Kids Villanelle Poems

I walk the stars beyond my shadowed dreams.
Not cognizant, the mortal dim of eyes -
On twilight’s breast, my coalescent seams.

Kids’ adorn’d my hair - my...

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It’s here—sweet, long-awaited spring.
Earth has awakened; life is new.
The breeze exudes a unique zing.

Let’s have a big outdoors wing-ding.
Who could resist the springtime view?
It’s here—sweet,...

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The gift I'm giving you is already inside your traits
Smile at me only if your grin extends to your gaze. 
A genus, warm, and lovely...

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When I die
I give the Pulitzer Board 
Permission
To exhume my lyrics

And some overweight ME
Will put my verses on a slab
Going thru my stanzas for tone
looking...

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Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.
A severe risk as a result of the global warming challenge 
Concerns have arisen as...

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Come Christmas Eve; I'd hear the sleigh bells peal,
accompanied by carolers singing,
like most kids, I believed Santa was real.

Getting gifts would trigger a smile or...

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The Christmas Spirit is in the air.
Santa’s workshop is very busy tonight.
Elves will handle the gifts with care.

To bring cheer to children everywhere,
Getting each toy...

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Eager children await sweet treats
And colourful bags that have been filled
As well as pumpkins lined up to greet

Their tricks make the treats increase
All of the...

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Welcome May you are the best
So glad to see you after winter
You took a twelve month rest


Singing birds are in their nest
Flowers blooming bright colors
Welcome...

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The pregnant moon has led a man astray.
His life, and others too, he’ll devastate.
The plane trip of a fool begins today.

A lunacy infection in him...

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With all my heart I love you so
Since the very first day we met
I thought I just let you know

Our love is stronger and continues...

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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...

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I kept those little pigs alive
to stall the beasty, pursed to huff,
while piglets fled and still survive.

They live immortal and contrive
the hungry masher to rebuff.
I...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 21

Would Hindus see in Paris kill Siva’s* will
Who’s show is this: Puppeteer or puppet’s
Kali-Yuga* dragging hind legs to...

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On golden beach beneath blue sky,
                   ...

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