Short Villanelle Poems
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O hear ye, Master Tapestry,
conjure ye simple Villanelle,
with thy motion and floetry,
for thy pending project poetry.
Copyright McCuen 2009
Born of midnight and mist
of lilac and violet kissed
she is my dark angel bliss
Dressed in nothing, wrapped in dream
fantasy drenched in midnight steam
she was my everthing
Yet another new poetry form will I put to the test
I already tried so many and discovered the Villanelle
But exploration is the greatest place of fame and fun
Was so carried away by her beauty
Yes, physically, but the heart was ugly
Now, I feel so empty.
Though it was quite a shame,
I had to take the blame
For it was all about the fame.
Have a blessed birthday, Janelle,
I've thought of penning a French verse;
I've yet to write a villanelle,
Great challenge it truly offers.
Topic: Birthday of Janelle E. Ecal (March 13)
i see.
i hear.
i feel.
i touch.
i see His glory disclosed.
i hear the rage of His voice.
i feel His ripening breath.
i see.
i hear.
i feel.
i touch.
realty is when i `m in His presence.
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Pen a lovely villanelle about the joys of spring
Or couplets on romance that make me sigh and swoon.
Excite me with descriptions of a brisk day’s autumn fling.
Mesmerize me with lyrics about the sun, stars, and moon.
Share your gems with others. Let kindred spirits commune.
Truth isn't always a good look,
It can be as painful as reading
a very sad book.
Its easy and appealing
To be deceiving,
It obviously wont crush those
Inner feelings.
If the truth is too bitter,
Why wouldn't you mix something
a little sweeter?
Then it is then easier to satiate
that way the falsity doesn't
hold as much weight.
Dreams tend to lilt
Today they’re here
‘morrow they’re killed
I’ve seen some wilt
Despite a tear
Dreams tend to lilt
If they are built
But not kept near
‘morrow they’re killed
They can be spilt
With just a jeer
Dreams tend to lilt
But have no guilt
Nor feel the drear
‘morrow they’re killed
A dream can tilt
A dream can blear
Dreams tend to lilt
‘morrow they’re killed
Did you hear Denice O'hare, In Jerusalem, for a conceptual in-exile?
We never been there, if you did not need halal meat market in Gospel!
Or how the surname truncates, contracts or folds for a benign bay, daylight...delight
And they hushed me too, they do, surely, they do!
In a Dhaka University, multi-colored panel?
For an outsourcing...villanelle?
9:39 AM
8-27-2024
Shine bright, for you
Are meant to light up
Someone’s life, simply
With your presence.
Smile for someone
Could be falling for
Your happiness.
Laugh for someone
Could fall in love
With your humour.
Make eye contact
For someone could
Fall for your gaze.
Cry, for someone
May fall for your
Imperfections.
Be yourself for
Someone may
Fall for you.
Fear I have fallen
The day she died
So why so sullen?
No one is callin’
For this first I cried
Fear I have fallen
In vein a trollin’
These seas have lied
So why so sullen?
No longer full an
Imperious tide
Fear I have fallen
Beneath a wall an
impart to ride
So why so sullen?
Have I forgotten?
So much loss I’ve tried
Fear I have fallen
So why so sullen?
You are living outside
Your mind.
Are you qualified
Mr. Hyde
To deal with man kind?
You are living outside
By the beautiful seaside
Unconfined.
Are you qualified
Not to do homicide
On human kind?
You are living outside
Who would be satisfied
When your so unkind.
Are you qualified
To provide
An account of your daily grind?
You are living outside
Are you qualified?
My Mother left that day
The shutters are closed shut
Never to have her say
Her world got dim and grey
Working far too much
Never to have her way
How life turned out this way
Was she picked as such
Never to have her say
Why her nights turned to day
Did she need a crutch
Her name was Barbara May
Doctor said its Mind Decay
Could you get in touch
Never to have her say
All I hear is constant noise,
I try my best to escape
Its always there.
Sadness is always at high acceleration
Causing all this deflation
All I hear is constant noise.
Sadness is like that earworm,
Most times it doesn't want to leave
Other times it reincarnates into another format
Its always there.
It follows you,
It threatens your life
You feel so caged,
Its always there.
heaven lies in innocent and peace heart.
where does the innocent and peace heart lies?
first it lies in god.
next to god is the babies.
in their each and every action there lies heaven.
heaven there in our vision.
how we face things is the heaven, which keeps us happily.
have a fine and good thought in the heart and mind.
all is well and every where is the heaven.
life will float in air.
Dutch post-impressionist Vincent Willem Van Gogh
Misunderstood genius as we all know
Did not go gently into his starry, silent night
Posthumously famous in his own right
07/07/2022
Image courtesy of National Gallery of Art, Washington, DC, via canva.com
Line 3 influenced by "Do not go gentle into that good night", a poem in the form of a villanelle by Welsh poet Dylan Thomas.
Trust is shattered
Like broken glass
All scattered
On the floor tattered.
Hours pass
Trust is shattered.
Love didn't matter
It's in a mass
All scattered
And splattered.
You didn't have to be so crass.
Trust is shattered.
Could her dreams have gotten any flatter?
She is on the overpass
All scattered
Hoping not to be the morning news
Subject matter.
Alas.
Trust is shattered
All scattered.
Carry me with you
get me out of here
if what you say is true.
Life is so cruel
that I can no longer endure
carry me with you.
I looked like a fool
that need to mature
if what you say is true.
Give me a tool
to make it sure
carry me with you.
I want to be cool
but I feel unsure
if what you say is true.
If life has a rule
and hard to endure
carry me with you
if what you say is true..
Darker Place
Hair blackened
Me, myself
Eyes darkened
Me 'til end
Always me
Hair blackened
Will won’t bend
As you see
Eyes darkened
I do fend
Try to be
Hair blackened
That, I send
I'm not he
Eyes darkened
I don't trend
In dark, the
Hair blackened
Eyes darkened
Written on January 27, 2020
For "Your Best 2019-2020 Villanelle
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Judged on January 29, 2020
Feed me, Love Me
My life’s in constant turmoil,
Everything tastes like fish.
Friskies, Tender Vittles and Purina
It all goes in my dish.
All I want is to be pet,
And to play with a mouse or two.
I wait for you to come back home,
What else is there to do?
But I am a patient little kitty,
Just look into my big bright eyes.
My love I’ll freely give to you,
Life’s perfect, golden prize.
R-ead an ode to poetry,
E-ach line makes much mirth;
Y-our heart will be warmed on the day of your birth.
F-rom ABC to villanelle,
A-crostic amazes the reader;
L-yric, prose and sonnet
A-re calming the howler.
M-ock epic, rispetto and stanza
I-n reality are artistic;
N-inth November morn
I-s beautiful and poetic.
A-llegory, ballad and cascade
N-ever retain the misery;
O-pen both your eyes, read an ode to poetry.
What I regret in life
The times I was vengeful
A life of lies
Now I am paying the price
And, looked awful
What I regret in life
A circle of low life
That is full of stressful
A life of lies
Time.., do revise
I need a moment to settle
What I regret in life
The instance I drive
For something so fretful
A life of lies
Here you are, strong and alive
Trying to be prayerful
What I regret in life
A life of lies..
Its all so destroying,
Clear as broad daylight,
We pretend not to witness a horrendous sight.
Self-sabotage, addiction, hatred,
Neglection, stubbornness, negativity
Its all so destroying.
We see it, we notice it,
We even catch it by its speed
We pretend not to witness a horrendous sight.
Evil has many names,
Many sneaky categories and habits
Its all so destroying.
We pretend not to witness a horrendous sight.