Showing posts with label Vancouver Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vancouver Poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, January 24, 2026

The Quintain Poetry Website: Bundled Up

 

Bundled Up:

Quintains, Tankas, Pentastichs, and Onions

Quintain Poetry By Mike Garofalo

Bundled Up, Volume 1
Quintain Poems 1 - 1,000

Bundled Up, Volume 2
Quintain Poems 1,000 - 1,500

Bundled Up, Volume 3
Quintain Poems 1,500 - 2,000

Bundled Up, Volume 4
Quintain Poems 2,000 - 2,500

Bundled Up, Volume 5
Quintain Poems 2,500 - 3,000

 

Quintains - Research

Quintains: 2,100+ Quintains (Free Online)

Quintain Poetry Rhyme Schemes

Quintain Sonnet Forms ( 5252, 555, 553 )

Quintains: Bibliography, Links, Research

Poetry - Research

Poetry by Michael P. Garofalo

 

A Selection of Quintain Poems
By Michael P. Garofalo

book unopened

          hidden potential
covered insights
closed ideas
     Waiting...

between
two eternities
     my brief life
               is stretched
tight

My experiences
have not broken me;
     but, indeed,
     have bent and twisted
          my identity.

-  By Mike Garofalo

Sunday, June 08, 2025

Cisco Kid Was a Friend of Mine

Poetry Workshop, Lesson 6/9/2025

Prompt: Write a poem about a favorite television program.

 

Title: Cisco Kid Was a Friend of Mine
By Mike Garofalo, 6/8/2024

 

Cisco Kid and Pancho
like the Lone Ranger and Tonto
like Hans Solo and Chewbacca,
helping the helpless,
fighting injustice faithfully
on horseback or in a Falcon spaceship,
showing up at the crime
always just on time
to save the downtrodden in a bind.

In 1953, growing up in ELA,
my neighborhood chums and I
watched the Cisco Kid on Saturday
on KTLA, channel 5.

Two cowboy vaqueros, Mexican caballeros,
at the edge of The Law, always moving on,
quasi-heroes like Robin Hood and his Merry Men,
admired by us in the
Bandini Barrio Hood.

They chased bad guy gringos,
corralled crooked cops,
and always came up on top.

Pancho rode Loco, Cisco rode Diablo,
loyal steeds,
carrying our anti-heroes
down dusty trails to do good deeds.
Horses, before Low Riders,
carried Southwestern Riders,
chewing grass not gas,
galloping bumbling Poncho
by cool Chico’s side.

One of the first TV series, in 1956,
in color on our tiny TV screens;
we saw our Mexican heroes shine.
Huge white sombrero hats to block the sun,
Chico in studded decorated ornate coats in black;
Pancho in checkered brown shirts and pants,
shiny leather holsters,
black pistoles,
dirty leather boots stomping in the sand.

Like Wild Bill and Jingles,
like Roy Rodgers and Brady on that
Nellie-Belle jeep;
Cisco and Pancho, especially Pancho
(Leo Carillo) made us laugh.
These jovial sidekicks
were essential to balance
the serious straight lead’s act.
Stereotypical Sidekick stumblers,
scatter-brained at times,
slow to get the drift,
loyal amigos in the mix.
They made us smile,
despite their mental limp.

We’d go on their adventures
glued to the boob tube,
until the final sendoff
by the two caballero dudes:

“Oh, Pancho.”
“Oh, Cisco, lets’ went.”





Poetry Workshop, Lesson 6/9/2025

Prompt: Write a poem about syntax.

 

Title: Syntactical-Semantical Diversions

By Mike Garofalo, 6/8/2024

 

Spanish can trick you:
adjectives after nouns,
pronouns and tenses
in complex verb endings
but consistent simple phonetic sounds.

 

He showed him trucks her
Ford red one favorited ran
Roads Saskatchewan on by slid
Syntax up messing not Rules
Ideas the get we somehow mind by

Object verb noun pronoun around twisted
blunders syntactical conflicted
like spellengs increct gve wey
tu menings implied toooo sey…
Yet, we figure it out in some way.

 

Double Negatives sometime don’t flounder
‘The pilot can’t find no place to land.’
‘I didn’t yell at nobody.’
Double Positives seldom work in English,
except maybe to express snide negatives
as in ‘Yeah. Right!’

 

Syntax facilitates semantics,
phonemes sing rhymes,
spelling correctly enhances meaning,
languages evolve over time.

 

I’m a hyper-texter by Trade,
sending words to other places of words,
to expand semantical contexts…
a new kind of syntax?


   The noun asked the adjective,
"Why do you speak of superficialities?"
    The adjective replied,
"Because your not very interesting
as a mere noun, unqualified."

 

    Streams of incoherence
Rivers of incomprehensibility
Oceans of meaninglessness—
    Occasional glimpses
of fools-gold in the poems.

 

Befuddled by
some poet's words
repeating rereads
increased the blur.
No pearl in the oyster.


Sunday, February 02, 2025

Recent Poetry by Michael P. Garofalo

 

25 Steps and Beyond:
The Collected Works

By Mike Garofalo

Poetry, Anthologies, Indexes
Studies, Blog, Guides, Travel
Ethics, Art, Koans, Spirituality

 

Highway 101 and Hwy 1

Stepping Over Epiphanies

Sonnets from Gushen Grove

Haiku - North Sacramento Valley

Above the Fog

Daodejing: Indexes, Concordance, Anthology

A Fork in the Crypto Road

The Spirit of Gardening

Exhibits at the Cyber Garden Gazebo: TextArt

Flowers in the Sky

Biography: Mike Garofalo

At the Edges of the West, Volume 1

At the Edges of the West, Volume 2

A Wreck Ahead Comes Into View

Cloud Hands Blog

Cuttings: Month by Month Snippings

How to Live a Good Life

Stuck in Some Concrete Poetry

US Interstate 5 and Hwy 99

The Raven Broke Open the Magical Clam

Pulling Onions: 1,000 One Liners

Four Days at Grayland Beach

Meetings with Master Chang San Feng

25 Steps and Beyond Anthology

Biography: Mike Garofalo

More Poetry by Mike Garofalo

Poetry Research

Interstate 5 and Hwy 99

Five Senses

Memories of Pacific Coast Places

One Old Daoist Druid's Final Journey

Uncle Mike's Cellphone Poetry Series

Fireplace Records Koan Collection

Brief Poems and Haiku

Tao Te Ching: Concordance, Anthology

Zen Buddhist Koans: Research, Indexes

Blooming Onions Pulled from the Mind-Ground

Zen Poetry

Virtues and the Good Life

Villanelle Form Poems

Sonnet Form Studies

Biography: Mike Garofalo

Monthly Observations and Poetry

Green Way Research Index

Body-Mind-Somatics Arts

Tai Chi Chuan and Qigong

Neo-Pagan Spirituality Studies

the scissors of my decisions

more to come ...


Mike Garofalo lives in Vancouver, Washington,
Orchards Neighborhood, Clark County.

He is available for public readings or gigs
in Vancouver, south to Portland, and
north to Longview.

He writes, reads and studies poetry.
His hobbies include:
harmonicawalkinggardening,
taijiquan, string figures and tricks,
yurt camping, and web publishing.

He is a 6'6" Tai Chi Chuan big man,
at 80 years of age.
He has a decent, pleasant, and
friendly speaking voice.

Best to send him email.
Phone: 530-528-3646 (but he seldoms checks)

Mike will be studying, practicing, writing,
yurt camping, and walking outdoors at
Sunset Bay State Park, near Charleston
and Coos Bay, Oregon,
on February 10-13, 2025.

Happy 2025 New Year!!!

 

 

 

Michael Peter Garofalo (1946-) grew up in East Los Angeles,
was educated in Catholic Schools, lived with two other brothers,
graduated (B.A., M.S.) from local universities, married
Blanche Karen Eubanks, served in the US Air Force, worked
in and managed many City and Los Angeles County Public Libraries,
raised two children, socialized, traveled, and learned. Retired as
the Regional Administrator, East Region, Los Angeles County
Public Library in 1998. We moved to a rural 5 acre property
 in Red Bluff, in the North Sacramento Valley, CA. Webmaster
 since 1999. Worked part-time for the Corning School District
(Technology and Media Services Manager); and as a yoga,
Taijiquan, and fitness club instructor until 2016. Traveled
extensively in Northern California, Oregon, and Washington.
We both retired, and we moved to Vancouver, WA, in 2017.
Currently in 2025: reading, writing, gardening, harmonica
playing, string figures playing, activities with grand daughters,
home chores, yurt camping, learning to read Spanish,
exercise, traveling in the Northwest, walking, web publishing,
family events, poetry research, photography, Northwest research,
Nature mysticism, sports events, and other projects.

 

 

 

 

Exhibits at the Cyber Garden Gazebo: TextArt and Concrete Poetry
By Michael P. Garofalo

At the Edges of the West, Volume 1

  

Sunday, January 05, 2025

Packing Up for Going Away

Today, I pack my yurt camping gear into my Ford Escape SUV.

Remember: 16 hours of night time, 8 hours of daylight.

Tomorrow, I will drive up Oregon 30 from
Vancouver, Portland, Scappoose,
St. Helens, Ranier-Longview Bridge,
Clatskanie, Cathlamet Ferry, to Astoria.
Sightseeing and lunch in Astoria.
Over the 4 mile Astoria-Megler Bridge on Highway 101.
Arrive at Cape Disappointment State Park, near Ilwaco.
Check into my yurt at 4 pm, unload, relax, take a nap.
Remember: 16 hours of night time, 8 hours of daylight.

Reading, research, and study,
Monday evening to Thursday morning.
What paperback books will I bring?

Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
I Sing the Salmon Home: Poems from Washington State
The Ode Less Travelled: Unlocking the Poet Within
message from the vessel in a dream
Cascadia Field Guide: Art, Ecology, Poetry

Each typical early January day,
at Cape Disappointment State Park,
Ilwaco, WA: Cool, Windy, Rain.
However, the current weather reports
predict dry cool weather until Friday
this week. Horray!

Remember: 16 hours of night time, 8 hours of daylight.

Indoors: Reading, Writing, Harmonica, String, Qigong

Bring:
Writing tablet, pencils
Books
Cellphone, Tablet, MP3
Photography gear
Kites
Fireplace Tools
Firewood, starters
Fishing gear bag, license
Electronic, lights bag
Medicine and cleaning bag
Food supplies
Eating cooking utensils box
Sleeping bag 6lb
Blankets, throws, towels
Clothing bag
Shoes bag
Wet and cold weather gear
Trash bags
Toiletries
Eyeglasses
Backpack and hiking gear
Water bottles, thermos, canteen
Wallet and credit cards
Gas in Ford, cleaned, oiled, ready to drive
Maps as needed
Cane, walking stick
String Figures Kit, Caroline Jayne
Harmonicas (C Low, A Low) + Book