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Villanelle Women Poems | Villanelle Poems About Women

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Newness of Life

In Spring young thoughts turn to fancy
life around us is renewed
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy

Do entice men with a curtsey
careful least it's a wedding bed
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy

Now the ladies, a few doxy's
love to spin,  their skirts all spread
Ladies wearing gowns all chintzy

Love comes courting in ecstasy
the fashion this year is redheads
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy

The ladies are so full of moxie
lead men on but no maidenhead
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy

Fluttering eyelids so saucy
men their passions this time unfed
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014

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This Is Me

this is me this is all
head down and open eyed
see us rise hear us fall

trapped in this earthly wall
terrified creatures hide
this is me this is all

each day brings a new brawl
fueled by jehovah's pride
see us rise hear us fall

for lucifer’s downfall
left wickedness denied 
this is me this is all

with harmony unshawled
we’ll embrace genocide
see us rise hear us fall

now hope rides newborn wings
scorched by lies, fathers sing
this is me this is all
see us rise hear us fall

Copyright © Ralph Mason | Year Posted 2014

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Villanelle: If only the World were such as to be just - 1

Villanelle: If only the World were such as to be just – 1

If only the World were such as to be just
Then all girls would be born all all beautiful
And men would be the lame laid sex without lust

If only the girls were all all free as dust
And men could pick and choose and ditch them sackful
If only the World were such as to be just

If only in test-tubes girls their eggs entrust
Then men would much work find their clawing hands full
Would then men be the lame laid sex without lust

If only lifelong hour-glass shape girls love must
Through whirls twists and twirls be not at all bashful
If only the World were such as to be just

If only the girls in their joints did not rust
While men could lay themselves down just wonderful
Would then men be the lame laid sex without lust

Would men then cheat on spouses neglect thwart trust
And at every swaying dame steal an eyeful
If only the World were such as to be just
Would men then be the lame laid sex without lust

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 8

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 8

The pain that M’m’selle inflicts on her toes
Twists itches in bums and bosoms of hope
Each in his own way straps on strappados 

Mascaraed serene face trots on stilettos
Embryos oblivious violent lope
The pain that M’m’selle inflicts on her toes

Paths to pleasure lead through stabbing throes
Sadistic brutes loved more than sweet husband dope
Each in his own way straps on strappados

Tigress nape stung deep in tiger-tooth jaws
Thumped fury of loins turns mother salope
The pain that M’m’selle inflicts on her toes

The sacred act of making one life’s woes
Born of the terra moto gasping breath grope
Each in his own way straps on strappados

Still the Big-Bang whistles tinnitus mementoes
Is the Universe the result of wanton rape
The pain that M’m’selle inflicts on her toes
Each in his own way straps on strappados

© T. Wignesan – Pars,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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I play with the souls of men

I play with the souls of men 
From their births to their deaths
I play with the souls of men 

I play with the souls of men 
From their primitive laughter and
Lies i know the souls of all men

I play with the souls of men 
From the time  when they stop crying
And whingeing i play with their souls

I play with the souls of all men
A strong woman like me is forced by law
To kneel and please the evil hearts of men

I play witth the souls of your proud men
Who call me a dirty kaffir woman but when some
Bleed to death I must say I love these men

I play with the souls of your naive young men
I play with the evil hearts of their fathers and grandfathers
I am the guilty grandmother of guilt riddled men

Copyright © Pheko Machaya | Year Posted 2016