Short Vassallo Poems
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Arms around each other.
Bed of roses he laid her on.
Caressing each other so fine.
Desired from day one.
French kissed n made love.
Contest: - ABC - Poem about Love
Sponsor: - Alfred Vassallo
Categories:
vassallo, love,
Form:
ABC
Uncertainty
Uncertainty beats,
Traverse through chords of my heart,
Mind keeps pulling strings,
Apprehension overwhelms,
Firm decision sets the rhyme !
Tanks- 5/7/5/7/7
Written September 22nd, 2014
For contest 'Any new poem' by Alfred Vassallo
Categories:
vassallo, deep, introspection,
Form:
Tanka
me and my doppelgänger
always fight with each other
one is reasonable and
other - eccentric
one is drunk - in poetry
other - sunk in business
the fight continues - but still,
both go hand in hand
Contest : Doppelganger Dodoitsu
Sponsor : Alfred Vassallo
Categories:
vassallo, conflict, self,
Form:
Dodoitsu
bright eyes gleaming with mischief
gentle compassionate views
determinedly ambitious
me sober and free
glazed eyes full of hate and fear
anger mixed with self pity
high drama - no coping skills
alcoholic me
Written 12/6/2015
Dodoitsu Doppelganger Contest by Alfred Vassallo
4th Place
Categories:
vassallo, addiction, anger, fear, how i feel, identity,
Form:
Dodoitsu
A man stood there at mirror
Mirror gave him the horror
Himself and his duplicate
He saw two images
So he replaced the mirror
And then stood with his head down
The result remained the same
Images did not wane
- Shrineetee Kar
04.12.2015
Entry for Dodoitsu Doppelganger Contest
by Alfred Vassallo.
Categories:
vassallo, identity,
Form:
Dodoitsu
Doppelganger
Treason
Creeping in total darkness,
No wait for any sunshine,
Day he betrayed my true love,
passion bled to death.
All yearnings laid to rest,
bliss was only a deceit,
Wreathed my soul, whipped unsaid words
of treacherousness.
Written Dec 7th, 2015
For contest by Alfred Vassallo
Categories:
vassallo, betrayal,
Form:
Dodoitsu
She seems to come from nowhere...
she appears just like a song...
It seems she somehow knows the
other side of me
I see her in rain puddles
and I'm troubled, just to know
that I am never alone
even when she's gone
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12/6/15 For The Dodoitsu Doppleganger Contest
Sponsored By Alfred Vassallo
Categories:
vassallo, introspection,
Form:
Dodoitsu
the muscadine grapes
unpruned in the fall season...
grape crop diminished
the muscadine grapes
unpruned in the fall season...
bird nest among vines
the muscadine grapes
unpruned in the fall season...
fireants~wasps~share juice
May 17, 2013
Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo
Contest: Bacchus The God Who Loved His Grapes
Categories:
vassallo, life, nature,
Form:
Haiku
slightly sour juice squeezed
from succulent small grape fruits--
this wine smells better
slightly sour juice squeezed
from succulent small grape fruits--
vine has more of them
slightly sour juice squeezed
from succulent small grape fruits--
raisins made for me
CONTEST:"Bacchus The God Who Loved His Grapes" sponsored by Alfred Vassallo.
Categories:
vassallo, fruit,
Form:
Haiku
Kindness moves quickly between two lovers
Love is strong, the incense does waft through them
Mastered the heart of the rose they blossom
Never did they think they’d love like a gem
Great is the love seen by the romantics
Russell Sivey
Form Quatrain(ish)
Contest: An ABC Poem about LOVE
Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo
5/22/2013
Categories:
vassallo, life, love, passion, romance,
Form:
Quatrain
A middling, one-eyed person,
yet one thinking she's sexy,
seen cussing a too fast car
in Carson City.
A one-eyed, middling person,
yet one thinking she's sexy,
seen cussing a too slow car
in unknown city.
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11/7/2015
Dodoitsu Doppelganger Contest
Sponsor - Alfred Vassallo
5th place win
Categories:
vassallo, humorous,
Form:
Dodoitsu
It felt like a revolution.
Love was our juice, romance our fuse,
our union, an evolution.
It felt like a revolution...
you were the only solution,
i never offered an excuse.
It felt...like a revolution.
Love was our juice. Romance our fuse.
Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo
Contest Name: One NEW Triolet
Maurice Yvonne
09/27/2014
Categories:
vassallo, love,
Form:
Triolet
The moonbeams crossed the horizon
Carrying the sun in its wake
Soft light 'pon the grass like diamonds
The moonbeams crossed the horizon
Caressing each scrutiny wizened
Opaque hopes and moods forsake
The moonbeams crossed the horizon
Carrying the sun in its wake
Written: September 25, 2014
Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo
Contest: One New Triolet
Categories:
vassallo, beauty,
Form:
Triolet
You told me simply we were friends
But you conceal your aching heart
My love for you it never ends
You told me simply we were friends
Dreaming of you my heart ascends
Forbidden love keeps us apart
You told me simply we were friends
But you conceal your aching heart
09~26~14
Written for One New Triolet Contest
Sponsored By Alfred Vassallo
Categories:
vassallo, sad love,
Form:
Triolet
She begged me to make love to her
I could not look into her eyes
I wanted to but would not dare
She begged me to make love to her
I knew deep down it was not fair
To lead her on with lust and lies
She begged me to make love to her
I could not look into her eyes
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Contest: One NEW Triolet
Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo
Categories:
vassallo, love, lust,
Form:
Triolet
Dejected in love
I act in defiance of,
yet face the music
Why not look into my face,
Embrace panoptic passion !
One tanka - 5/7/5/7/7
Written on 19/4/14
Sponsor- Amy green
Now for contest ' Just one Tanka- old and new' by Alfred Vassallo
Entered on August 28th, 2014
Categories:
vassallo, courage, irony, love,
Form:
Tanka
In its bite and byte I find cheer
having it, my life is sweetish
active and agile you get sheer
In its bite and byte I find cheer
between eat and compute I steer
Apples in these place I relish
In its bite and byte I find cheer
having it, my life is sweetish.
19-Mar-2016
THE ALPHABET CONTEST - LETTER A - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Alfred Vassallo
8 syllables in length (4 metrical feet)
Categories:
vassallo, happiness, health,
Form:
Triolet
We hate the rain on our parades,
but bless it on those scorching days.
New love blooms with our delight.
Love lost tears us up inside.
Life is good when smooth roads traveled.
Wrong paths make it come unraveled.
To everything there is two sides;
in the middle, reality hides.
Deemed good or bad by our experience;
its' effect on us we hold as evidence.
July 23, 2014
Contest: Both Sides Now
Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo
Categories:
vassallo, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Amidst lone stars i write your name
Below the tide which stole your breath I seal my promise
Close to you soon come to be in unknown place and empty hour
Destiny betrayed our dreams,our hope and thoughts ,but not forever
To those I love I bid farewell,last heartbeat faints so this soul lives in my beloved
Not for the contest ,but thanks Alfred Vassallo for the inspiration
through your new contest-abc poem about love
Categories:
vassallo, absence,
Form:
ABC
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at night my spirit,
sinks into sweet nothingness . . .
I seek peace in sleep.
my dreams like falling snowflakes . . .
each an image to treasure.
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September 3, 2014
Poetry/Tanka/nothingness
Copyright Protected, ID 09-596-283-03
All Rights Reserved, 2014, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, Just One Tanka,
sponsor, Alfred Vassallo, Judged 09/2014
Second Place
Categories:
vassallo, dream, feelings, life,
Form:
Tanka
Summer Days
Summer days brings us very hot weather
But the days cool down 'gain when it depart.
Hear birds, see the butterflies, and heather.
Summer season brings us very hot weather.
There is fun and lots of sun altogether.
Enjoy sunshine very bright for most part.
Summer days brings us very hot weather
But the days cool down 'gain when it depart.
Written: September.25.2014
Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo
Contest: one new Triolet
Categories:
vassallo, beauty, bird, butterfly, change, environment, nature, summer,
Form:
Triolet
You departed, my Motif, but why did you?
Unfinished, my carpet lies, colors awry.
In the weave of my days, you were the light.
You departed, my Motif, but why did you?
Absent your Taleem, I'm lost in the night,
My heart, your target, where arrows lie.
You departed, my Motif, but why did you?
Unfinished, my carpet lies, colors awry.
© 25/09/2014
Malik Yaseen
*Taleem is the script used for carpet weaving (kashmiri, persain).
For a contest by Alferd Vassallo
Categories:
vassallo, betrayal, break up, imagery,
Form:
Triolet