, and,
when aflight, tickled prophecies, as
they went...

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Originally Posted by Bii

Too many syllables Pen!

'Fun house'
the sign declared.
I wonder what's so fun
about it? Turn around and walk
away.

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Pardon moi, mademoiselle, s'il vous plaît.

they went
out of the way
others always remind
dragon's dreadful drivel dropped
a mess

a mess
inside my head
broken bits of thoughts gone
a wildness of unthreaded hubs
bizarre

Bizarre,
those roses are
blooming after this drought.
Aren’t their petals so beautiful?
Pinkish!

Pinkish,
often the price
for sharing the laundry,
but no one else should see those shorts,
but her

(true to life firefangled)

But her,
unlike others,
has an inner beauty.
When she is gone you still feel her
Presence

(I think my grammar is wrong)

Presence
outreaching soul
fingertips inward touch
a joining of physical to
spirit

spirit
seeking beauty
from unseen things at hand
questions veil is far too thick for
answers

answers
are on page 9
please don't peek until you've
tried your hand at multiple sums
math sucks

math sucks
the life out of
our dreaming minds but what
if math is after all only
a dream

a dream
a drama dear,
read, am a mare's ear - mad
rem, red mar me (mea, mea),
mama

^^^ LOL! (Huh?) LOL!

Mama
said, "Try not to
trip over your hem, my dear.
Torn wedding gowns are so beastly
to fix."

that's how my dreams are anyway

to fix
that startly gaze
upon my eyes, my soul,
to touch that untouched cord, oh come
again

again
I look inside
searching the quantum parts,
I praise you microcosm for
my life