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Childhood Villanelle Poems | Villanelle Poems About Childhood

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Alice in Wonderland

Plump-cheeked and bow-lipped, the stalwart mother sits reading,
corseted in her close-kept role, gathering the feminine
for like to like is drawn, bosom-pressed, Alice sits lazing.

Straight-laced, as the time, the stripped couch holds her life's calling
falsely framed in pleated revere, smacking of each hidden sin
plump-cheeked and bow-lipped, the stalwart mother sits reading.

Her voice denies the rigid caste of ill thought mothering
a doll's denied its little mother's arms and long lost grin
for like to like is drawn, bosom-pressed, Alice sits lazing.

All of nature calls to her but Mother seeks quiet's staging
as wilder spirits and untamed flowers wilt beneath her chin.
Plump-cheeked and bow-lipped, the stalwart mother sits reading

There'll be no romp, no rabbit chase, no rash beheading,
just Mother dear and only here within this room again.
Plump-cheeked and bow-lipped, the stalwart mother sits reading
for like to like is drawn, bosom-pressed, Alice sits lazing.

 
Painting Alice in Wonderland by George Dunlap Leslie 


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Upon Waking

Monsters hide beneath the bed.
Very slowly make their way,
Walking in the sleep of dead.

Out the window they are led
By the shadows of the day.
Monsters hide beneath the bed.

Lingers by a fresh spun thread
Maybe they will stay away?
Walking in the sleep of dead.

Light a candle there instead
Stay awake and watch them play.
Monsters hide beneath the bed.

Hope, just give up every shred,
They won't care if you're okay,
Walking in the sleep of dead.

Don't let them fill you with dread,
Vices you can keep at bay.
Monsters hide beneath the bed
Walking in the sleep of dead.


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Childhood

She has seen things in her life
That no child should have seen
Like powder on the edge of a knife

As mother inhales happiness and exhales strife
The frail child watches those eyes begin to gleam
She has seen things in her life

One the mother was a wife
But once father left mother started to lean
Towards powder on the edge of a knife

Mothers prized possession is that knife
Carefully hidden under the bed an wrapped in jean
She has seen things in her life

Once her father took brothers life
And the recurring losing theme
Led her to powder on the edge of a knife

Now daughter also experiences stffe 
Growing into a fragile teen
She has seen things in her life
Like powder on the edge of a knife 


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Our Fathers, Once Gods, No Longer

Life was holier then when younger, 
opened gifts at Christmas, I toyed
beside the shelter of my father.

Faith in the world was stronger
when what little I knew, relied			 
upon the lies he told me when younger, 

For as the hand of God, come under	
a cloud to part the sea for a boy, 
I walked proudly through the crowds with my father.

But now, his iconic loom no longer
fends, like prometheus, the plight
of man from one no longer younger.

For I see in the winter of his growing older, 				
this frail mortal of him, that destroys
the hope I would hold his hand forever. 

Empty by fact of having grown colder, 
Christmas goes quietly without the joy 
so omnipresent when I was younger-
and still knew God by the shape of my father.	
					


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After This You Needn't Regret

After this you needn't regret
Your life is bourn as your child today
Voudrais tu une cigarette?

All stakes are high upon this bet
Though grace and patience is all to pay
After this you needn't regret

In warmth and bonds may trust inset
The glow of knowing till egos play
Voudrais tu une cigarette?

Advice wears over for angst's outlet
Never rash nor heavy, never lose light in day
After this you needn't regret

In a wink and a worry in your Autumn set
A thought to the child now grown away
Voudrais tu une cigarette?

Then a day your child takes up the fret
You smile to see their berth and say:
After this you needn't regret
Voudrais tu une cigarette?


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Reunion

Brother, brother, sister, we meet together.
The vigil flame of childhood burned so fast.
Mother, Father, your spirits live in storms of stars forever

The season of our joy creates the weather
July reunion eclipses any darkness of the past.
Brother, brother, sister, we meet together.

Family, our bond, it is a treasure.
Dad, then Mom died—souls spun, tornadoed, dropped and smashed.
Mother, Father, your spirits live in storms of stars forever

An alchemy of alcohol and drugs infused our pleasure,
Consumed our innocence, trust and security shaken, terrified, harassed. 
Brother, brother, sister, we meet together.

Armored we survived the wounds and anger
Bruised by a god and goddess, confused by their caring in contrast.
Mother, Father, your spirits live in storms of stars forever.

Love saved us, it is so tender
Its enduring strength so vast---
Sister, Brothers, breathing separate and together
Mother, Father, your spirits live in storms of stars forever.


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Away

Softly she enters the path into wood
Dressed in summer's white linen, black hat unband
Toddlers follow, these of her motherhood

In bloom today trees ..dogwoods, cottonwood
She carries her butterfly net in hand
Softly she enters the path into wood

Tiny little girls become sisterhood
Drawn to nature are they, bugs, blooms, and
Toddlers follow, these of her motherhood

She spies butterflies in the thick hardwood
Escape today,  play her spirit's demand
Softly she enters the path into wood

Away from the creekside where sometimes flood
Away into the scary woods not planned
Toddlers follow, these of her motherhood

Away she goes into the deep away 
Stray away from everyday dismay
Softly she enters the path into wood
Toddlers follow, these of her motherhood