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Funny Villanelle Poems | Villanelle Poems About Funny

These Funny Villanelle poems are examples of Villanelle poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Funny Villanelle poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Broken lines


Broken lines

Across plain surfaces your fruit opines!   A1
Describes your artistry and sightly write   b
the art of poetry: The broken lines!   A2

Unleash your fantasy on page-designs   a
(arrhythmic doggerel attacks that bite),   b
across plain surfaces your fruit opines!   A1

Miraculous your literature aligns   a
ambitious text in rounded form but trite,   b
the art of poetry: The broken lines!   A2

The heavens open and the void enshrines   a
the structured verse, while cumulus contrite,   b
across plain surfaces your fruit opines!   A1

The fancy fonts' array, rotund, entwines   a
while fresh cerebral onion rings recite   b
the art of poetry: The broken lines!   A2

The fruity shaped artistic form resigns,   a
your freedom of poetic thought and sprite   b
across plain surfaces your fruit opines   A1
the art of poetry: The broken lines!   A2

© 01-02-2014, G. Venetopoulos

(Iambic Pentameter Villanelle)
( A1 b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 A2. )
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You may download these nice PDF pages and read about Poetic Devices, Meter and Rhythm, Prose and Differences between Poetry and Prose!!
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Poetic Devices:
http://www.chaparralpoets.org/devices.pdf
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Poetic Devices:
http://campuses.fortbendisd.com/campuses/documents/teacher/2008%5Cteacher_20080829_1416.pdf
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Meter:
http://www.tnellen.com/06iths/spring/poetry_meter.pdf
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Rhythm:
http://www.wier.ca/attachments/178_Rhythm.pdf
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Prose:
http://www.schepartzlab.yale.edu/Coollinkspdfs/yale-writingprose.pdf
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Differences between Poetry and Prose
http://www.readwritethink.org/files/resources/p-as_docs/PoetryandProse.pdf
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Prose Basics:
http://www2.anglistik.uni-freiburg.de/intranet/englishbasics/PDF/Prose.pdf
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Conclusion:

( The art of poetry (free or structured verse) is not the discontinuation 
(braking) of lines that offer to the text a pretty layout, the used fonts,
the geometrical shapes of the text body (circles, rectangles, fruits,
triangles etc) and its alignment on the page ).  
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The art of real poetry (free or structured verse), is the intellectual and poetic qualities, devices and rules the poet eloquently merges in his creations. )


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In A Rush To Hide The Truth

I really wish I remembered what I told you the other day
When you asked me where I was and why I didn’t call?
I rushed to hide the truth and I forgot where I put it away.

As I stand here—sweating, I feel you sensing my delay
To answer uncomplicated questions I should recall.
I really wish I remembered what I told you the other day

Since, my deceit could destroy the perfect picture I portray,
Of a good and honest man who would never let trickery befall
So, I rushed to hide the truth and forgot where I put it away.

Maybe, I could tell you I left the answer with my attaché 
Or, maybe I could just grunt and grab my chest and fall?
I really wish I remembered what I told you the other day!

Sense and reason screamed at my conscience not to betray,
But, I did it anyway; it was just so small, what could be the downfall?
Then, I rushed to hide the truth and I forgot where I put it away

Because, I thought if I told you the truth you wouldn’t stay,
And since I’m so selfish—I hope I told you I was at the mall…
I really wish I remembered what I told you the other day;
But, I rushed to hide the truth and I forgot where I put it away.

Submitted for Dr. Ram's "Villanelle Me" contest


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Etok The Shufflebutt


Oh, he is but Etok the Shufflebutt! 
So cheerful like a morn sun is this man, 
whose memory’s like fish, but he’s no nut. 

He loves poetry, and he knows what’s what,
cradling your thoughts with his warmth like ocean. 
Oh, he is but Etok the Shufflebutt, 

who is not known for his infamous strut...
like rooster in a hen house! He’s the one 
whose memory’s like fish, but he’s no nut. 

He writes and writes, rewrites and rewrites that 
oft he forgets, at night, his wife to man. 
Oh, he is but Etok the Shufflebutt, 

a poe(t) that easily forgets what 
he writes, ‘cause he was born to be that man
whose memory’s like fish, but he’s no nut. 

Blessed is he, who smiles sweet as a nut, 
that he greets you all not with a shotgun. 
Oh, he is but Etok the Shufflebutt,
whose memory’s like fish, but he’s no nut!   


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Quakers on Pacifism

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war,

Or to refuse to stuff one’s face with meat.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore

 

By definition.  It’s not like before.

These things are individual.  We can cheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

 

We cannot break an invisible law.

We rubbed it out, you see.  I should repeat:

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.

 

Some are.  Some aren’t.  There’s nothing we stand for.

We can have bacon, toast or Shredded Wheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war – 

 

To be vegetarian, vegan or

In any way, restrict what one may eat.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.

 

This, Friends, is the conclusion we must draw – 

Won’t vote on this; we might just face defeat:

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore. 


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The Danger of Sam

Beads of blood define my plight
No scars to see just yet
How much more do I need to fight?

I wish I could show you this sight
The fine lines of red that have just begun to set
Beads of blood define my plight

All I wish is that he might 
Stop soon, but my wishing is only a threat
How much more do I need to fight?

I scream and I kick as he shows me his bite
Trying to make sure I’ll never forget
The beads of blood that define my plight

How is he to know which is wrong and which is right?
Will he ever feel regret?
How much more do I need to fight?

Poor little raccoon, with your collar so tight
Why do I have you as a pet?
Beads of blood define my plight
How much more do I need to fight?