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Daughter Villanelle Poems | Villanelle Poems About Daughter

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Will You Think of Me Once In a While

Will you think of me once in a while,
When the tears from your eyelids are trailing,
When they bury me after the trial.

Will you think of me oft with that smile;
When obstructions in life you are scaling,
Will you think of me once in a while

When you pass by the rose garden dial,
Would you think of my love as unfailing,
When they bury me after the trial.

Although distant by many a mile,
Would you treasure this letter I'm mailing;
Will you think of me once in a while.

Bitter thoughts grip my insides like bile,
But I reckon I'll no more be ailing
When they bury me after the trial.

I'll not be there to see you in style;
Please forgive me, my daughter, for failing.
Will you think of me once in a while,
When they bury me after the trial.


(Written on March 25th, 2014 for the contest
"Rhyme Battle: Round 4")


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The United Nations

Did you get my
Number yet?


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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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CHUBBY LITTLE GIRL: Ode to Bria Samone

I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.
A plump round face with chocolate 
on her nose,
for she's her mamas' chubby little 
girl.

What better gift for me in all the 
world,
wrapped in pink with lace and 
purple bows?
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.

Brown stains caress her mouth in 
one great swirl,
with a drop or two I saw upon her 
toes.
For she's her mamas' chubby little 
girl.

"I made a cake for you" she says, 
the whirls
around the room before she strikes 
a pose.
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.

"A cake for me?" I ask the precious 
pearl,
I touch her sticky face and spotted 
clothes.
She'll always be my chubby baby 
girl.

Hand in hand around the room we 
twirl, 
when we stop, I laugh and pull her 
close.
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.
For she's her mamas' chubby little 
girl. 








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As The Mist That Rides The Waves

As mist that rides the waves
My love clings to just You
Only your love I crave

You the only who saves
Constant  your love as dew
As mist that rides the waves

Telling your love in phrase
Day by day to a few
Only your love I crave

For each day on his stave
My musical notes drew
As the mist rides the waves

My right to hell did waive
The sentence he totally threw
Only your love I crave

For you did call me from grave
Transformation I flew
As the mist rides the waves
Only your love I crave


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Miriam

My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame
maiden is she with tumbled hair uncovered. 
She strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.

Like Sara in the tent she lights the flame
pristine hands in front of two eyes hovered. 
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame

At sunset each flickering flame frames
a wish for communion, peace discovered,
she strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.

The table is set, the family exclaim,
the challah's cut, the shofar uncovered. 
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame.

May peace and tranquility ever reign
from sunset to sunrise rediscovered, 
she strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.

This great mitzvah is sister Miriam's aim
since the dawn of time this act's recovered.
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame.
She strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.


Dedicated to my baby sister Miriam who protects and serves.
http://www.womeninthebible.net/1.7.Miriam.htm


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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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My Precious Daughter

We met when you were three
I know you like to climb trees
My precious daughter
you like hearts and butterflies
you always try new things that sometimes make you cry
mom tells you it is a good try
My precious daughter
you always giggle
when you get tickled
My precious daughter
I am the only mom you've really had
this makes my heart so very glad
My precious daughter
when you get sick and don't feel good
I will take care of you like a good mom should
My precious daughter
I love my precious daughter so very much
I love her hugs and kisses my heart just reaches out to touch
My precious daughter


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My Precious Daughter

We met when you were three
I know you like to climb trees
My precious daughter
you like hearts and butterflies
you always try new things that sometimes make you cry
mom tells you it is a good try
My precious daughter
you always giggle
when you get tickled
My precious daughter
I am the only mom you've really had
this makes my heart so very glad
My precious daughter
when you get sick and don't feel good
I will take care of you like a good mom should
My precious daughter
I love my precious daughter so very much
I love her hugs and kisses my heart just reaches out to touch
My precious daughter