Best Virelai Poems
Felt under my heel
A banana peel
I slip
Loudly now I squeal
Like a clapping seal
I flip
A mid air cartwheel
Now terror I feel
I yip!
Need to get a grip
Sweat beads off me drip
Oh boy.
I bend at the hip
My feet now I grip
No joy
I brace, bite my lip
And land from this trip
Not coy
Was this evil ploy?
A cartoon decoy?
With zeal!
A plan I employ
Litterbug, destroy!
Big deal…
Calm down from annoy
And had a Rob Roy
Surreal.
March 16, 2023
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Romeo Please Find Juliet-Virelai
I wish for a mate
That draws a line straight
One wish
A nice man sounds great
One that pulls his weight
Let's swish
Let's have a first date
See what's on our plate
And dish
If our moons shine bright
And our tides are right
See me
Basking in the light
Waiting for my knight
With glee
If our hearts are quite
Let cupid take flight
And spree
If this love note's read
Like butter to bread
Let's toast
Take my hand and lead
Let's be two and wed
Upmost
And spread forth our seed
And blossom and spread
The most
3/18/23
Write Me a Virelai Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Kim Rodrigues
Spring winds blow their sound,
Winter now is bound.
Knees in,
Melted, sludgy-browned,
Green peaks through the ground.
These in,
Nature's own impound,
Exiled now, grave mound,
Squeeze in.
Snow tries to reason,
Get one last freeze in,
Surprise!
Vernal, yet weazen,
March smells a treason,
The lies!
Mad by degrees in,
Arrogant season,
Reign skies!
Hasten Cold's demise,
February spies,
Be drowned.
Viridescent eyes,
Vegetation rise,
Be gowned,
Prep and lionize,
Time yields yearly prize,
Be crowned!
A large group in tow
big families show
some strain.
But music we know
everywhere we go
free rein.
We set the tempo,
sung a capello
right brain.
No tension, no pain
enjoyment we gain
we sing
of nothing profane
for who can complain
arms swing.
Though the pitch may wane
volume we sustain
with zing.
Reunion’s the thing
big family fling
why so?
To meet new offspring
older cousins bring
cargo:
food for the feeding
songs we'll be needing
pronto.
March 23, 2023
Kim Rodrigues' Write Me a Virelai contest
Alone upon a foggy night,
With waxing moon a ghostly light,
Resounded wings.
My mind contrived a murders flight,
While lack of cawing did rewrite,
Infernal things.
Resigned to capture budding fright;
I drew the curtains snugly tight;
My nerves hairsprings.
And though a superstitious rite;
I wore a cross to non-invite,
Undead darklings.
The third hour rings!
And witchly brings,
A inly fright on stealthy feet.
My courage swings,
As terror clings,
To fragile faiths undone belief.
And thin as strings,
My reasoning’s,
Assure a vampire’s kiss is sweet.
Unvoiced inklings,
Entrée stranglings,
Awaits your breathless Marguerite.
Across the floor without a creak,
Asquint, I see a shadow creep,
Phantasmaly.
Then lips are ice against my cheek,
A summer ice that burned like heat,
So wickedly.
And when she drove her daggers deep,
I begged her end my mortal keep,
And boundary.
With aching heart at final beat,
She drank the last of my conceit,
And murdered me.
Immortal is my Antoinette,
My slayer whom shall not forget,
That foggy night.
A Mephistophelean vignette,
Requital casts my silhouette,
In deaths twilight.
To scorn a woman fosters debt,
My debtor e'er bleeds regret
A bloodless white.
Alas she wishes she did beget,
A lover on the night we met,
To my delight.
Just a little tyke
When on the hearth~strike
Then blaze
Warmth flowed throughout like
Happiness 'pon trike
Young days
When you were godlike
I'd feel dreamlike
A phase
Let me paraphrase
It's not hollandaise
Just dreams
Down by waterways
Where God I could praise
Fish teem
As 'pon stream I gaze
Large bream dreams always
Sea bream
No_ hatchlings that gleam
And bring forth moonbeams
That strike
'Pon the eyes_pipe dreams
Whipped and fluffed upstream
A seiche
Dreams come true it seems
Strike brought fire agleam
In Pike
Written: 03/17/2023
Contest: Write Me A Virelai
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Pike..A county in Georgia in which we once lived.
Strike: Daddy would strike the match on the hearth to start a fire. Some fish when they bite do what is called a strike.
Seiche: a disturbance of the water caused usually by atmospheric pressure change.
Apparently, there are sea bream as well as freshwater bream. I am sure the sea bream are much bigger but those tiny bait fish I was catching looked like sea bream to me at my young age.
Checked with how many syllables
Fasting, no caprice
Burning without cease
I kneeled
Under words of peace
God’s graced to release
Sins healed
I heard words to deice
I said words to unleash
Veil peeled
Saints’ hands were a shield
“Praise the sun to wield
And kiss
Light and flames to yield
To have your lost soul sealed
In this”
Sun welcomed and healed
Dove came to this field
Of bliss
A thread as Christ wished
Robes to reminisce
Soft fleece
God hugged me in this
Black gown of bliss
No crease
Lifted from abyss
I received the kiss
Of peace
My Identity -virelai
My body, my mind
and soul entwined.
Who am I ?
My past gone behind,
never to unwind.
I’m to sigh.
Need to be defined !
Where to search or find?
May I try ?
I am born to die.
Days be wet or dry.
Me unknown.
Ups and downs to fly.
Life just passing by.
Monotone !
Whether laugh or cry
I am to bid bye ,
forgotten !
Aim of life not shown,
to enjoy or mourn ?
Is life kind
or misery - prone ?
Soul attached or flown ?
How designed ?
Playing divine tone ,
as body is thrown.
Lane ends blind.
03/ 18 / 23
Write me a virelai
Contest by Kim Rodrigues.
Enjoy every day!
Life is meant that way,
rejoice!
Whatever they say,
Just work, rest or play-
our choice
Just take time to pray,
Let God’s Spirit stay,
no noise.
Listen to God’s voice,
Do His will; spread joys,
we should!
Be calmed as turquoise
Bright, nice thought employs
right mood;
Stay free from decoys,
Deal tough things with poise,
exude!
Work as brotherhood,
Throw prides at deep wood
today;
Be always nice…brood
Stored words for brain’s food-
display!
Be honest, be good,
Wear Christ’s Peace as hood
Okay?
April 2,2023 1.44pm
Brood- think deeply about something that makes one unhappy
-just a try of this amazing form
Let’s check what we missed
in our to do list:
touch kind.
As a hedonist,
we merely exist,
confined.
Never by love kissed,
dark desires persist;
we’re blind.
Let us bear in mind,
it’s time we refined
our soul.
Lest we fall behind,
release thoughts unkind:
be whole.
Our form’s so designed,
God in heart’s enshrined;
our goal.
Playing our life role,
let love we extol,
assist.
Remain in control,
love has no loophole;
life’s gist.
Love doth love cajole,
reclaim joy fear stole:
bliss mist.
23-March-2023
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Write Me a Virelai Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Come friend, face-to-face
Partake and embrace
Welcome
To our neutral place
Beyond time and pace
We come
To regain lost grace
In unified space
Do come
Though our thoughts misled
Biased human dread
No hate
We will share our bread
Our poetries read
Relate
Debate common thread
Like water be spread
Translate
Agreement declares
Focus on repairs
With speed
We will share our wares
Use swords like ploughshares
No greed
Our Landlords upstairs
Deep in our affairs
Proceed
Date: 27/03/23
Write me a Virelai Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Date: 14/04/23
A Brian Strand Premiere No.1208 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Wearing a gown of lily white
I made my way into the ball,
My Date looked like a shining knight
at my side standing straight and tall,
Together we were quite a sight
the looks I got, I loved them all
wearing a gown of lily white.
Sweet sounds of music filled the hall
we danced so well he held me tight,
while in his arms I felt so small
as they were strong and full of might,
There's no way he would let me fall
but I won't think those thoughts tonight
I made my way into the ball.
My Date was sweet and so polite
he talked with a nice southern drawl,
We had such fun as sparks ignite
and we kissed at the last dance call,
and since my aim was to excite
I made my way into the ball
wearing a gown of lily white.
With gentle showers
He feeds the flowers
With grace
His spirit devours
Sorrows, dread cowers
We face
Darkness with powers
Found in His towers
His place
We cannot replace
His perfect embrace
We praise
Coming face to face
With love that’s the base
He weighs
Every last disgrace
So hearts can showcase
Always
Splendor to amaze
Spirits all ablaze
Unseen
He’s the One who pays
For our sinful ways
Between
Hope and faith we gaze
He never delays
Serene
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March 18, 2023
George asked for a date,
supposing I’d wait
all day.
That morning at eight
I stood by my gate;
oy vey!
He called and said, “Mate.
I’ll be really late.
OK?”
His mate? I said, “Hey,
your style’s not the way
for me.
I’ll go to the bay
and find my friend Ray.
Then we
on jet skis will play.”
(Ray’s gay I’d not say.
Hee hee.)
Ray’s such a sweet pea.
We laughed with such glee,
then ate
buffet near the sea.
I sure wish that he
were straight!
But some things can’t be;
I stay fancy-free.
That’s fate!
(sure hope I did it right this time. My Virelai "Blue" was not done right)
March 28, 2023
For the Write Me A Virelai Poetry Contest of Kim Rodrigues
A stem sprouts leaves two
Holding cute bud new
Grows free
Unfurls charming hue
Makes a flower blue
Blooms glee
Unframed scene sticks to
Pleased plant, shines with dew
Silky.
Bridge the two banks see
Standing on strong knee
Crossbow
Structure so crafty
Makes closeness lovely
Somehow
Bonding seems to be
River’s sole trustee
To show.
Longing two hearts grow
Desires in spate flow
Find clue
To bloom life nouveau
Paired love’s floral glow
Debut
Dear link two lives know
Living brings rainbow
In view.
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March 18, 2023
Syllable count checked at HMS
Contest : Write Me A Virelai
Sponsored by : Kim Rodrigues