Bundled Up, Volume 8:
Quintains, Pentastichs, Tankas
Collaboration
Artificial Intelligence
Places
Cinquains, Quintets, Quintillas
Gogyohkas, Limericks, Wakas
Five Line Poems and Onions
Turn off Quintain Lane onto the Collaboration Freeway
By Mike Garofalo
26+ Quintains, Tankas,
Pentastichs and Onions
5 Line Poems
Quintains Research
4000.
Clouds Tie Their Shoelaces
A mountain boils its tea in secret,
black leaves of old lava steeping slow,
sparrows forget the map and learn to hover,
ash writes a polite apology across the sky,
the world inhales, then remembers how to glow.
A ridge folds its newspaper into morning,
goats practice patience on the spine of light,
clouds tie their shoelaces and drift away,
a pine coughs up a small green memory,
I learn to stand still and be the view.
- C4: Garofalo & Co-Pilot
- Chinook Quintet
4001.
Time Sits on the Windowsill
Time loosens its sandals in the garden,
resting among rosemary and stones.
A breeze turns the pages of the afternoon,
each moment a leaf briefly lifted,
before settling back into the long green now.
Time sits on the windowsill like a tired coin,
sunlight counts its edges and forgets to return,
I fold my day into the pocket of a shirt---
the stitches hum with small, inevitable clocks,
and somewhere a minute learns to be brave.
Daybreak perches on the windowsill,
a thin coin of light,
it counts the rooms awake with a slow, indifferent hand.
A kettle remembers how to begin; steam writes a small apology,
the street folds its shadow into a single neat crease,
and we cup our hands to catch whatever the morning offers.
Time sits on the windowsill like a tired bird,
counting the light into small, obedient coins.
A kettle remembers the hour before it sings,
the calendar peels itself away, slow as skin,
and we keep the fingerprints of what we almost did.
April sighs through a curtain of mist,
With every secret that time has kissed,
On a windowsill where the shadows sleep.
Dusty books humming a soft, blue tune,
Counting the eyes of a springtime moon.
Time folds the day like a weathered map,
Resting its head in my evening's lap.
On a windowsill carved from ancient light
I tuck my old books into Time's sleeve;
Where small, shy clocks never take their leave.
April settles on the windowsill in a language made of dust and light,
the books keep count in margins that shift when no one looks,
a clock loosens its grip and drips softly into the carpet,
we borrow a moment and wear it thin between our fingers,
while time stands nearby, pretending not to notice.
Time leans against the windowsill, humming in a dialect of fractured stars,
a discarded shell glows with the memory of oceans that never existed,
the
tree outside rearranges its rings into tomorrow’s map,
hours drift upward like smoke learning to become a new geometry,
and the future folds itself neatly into the pocket of an unnamed god.
- C4: Garofalo & Co-Pilot
- C1: Garofalo & Gemini BU4106
- C5: Garofalo & Perplexity
4002.
The Garden Home
A breeze rearranges the garden,
as if editing my thoughts.
I pause, pencil hovering---
the apricot tree offers no advice,
yet somehow I understand more than before.
Morning fog drifts in,
softening the garden’s edges.
I rake in silence---
the broom teaching me again
how simple work clears the mind.
Morning light drips through cedar limbs,
a slow moving river of gold.
I breathe with the rhythm of sparrows,
letting the garden rearrange me
as casually as wind shifts dust.
- C1: Garofalo & Gemini
- Quintain Sonnet 555
4003.
A Dog Sleeps at Bandon by the Sea
Space opens like a palm of night, vast and patient,
stars stitch small holes through the dark for light to leak,
a comet writes its name in the margin and moves on,
planets keep their slow, polite revolutions,
and we orbit a single bright question without answer.
He waits at the door like a small, patient season,
tail a metronome for the house’s quiet heart,
nose mapping the day's invisible returns,
paws leave soft punctuation on the kitchen floor,
and when he sleeps the room remembers how to be gentle.
Learn from the sea: it keeps its promises and its grudges,
it gives and takes without apology, counting in salt and driftwood.
Map your days by its rhythms, not by the clock’s thin insistence,
respect its depth; humility is the only safe compass,
carry its lesson ashore: be wide, be honest, learn to let go.
- C4: Garofalo & Co-Pilot
- Quintain Sonnet 555
4004.
Friendships Lost
The quiet hours begin to draw the blinds,
the lonely streetlamp casts a gentle glow,
a weary heart and an uneasy mind,
recall a friendship from so long ago,
a bond of trust that time could not erode.
Through passing years, and paths of troubled thought,
the distance grew, but memory remained,
a silent promise that was never bought,
a quiet hope that foolishly contained,
the kindest soul for whom my heart has sought.
- C1: Garofalo & Gemini
- Chinook Quintet
4005.
Collaboration Key
Collaboration 1: Mike Garofalo and Google Gemini (Free)
- C1: Garofalo & Gemini
I pay for the Google Gemini Pro Plan ($20 per Month)
I mainly use the Notebook Database and NotebookLM Search.
Collaboration 2: Mike Garofalo and ChatGPT (Free)
- C2: Garofalo & ChatGPT
Collaboration 3: Mike Garofalo and Claude (Free)
- C3: Garofalo & Claude
Collaboration 4: Mike Garofalo and Microsoft Co-Pilot (Free)
- C4: Garofalo & Co-Pilot
Collaboration 5: Mike Garofalo and Perplexity (Free)
- C5: Garofalo and Perplexity
Collaboration of a Poet with Artificial Intelligence Software
A Cooperative Effort in Writing Quintain Stanzas
Quintain Poetry Sections on this Webpage
Bundled Up, Volume 8
!!! All the Poems on this Webpage, Volume 8!!!
!!! Are a Collaboration Between !!!
!!! Michael P. Garofalo !!!
!!! And Artificial Intelligence Programs !!!
4006.
Pulling Onions
The Onion of Being
Never stops growing
Layering layers over layers---
Giving us one peel a day
On our life's way
- C4: Garofalo & Co-Pilot
4007.
The Snail on the Move
Slowly he glides across the garden stone,
With rhythmic pulse and steady silver trail,
Beneath the spiral of his speckled jail.
The morning mist provides a cooling veil,
While tiny horns explore the dewy gale.
- C1: Garofalo & Gemini
The snail set off on Monday to cross the street
He carries his house and his mortgage in tow,
He waves at the tortoise who's on the go.
He'll get there by Friday, a glorious feat,
And stop for a rest on a lettuce to eat.
- C3: Garofalo & Claude
- Yachats ABBCC Rhyme Scheme
- Chinook Quintet
4008.
Seagulls at Coos Bay
White sea gulls stitch the air,
salt laughter on bright wing beats---
the tide learns their names.
Over restless blue distances
they borrow the sky, then scream.
Five cries over the pier,
white commas in a blue sentence,
chips stolen mid-thought.
They balance wind on one foot, seagulls,
and argue with the sea.
The Pelican's wings fold the wind down,
old fishermen of the air wait---
pouches heavy with the dawn.
They skim the breathing shoreline,
then plunge, prayers breaking water.
- C2: Garofalo & ChatGPT
- Quintain Sonnet 555
4009.
Seagulls Flying South
Along the long sea shore,
clumsy seagulls stitch the edge of waves,
wings flashing like light.
Tide breathes in, tide breathes out---
wings remember ancient paths.
Waves answer with a brassy, endless call,
Salt-silver breakers climb, then hollow, and fall.
Above, the gulls stitch the bright air with wing,
Their raucous cries make the cool dawn rise and sing.
The shore keeps both and murmurs back that call.
- C2: Garofalo & ChatGPT
- Chinook Quintet
4010.
A Porch in May
On my Vancouver porch the sun is bright,
Chasing away the winter’s gray and white,
I open a book to read of ancient times.
Yellow nasturtiums climb the railing high,
Reflecting fire beneath the morning sky.
- C1: Garofalo & Gemini
On my quiet porch the morning feels just right,
A soft spring shimmer warming pale daylight,
I turn a page to wander distant seas.
Nasturtiums flare in orange, red, bold and bright,
Their climbing blooms a lantern to my sight.
- C4: Garofalo & Co-Pilot
- Mendocino AABCC Rhyme Scheme
- Chinook Quintet
4011.
Winter in Vancouver
Rain
Light, soft
Hanging, drifting, suspended
Making the world ghostly
Mist
Hail
Heavy, hard
Pounding, rattling, roar
Scaring ghosts in the attic
Steaming street
- C1: Garofalo & Gemini
- Crapsey Style Cinquain
4012.
Night Into Day
Midnight drips from the streetlamps, slow as honey.
A stray breeze edits the silence.
Your shadow arrives before you do,
asking what hour we meant to keep,
and I pretend the answer isn’t already late.
Daybreak lays a pale hand across the rooftops,
streetlamps blink like tired witnesses and go out
a single window exhales the last of its night,
coffee steam sketches a small map of what will happen,
we stand between the hush and the first honest noise.
- C4: Garofalo & Co-Pilot
- Chinook Quintet
4013.
The Columbia Gorge Splits the Cascades
The Cascades keep their teeth in winter's jaw,
fir and basalt count the slow forgetting,
a river learns its name on each new slope,
clouds stitch the ridges into a single seam,
we climb to find the map we left at home.
Cascades keep a ledger of fire and rain,
volcanoes mark time with patient,
private calendars,
snow writes white margins along the ridges,
rivers unroll the mountains’ small confessions,
we pass through their grammar and come out lighter.
The Columbia keeps its ledger in river-
silver,
barges stitch slow commas across the gorge,
salmon write stubborn signatures against the flow,
dams fold the light into rectangles of waiting,
we stand on the bank and learn to measure loss by current.
- C4: Garofalo & Co-Pilot
- Quintain Sonnet 555
4014.
Orbiting the Big Questions
Space opens like a palm of night, vast and patient,
stars stitch small holes through the dark for light to leak,
a comet writes its name in the margin and moves on,
planets keep their slow, polite revolutions,
and we orbit a single bright question without answer.
- C4: Garofalo & Co-Pilot
- Quintain Stanza
4015.
Not a Single Word
Three old oaks lean together
murmuring secrets in the wind.
I pause beneath their shade,
grateful for the elders who speak
without needing a single word.
- C1: Garofalo & Gemini
4016.
A Campfire a Cape Disappointment
Sparks rise through the dark,
brief stars learning how to fly.
I warm my hands, still---
the campfire teaching again
how small flames can calm a mind.
Campfire pops once---
as if laughing at my joke.
I bow to the sparks;
even the flames seem to know
I’m not nearly as wise as I act.
- C1: Garofalo & Gemini
- Chinook Quintet
4017.
Drinking Its Memory
The river learns the names of the stones,
the riverbanks are stitched together with hands of light,
a little paper boat carries letters we never sent,
the current erases the date of our footsteps,
and the world bends down to drink its memory.
El río aprende los nombres de las piedras,
las orillas se cosen con manos de luz,
un barquito de papel lleva cartas que no enviamos,
la corriente borra la fecha de los pasos,
y el mundo se inclina a beber su memoria.
- C4: Garofalo & Co-Pilot
4018.
Birds at the Willapa Wildlife Refuge
White sea gulls stitch the air,
salt laughter on bright wingbeats---
the tide learns their names.
Over restless blue distances
they borrow the sky, then scream.
Five cries over the pier,
white commas in a blue sentence,
chips stolen mid-thought.
They balance wind on one foot, seagulls,
and argue with the sea.
The Pelican's wings fold the wind down,
old fishermen of the air wait---
pouches heavy with dawn.
They skim the breathing shoreline,
then plunge, prayers breaking water.
High over the bay
Ospreys circle above me
Silver wings pause high
Then the plunge splits blue light hard
Fish flash; talons lift skyward
Ospreys wheel aloft
with talons stitching the wind---
silver flash of fish.
Water breaks, sky holds its breath;
wings rise, sun-salted again.
Along the shore where whispering tides retreat,
Small Sand Pipers stitch shadows in the sand;
They chase the foam with quick, uncertain feet,
Then pause as if to listen and to stand,
Before the sea comes reaching for their band."
At marsh’s still margin stands the Great Blue Heron,
A statue stitched of dusk and drifting reeds;
Slate wings folded, eye a patient ember on
The glassy pulse where minnows trace their beads.
Then lightning strikes—one spear of bone and need.
Plover feet skim wet sand fast,
Pausing at the wave’s bright seam;
One sharp cry, a tilted glance---
Then the flock lifts as a thought,
Leaving silence stitched with foam.
Eagles perch at dawn
Salt wind threads the dark branches
White heads watch the surf
Roots clutch at the edge of tides
Stillness sharpens watching eyes
Terns wheel above the bay at morning,
their sharp calls braiding wind and light.
They hover, then fall like thrown knives,
breaking the skin of water where eelgrass sways
and the tide keeps its quiet, breathing rhythm.
Waves lean into wind,
shore birds stitch the foam with cries,
sand cool under cloudbreak,
gusts comb feathers into flight,
the sea exhales and listens.
- C2: Garofalo & ChatGPT
4019.
I peel another onion from the basket.
Layers fall like old assumptions.
The core is never what I expect.
Tears come for many reasons.
Some are simply part of the work.
- C4: Garofalo & Co-Pilot
4020.
Red Coals Pulse Like Distant Stars
The last light slips behind the ridge,
a thin ember of day still glowing.
Boots thud softly on the packed earth,
the air cooling with each step.
Evening begins before we notice.
A match flares against the breeze,
brief and stubborn in the dim.
Paper curls into orange petals,
logs shift as if waking.
Fire learns its shape slowly.
Smoke threads upward in loose spirals,
finding its own quiet route.
A kettle hums near the campfire coals,
steam rising like a soft prayer.
Night accepts our presence.
Tall trunks stand just beyond the glow,
their crowns lost to the dark.
The fire paints their bark in strokes
of copper, rust, and shadow.
Even giants enjoy a little warmth.
Voices soften as the flames steady,
words drifting like sparks.
Some tales are true, some nearly so,
all of them shaped by the night.
The campfire listens without judgment.
Logs collapse inward with a sigh,
a slow settling of heat and memory.
Red coals pulse like distant stars,
steady, patient, unhurried.
The night grows deeper around them.
The fire shrinks to a quiet glow,
its edges soft as worn cloth.
Ash gathers in pale drifts,
the remains of what kept us warm.
Nothing ends abruptly out here.
The final spark dims into silence,
leaving only the scent of smoke.
Stars settle into their places,
unbothered by our small rituals.
The forest closes gently around us.
- C4: Garofalo & Co-Pilot
4021.
Deeper Valley of Silence
Sagebrush shivers softly in the sand,
Wind paints drifting patterns no one planned,
The smells of sun-baked earth rise warm and deep.
Alabama Hills guard the quiet valley,
Mountains watching over secrets they keep.
Sand shifts in ripples shaped by drifting wind,
Heat clings to sweat no matter where I bend,
The smells of sun-baked earth rise warm and slow.
Mt. Whitney towers pale with alpine glow,
Watching the wide valley breathe in the hush below.
I’m trekking through sand where the sagebrush grows,
Wiping the sweat from my eyes and my nose,
The Alabama Hills rise up from the dirt.
The smells of the valley are dusty and dry,
With mountains that look like they’re hitting the sky.
The pine tree smells drift in the heat of the day,
My footsteps feel slower, like time slips away.
Sand whispers soft under each tired shoe.
The mountains near Lone Pine stand so silent and true;
The valley feels endless, holding thoughts lost to me.
- Garofalo Quintain AABBC Rhyme Scheme
- C1: Garofalo & Gemini
- C4: Garofalo & Co-Pilot
- C5: Garofalo and Perplexity
Poetry Prompt Request/Command/Question:
Write a quintain poem in the Garofalo AABBC rhyme scheme
about walking in the desert, choose words like: sagebrush, sand,
smells, sweat, Alabama Hills in California, mountains, valley,
in a style a 14 year old could appreciate.
2022.
Books whisper from their shelves.
Each page a seed of thought.
I plant them in the soil of my mind.
Some bloom, some fade unseen.
Philosophy is the garden of questions.
- C4: Garofalo & Co-Pilot
4023.
The clock ticks without apology.
Each second slips beyond my reach.
I grasp at hours like falling sand.
The day teaches me to let go.
Time is the teacher that never rests.
- C4: Garofalo & Co-Pilot
4024.
Time leans against the doorway,
uninvited, tapping its heel on the floorboards.
The afternoon folds itself like linen,
soft but impossible to smooth,
and I breathe in the wrinkle it leaves behind.
- C4: Garofalo & Co-Pilot
4025.
"A sign on 101 warns:
ROAD CLOSED --- WASHOUT AHEAD.
I pull over and breathe.
Sometimes the world decides for you---
detours are just another kind of path."
- C4: Garofalo & Co-Pilot
Collaboration of a Poet with Artificial Intelligence Software
A Cooperative Effort in Writing Quintain Stanzas
4026.
Highway 101: The Salinas Valley
Northbound at dawn. The Salinas River still half-asleep,
a thin silver line beside the highway. Artichoke fields hold
the night’s cold like a memory they’re reluctant to release.
Rows of lettuce stretch out in perfect geometry— green
equations solved by hand, day after day. A crew is already
in the fields, their motions small but certain, a choreography
older than the road.
The wind arrives early here, pushing through the valley as
if it has somewhere urgent to be. Plastic row covers snap
like flags. A lone egret stands in the irrigation ditch, white
against the dark soil.
Salinas itself rises slowly— packing sheds, taquerías,
a mural of Steinbeck fading on a brick wall. A freight train
idles near Market Street, its cars tagged with names of people
who probably never lived here.
Highway 101 cuts straight through it all, unbothered,
unhurried, a spine holding the valley together. Every few
miles, a roadside cross leans into the wind, flowers
bleached by the sun.
Past the city limits, the fields return— endless, disciplined,
a green sea that never stops moving. The road hums beneath
the tires, steady as a heartbeat.
Somewhere beyond the next rise the fog from the coast
begins its slow inland crawl. The valley exhales. The
highway keeps going.
- C4: Garofalo & Co-Pilot
Highway 101: Salinas Valley, California
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Shadows Fold Into the Hush of Soil
Petals open like small, deliberate promises,
sunlight threading through the ribs of each bloom,
bees write hurried letters in pollen and gold,
the air learns to smell like memory and rain,
we stand beneath this soft, unrolling yes.
Tulips tuck their bright hands into the earth,
crocus cups hold the last of winter's breath,
a child counts colors as if counting stars,
roots practice patience in the dark, patient work,
and the garden rehearses its quiet miracle.
Evening finds the blossoms whispering back,
shadows folding into the hush of soil,
moonlight gilds a single trembling corolla,
hope keeps its small vigil among the stems,
spring keeps giving until our hands are full.
- C4: Garofalo & Co-Pilot
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- C1: Garofalo & Gemini
Tick-Tock Tractatus
Speaking of Time: The Poetic Investigations
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Collaboration of a Poet with Artificial Intelligence Software
A Cooperative Effort in Writing Quintain Stanzas
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Quintain Poetry Sections on this Webpage
Bundled Up, Volume 8
Bundled Up:
Quintains, Tankas, Pentastichs, and Onions
Original 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
Bundled Up, Volume 6
Quintain Poems 3,000 - 3,500
Bundled Up, Volume 7
Quintain Poems 3,500 - 4,000
Bundled Up, Volume 8
Quintain Poems 4,000 - 4,500
!!! All the Poems on this Webpage, Volume 8 !!!
!!! Are a Collaboration Between !!!
!!! Michael P. Garofalo !!!
!!! And Artificial Intelligence Programs !!!
Quintains: 3,500+ Quintains (Free Online)
Quintain Sonnet Forms ( 554, 5252, 555, 553 )
Quintains: Bibliography, Links, Notes
Quintains: Cloud Hands Blog Posts
Collaboration of a Poet with Artificial Intelligence Software
A Cooperative Effort in Writing Quintain Stanzas
4106.
Garofalo Inquiry/Question for Google Gemini
Please write two quintain poetry stanzas.
Theme/Topic = Time. Include words like: April, windowill, books.
Two poems with a surrealistic, futuristic, symbolistic tact.
Gemini Response
April circuits hum, Time is just a rhythmic sum, Ancient books leak silver light. Cyber-crows on wire eaves, Pecking at the data leaves.
On the chrome windowsill, Time is standing ghost-like still, Digital seeds begin to grow. Crystal trees in binary lines, Trace the curve of future designs.
Garofalo Inquiry/Question to Google Gemini
Good start. Could you make it sound or think like the following poem:
Time sits on the windowsill like a tired coin,
sunlight counts its edges and forgets to return,
I fold my day into the pocket of a shirt---
the stitches hum with small, inevitable clocks,
and somewhere a minute learns to be brave.
Daybreak perches on the windowsill,
a thin coin of light,
it counts the rooms awake with a slow, indifferent hand.
A kettle remembers how to begin; steam writes a small apology,
the street folds its shadow into a single neat crease,
and we cup our hands to catch whatever the morning offers.
Gemini Response
April breathes through a digital lung, With every secret that time has hung, On a windowsill made of frozen glass. Dusty books wake up to see the glow, Of mechanical seeds that start to grow.
Time counts the ribs of a silver moon, Forgetting it has to return quite soon, To the windowsill where the morning waits. I tuck my books into April's sleeve, Where small, brave clocks never take their leave.
- Mendocino AABCC Rhyme Scheme
Garofalo Inquiry/Question
I liked your use of the Mendocino AABCC rhyme scheme. change: digital lung.
Gemini Response
April sighs through a curtain of mist, With every secret that time has kissed, On a windowsill where the shadows sleep. Dusty books hum a soft, silver tune, Counting the ribs of a winter moon.
Time folds the day like a weathered map, Resting its head in the evening's lap, On a windowsill carved from ancient light. I tuck my books into April's sleeve, Where small, brave clocks never take their leave.
Ostara's Springtime
By mpgarofalo
April sighs through a curtain of mist,
With every secret that time has kissed,
On a windowsill where the shadows sleep.
Dusty books humming a soft, blue tune,
Counting the eyes of a springtime moon.
Time folds the day like a weathered map,
Resting its head in my evening's lap.
On a windowsill carved from ancient light
I tuck my old books into Time's sleeve;
Where small, shy clocks never take their leave.
- C1: Garofalo and Gemini
- BU4001
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Collaboration of a Poet with Artificial Intelligence Software
A Cooperative Effort in Writing Quintain Stanzas
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A Cooperative Effort in Writing Quintain Stanzas
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Quintain Poetry Sections on this Webpage
Bundled Up, Volume 8
Bundled Up:
Quintains, Tankas, Pentastichs, and Onions
Original 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
Bundled Up, Volume 6
Quintain Poems 3,000 - 3,500
Bundled Up, Volume 7
Quintain Poems 3,500 - 4,000
Bundled Up, Volume 8
Quintain Poems 4,000 - 4,500
!!! All the Poems on this Webpage, Volume 8 !!!
!!! Are a Collaboration Between !!!
!!! Michael P. Garofalo !!!
!!! And Artificial Intelligence Programs !!!
Quintains: 3,500+ Quintains (Free Online)
Quintain Sonnet Forms ( 554, 5252, 555, 553 )
Quintains: Bibliography, Links, Notes
Quintains: Cloud Hands Blog Posts
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Collaboration of a Poet with Artificial Intelligence Software
A Cooperative Effort in Writing Quintain Stanzas
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Collaboration Key
Collaboration 1: Mike Garofalo and Google Gemini (Free)
- C1: Garofalo & Gemini
I pay for the Google Gemini Pro Plan ($20 per Month)
I mainly use the Notebook Database and NotebookLM Search.
Collaboration 2: Mike Garofalo and ChatGPT (Free)
- C2: Garofalo & ChatGPT
Collaboration 3: Mike Garofalo and Claude (Free)
- C3: Garofalo & Claude
Collaboration 4: Mike Garofalo and Microsoft Co-Pilot (Free)
- C4: Garofalo & Co-Pilot
Collaboration 5: Mike Garofalo and Perplexity (Free)
- C5: Garofalo and Perplexity
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Research, Reading, Resources:
Gemini Prompts for Poets: AI-Powered Creativity Using
the Poetic Weaver Method. by Shweta Shirsat. 356 pages,
2026.
VSCPL, Kindle EBook, $3.00. Excellent resource!
Generative AI for Dummies. By Pam Baker. For Dummies,
2024, 304 pages. VSCPL.
Google Gemini AI: From Beginner to Expert. By Christy M.
2026, 306 pages, VSCPL.
Writing AI Prompts for Dummies. By Stephanie Diamond
and Jeffrey Allan. For Dummies, 2024, 288 pages. VSCPL.
Generative AI Essentials for Beginners: Boost Your Artificial
Intelligence Skills with Innovative Tools to Write, Create
and Edit Content with Ease. By
J.S. Collins. 2025, 186 pages.
Google Gemini For Dummies. By Bonaventura Di Bello.
For Dummies, July 2026, 336 pages.
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Quintain Poetry Sections on this Webpage
Bundled Up, Volume 8
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Bundled Up:
Quintains, Tankas, Pentastichs, and Onions
Original 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
Bundled Up, Volume 6
Quintain Poems 3,000 - 3,500
Bundled Up, Volume 7
Quintain Poems 3,500 - 4,000
Bundled Up, Volume 8
Quintain Poems 4,000 - 4,500
!!! All the Poems on this Webpage, Volume 8!!!
!!! Are a Collaboration Between !!!
!!! Michael P. Garofalo !!!
!!! And Artificial Intelligence Programs !!!
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Quintains: 3,500+ Quintains (Free Online)
Quintain Sonnet Forms ( 554, 5252, 555, 553 )
Quintains: Bibliography, Links, Notes
Quintains: Cloud Hands Blog Posts
This work is licensed under a:
Creative Commons Attribution-Non-Commercial-No-Derivates
4.0
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Methodology
1. Develop a effective Prompt Command
for the AI software to write or analyze poetry.
This is the most important first step in co-authoring poetry
with an Artificial Intelligent Assistant.
This webpage publishes only quintain poetry.
It might involve writing a quintain in Google Docs and
then asking Google Gemini Pro to improve, rewrite, or modify
your quintain poem. Or, you could issue a sketchy or detailed
Prompt Command Request to the AI Assistant. The more
detailed your Prompt Command, the more likely the
AI Assistant will return results to your liking.
If your AI Assistant has been trained in you poetry via
Notebooks as in Google Gemini, and using the
NotebooksLM smart module, then the AI software knows
more about your tastes and styles. It is more likely
to produce poetry you find suitable on the theme of
your choice.
Gemini Prompts for Poets: AI-Powered Creativity Using
the Poetic Weaver Method. by Shweta Shirsat. 356 pages,
2026.
VSCPL, Kindle EBook, $3.00.
Writing AI Prompts for Dummies. By Stephanie Diamond and Jeffrey Allan. For Dummies, 2024, 288 pages. VSCPL.
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Quintain Poetry Sections on this Webpage
Bundled Up, Volume 8
Bundled Up:
Quintains, Tankas, Pentastichs, and Onions
Original 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
Bundled Up, Volume 6
Quintain Poems 3,000 - 3,500
Bundled Up, Volume 7
Quintain Poems 3,500 - 4,000
Bundled Up, Volume 8
Quintain Poems 4,000 - 4,500
!!! All the Quintain Poems on this Webpage, Volume 8 !!!
!!! Are a Collaboration Between !!!
!!! Michael P. Garofalo !!!
!!! And Artificial Intelligence Programs !!!
Quintains: 3,500+ Quintains (Free Online)
Quintain Sonnet Forms ( 554, 5252, 555, 553 )
Quintains: Bibliography, Links, Notes
Quintains: Cloud Hands Blog Posts
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Quintain Poetry Sections on this Webpage
Bundled Up, Volume 8
Bundled Up:
Quintains, Tankas, Pentastichs, and Onions
Original 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
Bundled Up, Volume 6
Quintain Poems 3,000 - 3,500
Bundled Up, Volume 7
Quintain Poems 3,500 - 4,000
Bundled Up, Volume 8
Quintain Poems 4,000 - 4,500
!!! All the Quintain Poems on this Webpage, Volume 8 !!!
!!! Are a Collaboration Between !!!
!!! Michael P. Garofalo !!!
!!! And Artificial Intelligence Programs !!!
Quintains: 3,500+ Quintains (Free Online)
Quintain Sonnet Forms ( 554, 5252, 555, 553 )
Quintains: Bibliography, Links, Notes
Quintains: Cloud Hands Blog Posts
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Quintain Poetry Sections on this Webpage
Bundled Up, Volume 8
Bundled Up:
Quintains, Tankas, Pentastichs, and Onions
Original 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
Bundled Up, Volume 6
Quintain Poems 3,000 - 3,500
Bundled Up, Volume 7
Quintain Poems 3,500 - 4,000
Bundled Up, Volume 8
Quintain Poems 4,000 - 4,500
!!! All Quintain Poems on this Webpage !!!
!!! Are a Collaboration Between !!!
!!! Michael P. Garofalo !!!
!!! And Artificial Intelligence Programs !!!
Quintains: 3,500+ Quintains (Free Online)
Quintain Sonnet Forms ( 554, 5252, 555, 553 )
Quintains: Bibliography, Links, Notes
Quintains: Cloud Hands Blog Posts
25 Steps and Beyond: Collected Works
At the Edges of the West
Highway 101 and Hwy 1
Bundled Up: Quintains, Pentastichs, Tankas
Cuttings: Haiku, Senryu, Brief Poems
At the Edges of the Fertile West
Highway 99 and Interstate 5
Texts Press Publications
Free Online Poetry and Studies
Vancouver, Washington
Texts Press Email
Quintains and Tanka Poetry
Research, Studies, Notes
Bibliography, Links, References,
Webpages, Essays, Magazines
Definitions, Examples
Research by Mike Garofalo
Mike Garofalo's Internet
Web Publishing
Objectives, Aims, and Policies:
Provide open access to people worldwide.
People can read my poetry for free: 24/7.
Google translate drop-down menu included.
No advertising or pop-up ads on my webpages.
No cookies log-in steps.
No irrelevant graphics.
No AI generated ads!
No requests for your email before reading.
Not promoting chapbooks or
books of mine or from others to sell.
Since 2024, my webpages are in
CSS format and cellphone readable.
I use my Cloud Hands Blog for
poetry posts, posts on a variety
of topics, promoting others,
and selling books.
I research and study poetry at my home.
In 2026, I am carefully studying
the poetry of William Stafford,
Emily Dickinson, and the West Coast,
USA, Literary Scene, Quintains, and Time.
My academic background includes:
philosophy, information science,
librarianship, education, and business.
Feedback or suggestions are welcome.
Agents, editors and publishers who think my
poetry has some commercial possibilities
for themselves
are encouraged
to contact me.
I've been employed as a webmaster,
grant writer, and web publisher
since 1998.
25 Steps and Beyond:
The Collected Works of Mike Garofalo
Texts PreSS Couve Publications
Free Online Poetry and Studies
By Mike Garofalo
Vancouver, Washington
Text PreSS Couve Email
Michael Peter Garofalo (1946-) grew up in East Los Angeles, raised well by my parents June and Big Mike, 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 1998. Worked part-time for the Corning School District (Technology and Media Services Manager, District Librarian, Grant Writer, Webmaster); 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, home chores, yurt camping, exercise, traveling in the Northwest, web publishing, family events, poetry research, photography, Northwest research, Nature mysticism, Buddhist and Taoist literature, walking, sports events, etc.
25 Steps and Beyond; Collected Works
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Bundled Up:
Quintains, Pentastichs,
Tankas, and Onions
Poetry By Michael P. Garofalo
Pulling Onions
1,000 Quips, Opinions, and One-Liners
A Basket of Ideas from the Backyard
Cuttings :::
Tercets, Haiku, Senryu, and Onions
Arranged by Months
At the Edges of the West
A Docu-Poem
The earliest poems on this webpage
were posted online in 2021.
Poetry, Quintains, TextArt, Research, Compilation,
Photos, Series, Indexing:
By
Michael Peter Garofalo
© Green Way Research, Valley Spirit Center,
Gushen Grove Notebooks,
Vancouver, Washington
© 2021-2026 CCA 4.0
This work is licensed under a:
Creative Commons Attribution-Non-Commercial-No-Derivates
4.0
International License. BU8 by mpgarofalo.
!!! All Quintain Poems on this Webpage !!!
!!! Are a Collaboration Between !!!
!!! Michael P. Garofalo !!!
!!! And Artificial Intelligence Programs !!!
All of these Bundled Up, Volume 8,
quintain poems were written, composed, and
revised by me while working with artificial
intelligence software programs.
.m.p.g. , mpgarofalo,
in 2026.
This document was last edited, revised,
reformatted, added to, relinked,
changed, improved, or modified
by Michael Peter Garofalo [mpgarofalo]
on May 20, 2026.