Some cinquains

While researching a possible article about Adelaide Crapsey, the originator of the cinquain, I tried to compile the cinquains that I've written. I'm not sure if this is all of them, but it's a start.
 
The pope’s
infallible
when it comes to matters
of faith and morals, but not the
weather. 
 
G. K.
Chesterton stood
before the throne of God
telling a rollicking tale, and
God laughed.
 
 
The stars
in their beauty
provide proof God exists.
Skeptic crumples an argument
that failed.
 
With each
beer I savor,
I think of the monks who
brewed such fine brews, bow my head, and
thank God.
 
Death claims
Stephen Hawking.
Now he finally knows
just Who really was behind the
Big Bang.

 
As I
walk I see so
many abandoned shrines, 
but then spot one with fresh flowers -
faith lives.
 
Behold,
Brother Death comes
to help celebrate not
our end, but our transition to
Heaven.
 
A priest
silently prays
in the back of the church,
and just then, somewhere, someone's soul
is stirred.
 
 
Adam,
along with Eve,
chose to disobey God
closing Eden’s gates for both them
and us.
 
Her child,
conceived in an
unplanned moment, now waits
helplessly, innocently, for
her choice.
 
The moon,
hidden tonight,
like all the secrets kept
carefully concealed behind clouds
of words.
 
 
My love,
haloed by sun
during our honeymoon.
Leafing through our album before
night falls.
 
Your smile,
so radiant,
overwhelms the darkness
in my heart and replaces it
with light.

 

Matthew

left his table

to respond to the call

to share with all the Lord’s message

of love

He learned
nothing he said
was free of consequence,
so he chose to retreat into

silence.

 
Walking
the dog shrouded
in the predawn darkness,
and then … then … suddenly, Easter
sunrise.

 If all
you focus on
is the darkness, then all
you'll know is darkness. Choose instead
the light.

Blessed
now Solanus
Casey, holy doorman,
may you inspire us always to
give thanks.


Two hearts
once out of sync,
now beat in harmony
and will until that day both fall
silent.


Heart-felt
mea culpas
are sometimes not enough
to soothe the hearts of those who felt
betrayed.
 
Austen’s
novels are full
of satire and romance;
it's sadly ironic she died
alone.
 
Giving
morality
the cold shoulder might just,
in the end, lead you to a place
that's hot.
 
All those
old photographs
of Adelaide Crapsey
fail to reveal the depths that birthed
cinquains.
 
 
Moments
of pain confirm
'that, despite his cold stare,
that pale, black-hooded one has not
won yet.
 
A vase,
perfect in form,
leaps from its niche convinced
its Creator erred, and ends up
shattered.
 
A cat
snares a robin
just beneath a nest where
three eggs will now likely remain
unhatched.
 
 
As I
walk I see so
many abandoned shrines, 
but then spot one with fresh flowers -
faith lives.
 
If you
see Godzilla,
remember that he is
another one of God's creatures,
then run.
 
Clumsy
astronaut steps
on insect-like creature
and is held on Planet X for
murder.
 
Star ship,
boldly going
where no man or woman
has gone before, brought down by poor
ratings.
 
Life form,
so alien
people run from it in
terror, is itself so aghast
it flees.
 
two moons
rise above the
lunatic asylum
inspiring the Martian inmates
to howl
 
 
He longed
to kiss her lips
but was uncertain which
pair of her lips it would be safe
to kiss.
 
This world,
silent except
for the rattling of
the colony ship’s wreckage in
the wind.

Some find

a crow's cawing

ugly and tinged with death,

but I hear hints of loneliness

and love.

What if

we discover

that for Planet Earth we're

basically an invasive

species?

The moon
behind the clouds
watching the world like a
shy girl seeking shelter behind
curtains.

Weather Forecast

Watching
the clouds racing
across the sky like wild
stallions fleeing what they know is
coming

Even

then, I knew when

my father said the carp

flopping on the fire felt no pain,

he lied.

Edgar
Allan Poe seemed
a very troubled soul.
But the tales he left us trouble
our dreams.

Peter

and Judas both
regretted betraying
Jesus, but Peter trusted God's

mercy.

Full moon,

obscured tonight

by the clouds and my grief,

in spite of those clouds and that grief

still shines

After
years of delving
into the mysteries
of nature he humbly knelt and

thanked God 

If a
silvery full
moon will inspire true love,
will a hazy half moon inspire
just lust?

The world's

agog over

today's World Cup final.

But for this game and sport I just

feel nil.

The moon

tonight, observed

through freshly-leaved branches,

shares just enough light to taunt the .

shadows.

When he

awoke, he sighed,

“It was just a bad dream.”

Then he saw on his body, the

scratches.

After

death, the skeptic

discovered while he’d been

focused on his doubts he’d missed

the point.

Pax et bonum