Sorry Villanelle Poems

Kicking Tires

So that is next year’s model, is it now?
The vintage being deftly moved aside.
I feel oddly sorry for them both, and how
Her sleekness won’t...

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DO NOT STAY GENTLE INTO THAT SHELL
Do not stay gentle into that shell,
Old age and death sails to snatch your day;
Wake up against the quenching...

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O Singer of a chequered history, 
Of brazen battlefields bleak, desolate, 
Of life and liberties and tales hoary, 
O of Song Celestial, ageless glory. 

Thou...

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I knew you would leave anyway
When trust is broken, sorry means nothing
You are a chapter in my book I have to put away

I sit and...

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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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Villanelle: Alright guys: Heave and Ho! And let it go

(Confinement to one’s home though fines during « outings" add to revenue, private companies take orders...

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I'm so sorry to leave you dear, hard to say good bye to one so new,
  The nine months and few hours in my...

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“I like my stomach where I can see it,”
I explain to my dinner guests, but
I’d like to see my toes, I will admit.

I’m the kind...

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The men that catch my eye these days are few
The ones that do are married men, or mad
And truth be told I only fancy you

I...

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You, I've  loved  you  ever  you've been with me! 
None  supported me  as  you did,  so ...

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Well, bless your cotton-picking heart,

she said in that sweet southern way

they have of nicely saying dumb fart.


Sorry i didn't know your precious art

was not ...

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Villanelle: Live with the borrowed lives made by your own mistakes

Live with the borrowed lives made by your own mistakes
A stranger to your stricken selves...

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It is tearing me apart, bit by bit,
the words; horrendous words they care to yell.
School... I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.

Pushing, shoving,...

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Holding onto a dream without a face
Paralyzed in limbo, not here or there
Following a road that leads no place

Where are you , please leave a...

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Ah, God, the way your little finger moved 
As you thrust a bare arm backward 
And made play with your hair 
And a comb a...

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