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Cruel Ballet

An open window frames a scene        
Compelled obsession’s wistful sway
A metaphor imbues my dream

Entranced a moth, in porch lights gleam
Around it flits, a cruel ballet
An open window frames a scene

Alone at night, the same routine
Your heart within a glass display
A metaphor imbues my dream

Unaware the faux flame's scheme
A driven urge the moth replays
An open window frames a scene

With fettered will and pull extreme 
Your gravity of soul persuades
A metaphor imbues my dream

The glass I stroke as slumber weans 
In crushing heat I fall away  
An open window frames a scene
A metaphor imbues my dream

Chopped II Contest 
Includes:
A Moth
A Porch Light
You Alone
An Open Window
-10 Nov 2014-

Copyright © david mohn | Year Posted 2014

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CONSUMING FAILURE

Consuming Failure


Pay heed the dancing chickens hot plate feet
lest you believe the music makes him strut
outrunning death by curried peppers sweet

the cooling of the iron his sole treat
keep moving to avoid the final cut
pay heed the dancing chickens hot plate feet

harsh tempo of perfections searing heat
obsession with the ifs, and whens, and buts
outrunning death by curried peppers sweet

performing in the hope of winning seat
an endless line that must remain uncut
pay heed the dancing chickens hot plate feet

there is in heated battle no retreat
for some the dancer’s door will soon slam shut 
outrunning death by curried peppers sweet

accept in simple failure your defeat
perfections long sought peak a muddy rut
pay heed the dancing chickens hot plate feet
outrunning death by curried peppers sweet



6/12/2015

submitted to – Villanelle’s and Terzanelle’s Only – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Shadow Hamilton


Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

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Violet

VIOLET

If only blue and red came together,			
to build a violet colour instead,
then our lives will certainly be better.

The sides of politics will not matter,
no more deceit and gross lies will be spread,
if only blue and red came together.

If sports rivals did not turn game wreckers,
and accepted defeats with a calm head
then our lives will certainly be better.

Red and blue coats in battle forever,
throughout all of history this is read,
if only blue and red came together.

If both husband and wife kept their measure,
and family feuds where fixed before bed,
then our lives will certainly be better

If we spelt each word letter by letter,
and foresaw misunderstanding ahead,
if only blue and red came together,
then our lives will certainly be better.

Copyright © Ronald Zammit | Year Posted 2014

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Cool Mists

Like steam arising from a pot
and floating by this grassy field,
the morning mist concealed the plot.

I could not find the thing I sought
because with mist it was concealed,
like steam arising from a pot.

I tried to find, but I could not;
my sightless eyes by fog were sealed.
The morning mist concealed the plot.

Encircling seas of white I fought,
as drops within the air congealed,
like steam arising from a pot.

Then, as I stood there, lost in thought
away from there the sunlight peeled
the morning mist that concealed the plot;

And through the veil the thing I sought
a moment showed, and then resealed
like steam arising from a pot;
the morning mist concealed the plot.



{Written June twentieth.}

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2015

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From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands

From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands.
Comely words of comfort put the comma in the gray;
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands.

Hesitating white clouds meet the night`s dark commands,
But bring the dawn`s serenity for the a golden bay;
From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands

Luminous black jack oak stopped the moving sands;
The winding road might have danced on the hills` clay;
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands


Recollections` last wave in the glass blowers` light stay,
Smiling from Spring Lake to Thistle Shimmer`s way, 
From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands, 

Pine Barrens` silken grasses are kissed by birds of height,
Chateau Inn looks at the grave laurel and blueberry gay, 
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands.
In Paradise, rivers flow under Blueberry Month` sight.

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2012

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 37

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 36

All day long we kill to keep the home clean
Insecticides aerosols rat poison
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean

Down by the pond mosquitoes wake and preen
Time to send fighter jets by the dozen
All day long we kill to keep the house clean

Peeled apples for veg flies succulent wean
We spend week-ends choking every last one
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean

Kids we love but not the kind who boil spleen
So we sock the wife more than hard in the bun
All day long we kill to keep the home clean

At Antipodes some guys flex muscles lean
Call that homefront affront to smite them down
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean

What counts home comfort by all overseen
Secure society to foist nation
All day long we kill to keep the house clean
The killer instinct makes us bold and mean

©  T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 48





Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 48

Prod not the elements fierce dragons can wake
Tsunamis El Ninos smog haze acid rains
Anger of the Heavens lightning thunder quake

Qian the Father Kun the Mother did hands shake
But Eldest Son Zhen can put mankind in chains
Prod not the elements fierce dragons can wake

Final signs there to see which we still forsake
Can World War scenarios depict real pains
Anger of the Heavens lightning thunder quake

Class race religion which can most money make
What takes over countries do it for its gains
Prod not the elements fierce dragons can wake

Mythic gods we concoct for our ego’s sake
Have not they all harmed us more than mindless brains
Anger of the Heavens lightning thunder quake

Nation States make fated World we must un-make
The single choice One Race One World or HELL reigns
Prod not the elements fierce dragons can wake
Anger of the Heavens lightning thunder quake

-	End of Part Two  

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - Part III - 49

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – Part III - 49

The ONLY god there is Is there in your eyes
Close your eyes at sundown Who awaits at dawn
Infinite grandiose Multi-Verse never dies

Physico-chemical bio-logicalize
Infinitesimal these laws never born
The ONLY god there is Is there in your eyes

Are not players in the field fire and ice
Trillion thunder blasts gouge out space new-born
Infinite grandiose Multi-Verse never dies

The principle’s Yang/Yin or love turned to lies
If each living thing does not obey command
The ONLY god there is Is there in your eyes

Be not so vain as to think your god’s more wise
Just watch the Heavens toil and churn every dawn
Infinite grandiose Multi-Verse never dies

Nature has no need for mythic petty lies
Nothing humans cook up reflects Nature’s lawn
The ONLY god there is Is there in your eyes
Infinite grandiose Multi-Verse never dies

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015 

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Lost - Emotional Maze

Imprisoned in an emotional maze, anxiety saps both body and soul as I struggle, lost in a foggy haze. I stare in your eyes, as if in a daze, lamenting the innocence that time stole, imprisoned in an emotional maze. Impressed by flattery’s flamboyant ways, hope ignores reality’s costly toll, as I struggle, lost in a foggy haze. Bullied by passion and the tricks lust plays, I cling to the truth that makes me feel whole, imprisoned in an emotional maze. A pyre of doubts fail to kindle love’s blaze, lodged deep in my heart, like a lump of coal, as I struggle, lost in a foggy haze. Tangled in a web of lies and clichés, admonishing trust, I regret its role. Imprisoned in an emotional maze, as I struggle, lost in a foggy haze. (A “villanelle” poem.) Written Feb 5th , 2016 for “Lost - Poetry Contest.”

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016