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Villanelles IV

VILLANELLES IV

She Always Grew Roses
by Michael R. Burch

a belated eulogy for my grandmother, Lillian Lee 

Tell us, heart, what the season discloses. 
“Too little loved by the ego in its poses,
she always grew roses.” 

What the heart would embrace, the ego opposes,
fritters away, and sometimes bulldozes.
Tell us, heart, what the season discloses. 

“Too little loved

Villanelles III

These are villanelles by Michael R. Burch and and villanelle-like poems...


Villanelle: Trump’s Retribution Resolution
by Michael R. Burch

My New Year’s resolution?
I require your money and votes,
for *you* are *my* retribution.

May I offer you dark-skinned scapegoats
and bigger and deeper moats
as part of my sweet resolution?

Please consider a YUGE contribution,
a mountain of lovely C-notes,
for *you* are *my* retribution.

Revenge

Villanelles II

Villanelle
by Michael R. Burch

Is poetry mere turning of a phrase?
Has prose become its height and depth and sum?
What happened to the songs of yesterdays?

Does prose leave all nine Muses vexed and glum,
with fingers stuck in ears, till hearing’s numbed?
Is poetry mere turning of a phrase?

Should we cut loose, drink, guzzle jugs of rum,
write prose nonstop,

Villanelles

Villanelles

The villanelle is a poetic form based on repetition, with a double refrain. 



Villanelle: The Divide
by Michael R. Burch

The sea was not salt the first tide...
was man born to sorrow that first day, 
with the moon, a pale beacon across the Divide, 
the brighter for longing, an object denied,
the tug at his heart's pink, bourgeoning

Ten Villanelles- First

The following are Ten Villanelles written over a couple of nights. I was numbering them because I knew I wouldn't be able to post all at the same time. The Villanelle is repetitive and maybe that's the reason I like it so much, or maybe the reason I use it so much. The thougts playing

Ten Villanelles- Second

2

Always the hint of hurt is the words I say
Sadly I don't know what else can now be
I began with only one message to convey

Lost, hurt, unable to control pain as I lay
A great journey began, but I'm lost at sea
Always the hint of hurt in the words I say

Looking for happiness I continue to

Ten Villanelles- Third

3

Love on my tongue the words now at the tip
Second thoughts and doubts kept me quiet
Chance never waits, away time does slip

Memories and dreams make the heart skip
A dead dream dominates my day and night
Love on my tongue the words now at the tip

I start to enter in a final plea but bite my lip
Holding

Ten Villanelles- Fourth

4

We started close but have grown a stray
You're facing something extremely sad
We're moving apart, but I'm not far away

You are in my thoughts every single day
For not knowing your situation I feel bad
We started close but have grown a stray

To reconcile our indifference I seek a way
This is the first step I take on pen

Ten Villanelles- Fifth

5

Maybe it's much too little much too late
As I try to rectify mistake after mistake
What was shared, I greatly appreciate

Too many times I leave things with fate
Sleeping when I know I should be awake
Maybe it's much too little much too late

A zombie existence my current state
Existing in life, but not able to partake
What was shared,

Ten Villanelles- Sixth

6

I have searched constantly, no one there
Loneliness accompanies me in this quest
So much left undone, so much left to share

If this is a race, I'm the tortoise, life the hare
Sadly passes and renders test after test
I have searched constantly, no one there

To make myself a victim, I will not dare
I surely have blame, you know

Ten Villanelles- Seventh

7

Finally stopping to catch my breath I am lost now
Knowing where I failed, my very worst decision
Not even recognizing myself, nor the why or how

What good is the field if the farmer cannot plow
Just getting by day after day without any vision
Finally stopping to catch my breath I'm lost now

Nothing inspires, nothing causes that internal

Ten Villanelles- Eighth

8

Who can even understand these words of insanity
I write with the feeling I'm the only one who will care
Considerations not made in selfishness or vanity

I look for some hope, but there is nothing left to see
No more special moments will we be able to share
Who can even understand these words of insanity

I search for any

Ten Villanelles- Ninth

9

How can tomorrow come if yesterday never dies
The only future I vision, is always tied to the past
All this happened for a reason is one of many lies

That may sound crazy, but I know what it implies
There's no reason in this, opportunities were vast
How can tomorrow come if yesterday never dies

In the pain, suffering and

Ten Villanelles- Last

10

To move forward what would that possibly entail
An idea so strange, that I cannot even conceive
Knowing that I'm lost, still enchanted by your spell

You should consider all this, and consider it well
Maybe one day you'll wake up seeking a reprieve
To move forward what would that possibly entail

In good responsible decisions I hardly ever excel
If I

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