Long Violette Poems
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We welcome days of spring,
fledglings are on the wing;
I hear them sweetly sing
in skies of blue
Our farmer’s up at dawn
spring lambs are being born,
they’ll play from dusk till dawn
as babies do.
I’ve grown pretty flowers,
which brighten dark bowers.
I work out doors for hours,
do you do too?
Spring brings us wind and rain,
people moan, rains a pain.
My brolly broke again -
a damp hairdo!
I love the brighter days,
the warmth of the sun’s rays,
we must give thanks and praise
nature’s review.
n/a in Violette Contest
Sponsored by Mick Talbot
Submitted to Screwed XVIII Contest
Sponsored by Rob Carmack
3/15/18
Plucky, we see the pond
With dervish eyes we bond
Dive in the great beyond
And ooh la la
He thinks she’s quite a dish
Handsome’s her one true wish
Into the sheets they swish
With great oompah
Like thrashing out of sea
Steamy fish feel so free
As who they’re meant to be
Waves wild hoopla
Of two young shades of gray
Whipped up, the seas obey
Oui! Oui! Risqué-parlez*
Midlife’s booya!
The calming of the deep
Married love never cheap
Embraced hearts fall asleep
After hoo-ha
3/15/2018
Mick Talbot’s Violette Poetry Contest
*What’s love without a little French ;)
Pronounced: wee wee risk-ay par-lay
Oui - Yes
Risqué - verging on impropriety or indecency (bedroom banter)
Parlez - Speak
Booya - urban dictionary: hell, yeah
Form:
Hall filled with people unknown
Stood Violette wearing a ball gown
As the young gentlemen asks for her hand
She offers him a lifetime's dance
Her touch reminds him of lavender
The lavender makes his heart purple
As his body turns into a garden of wisteria
His eyes start to glow like topaz
His hands take over the color of Turkiyenite
His hair becomes nourished with the scent of lilacs
The texture turns as shiny as the ametrine
As his toes touch the snow
They become Indigo
He starts to succumb
To the shades of Grape and plum
As his shoulders crave cosmos,
Aster kisses his neck
Slowly turning into an Amethyst himself
The end of November
Christmas looms ever nearer;
Gifts required for Buster Boy
Kitty Violette and Keira
As well as those for
Their dads and mums
All to be bought before
The dreaded day comes.
And the ads on the tele
Get ever more extreme
Filling kids minds with
Such expensive dreams.
So, I'm stockpiling the ammo
For my RPG launcher
This time I mean it,
Resolve couldn't be stauncher.
In my para sleeping bag
I'll be watching the roofs
Alert for the first sound of
Any approaching hooves.
I'll give him a warning
Tell him to pass by
And if he ignores me
Blast him from the sky.
Wonderful visions
Slide through my head
Of him spiralling down
In his burning sled.
The first year will be hard
As the kids wait and wait
Wondering why
Old Santa is late.
But kids are resilient
And pretty soon I feel
It won't take long for
Disappointment to heal
And in time I know
I'll get plenty applause
For ridding the world of
That odious Mr Claus.
Such pleasant daydreams
As I'm on the hop
Plodding around
From shop to shop,
Ever aware as Christmas
Draws steadily nearer
Gifts wanted for Buster Boy
Kitty Violette and Keira.
Pretty little princess
in bows and pink sundress
gifts and presents wondrous
year old today
Ribbons, sashes, ruffles
on floor crawls and shuffles
loud laughter and snuffles
childlike display
Mom and dad are so-so
lives changed a year ago
turned their whole world wacko
baby array
Parents hug each other
promise are still lovers
with a year now over
need time away
Grandparents blow kisses
friends and others wishes
party favor glitches
happy birthday
April 14, 2018
*Violette Poem Contest
By Mick Talbot
Second Place
*Violette is stanzaic, rhymed, unlimited quatrains, (in this contest minium 5), in the aaaB cccB and so on, feminine rhyming scheme. B is a linking rhyme from stanza to stanza.
Syllables, 6,6,6,4, per line.
Self Discovery
A
Violette Poem
sometimes I remember
our time in September
that became an ember
Faint memories
it's unforgettable
not understandable
We aren't valuable
gone centuries
I gave you everything
my love was bellyaching
you don't give anything
wasted journeys
your love slipped from my hands
please stop violent chants
your downgrading commands
angry flurries
from sunny to aching
I am slowly breaking
stop your selfish taking
dark galleries
hopefully you'll soon go
and I can slowly grow
the old me will soon flow
discoveries
By Sam Tab | April 2, 2018 | love
Form:
I had a dreamy dream,
that I was a moon beam;
a pretty goddess queen,
holding the moon.
It was warm in my hands,
this full moon of all lands;
shifting like desert sands,
I felt no gloom.
It was so heavenly,
picked from the ebony;
melting liquid freely,
oh sweet perfume.
Filigree blended lace,
I press it to my face;
this moon I now embrace,
must let go soon.
Oh moon let me ponder,
of your beauty wonder;
oh, sweet orb of silver,
transparent moon.
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March 3, 2019
Poetry/Violette/Rhyme/Luna Moon
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1120-942-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Liquid Luna Lace
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
First Place
chlorophyll greenery, Spring’s
creamery daffodils chock-full of light.
bees alight; honey wings.
violette clematis rife —
the ribbon wraps ‘round my neighbor’s mailbox.
her preserve rocks wildlife.
the southern cottonwood tree
sheds seeds of tumbleweed-like fluff, blowing
in warm wind; swing drifts free.
sights and sounds all around us.
He darkens our world, likewise lights it up
God fills our cups no muss.
the music of the starshine,
the invitation of the moon halo —
romance slow; paintbrush pines.
5/24/2020
the englyn byr cwca is a Welsh form that uses both end and internal rhymes
poem comprised of tercets (from one tercet to infinity) or 3-line stanzas
first line has 7 syllables, second has 10, and third has 6
lines 1 and 3 end rhyme with each other
line 2 rhymes with a syllable somewhere in the middle of the 3
I scrambled on the hill,
avoiding any spill.
The rocks required some skill
to stay upright.
A covering of leaves,
hid brambles, thick as thieves,
and roots, I do believe,
lurked out of sight.
So pick your path with care,
some sturdy shoes to wear,
with lots of sunshine there,
not at first light.
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A Violette, which seems to me a tail-rhyme with specific additional requirements: 6/6/6/4 stanzas with aaab, cccb, dddb rhyme. (You can
continue with more stanzas, all using the 'b' tail). There is a mention of a 'feminine rhyme', but I've not found a good definition for that yet.