Showing posts with label Villanelle. Show all posts
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Monday, November 15, 2021

November PAD Challenge 2021: Another Old-Fashioned Thanksgiving Flies By

 


step it up, speed up, hurry up and wait
never mind divine design or providential purpose
achieve at an unnatural speed and don't be late

it must be your intention to become great
you must believe in and aspire to a surplus
step it up, speed up, hurry up and wait

whatever dream you have, you must not hesitate
those moving slow and noiseless will be left in the dust
achieve at an unnatural speed and don't be late

the pressure from society will not abate
you cannot be impartial if you wish to join the upper crust
step it up, speed up, hurry up and wait

if you make furtive listening your finest trait
if glitter and jewels are eminent objects of your lust
achieve at an unnatural speed and don't be late

pose as a friend to control your rival's fate
listen for clues to earn your victim's trust
step it up, speed up, hurry up and wait
achieve at an unnatural speed and don't be late

~ornery owl~

For Ebenezer Scrooge and Charles Dickens and for my dad

notes
The title and the dedication may seem to be a bit of a non-sequitur, so let me explain. 

The social climber who desires achievement and advancement of their position at any cost will not have a place in their cold cash register of a heart for trifles such as old-fashioned Thanksgiving celebrations.

My father loved holiday celebrations. He began reading Charles Dickens Christmas Carol every year from the time I was quite young. I believe I was only around four years old when this tradition commenced. I looked forward to it every year.

My father died close to Thanksgiving in 2010 so this time of year takes on certain importance for me.

In some ways, my father died believing that he was a failure because he never amassed significant wealth. However, he gave us many gifts that were far more important than money. 

My father gave me stories. 

Scrooge, the spirits, and the lessons they taught have been my companions from early childhood and I am thankful for them.

I only wish that I could let my father know.

prompts


Prompt: Write a "speed up" poem

Prompt: Write a Villanelle

The Icky, Sticky, Nit-Picky Legalese If You Please (Or Don't Please)


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Saturday, October 19, 2019

OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 19: Purple

Image by Ron Rev Fenomeno from Pixabay

Purple feels like my deep dreams
When I'm wrapped in royal mystery
Purple feels like I've been redeemed

Purple feels like the wildest scenes
From my debauched history
Purple feels like my deep dreams

When inspiration bathes me in lavender beams
So bright that they should blister me
Purple feels like I've been redeemed

My purple prose soothes my soul's tortured screams
Though my detractors scorn my work bitterly
Purple feels like my deep dreams

Purple bruise in my heart which can't be seen
By those who sneer that my dreams are frippery
Purple feels like I've been redeemed

I fade into my purple dreams
And all the world fades for me
Purple feels like my deep dreams
Purple feels like I've been redeemed

~Cie~

Image copyright David Redfern

Anyone who knows me at all ought to be massively unsurprised that I'm dedicating this one to Jimi.








Monday, April 22, 2019

NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 22 + Poems in April Day 22: My Vicious Villanelle: 1000% Done


At this stage of the game, I'm done with rules
I'm tired of word counts and prompts of the day
I've decided that rules are for fools

I could write about my family jewels
But they're all plastic anyway
At this stage of the game, I'm done with rules

I could create something with power tools
With drills and chain saws I could play
I've decided that rules are for fools

I could see about going back to school
But I'd probably just cut class anyway
At this stage of the game, I'm done with rules

I don't want to be so mean and cruel
But I must say, for the end of prompts I pray
I've decided that rules are for fools

The calendar says that the end is in sight
So though I wish I could quit I guess I'll stay
At this stage of the game, I'm done with rules
I've decided that rules are for fools

~Cie~



Notes:
I've always said that I write two kinds of poems: dark and silly.
I'm a despicable liar.
I actually write three kinds of poems.
Dark, silly, and snarky.
Guess which kind this is.



Friday, April 5, 2019

NaPoWriMo 2019: Day 5: The Scream of the Butterfly at the End of the World

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

Why does the sun go on shining
Like heaven ablaze in our eyes
This is the end of nights when we tried dying

I want to be alone in the darkness with my crying
Where I can't hear the voices whispering their lies
Why does the sun go on shining?

I scream and hear nobody replying
Not even an echo from the tomb does arise
This is the end of nights when we tried dying

I try to fool myself but there is no denying
All things end and everything dies
Why does the sun go on shining?

I will remain till the end of my life alone and pining
For the one who no longer listens to my cries
This is the end of nights when we tried dying

I wish one last time I'd hear your voice replying
Before everything I was wastes away and dies
Why does the sun go on shining?
This is the end of nights when we tried dying

~Cie~


Note:
Today's criteria were: write a villanelle, use lines from outside sources, and have lines which oppose each other in some way. I think I succeeded. Just thank your lucky stars I wasn't feeling snarkier than I am at the moment. I could have used the line "fuck, fuck, fuck me, Baby" from the uncensored version of "The End."

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Love Lies Bleeding Like an Open Wound

I Blinked and the World Was Gone v5
by The Real Cie

Love Lies Bleeding Like an Open Wound

Love lies bleeding like an open wound
Under the grief-stricken moon and stars
The troubled traveler crumpled, his life in ruin

He knows not if it’s midnight or high noon
He knows not how he ever came this far
Love lies bleeding like an open wound

He prays his suffering will be over soon
His hand rests on skin made rough with scars
The troubled traveler crumpled, his life in ruin

It’s time to wrap the melancholy tune
To bring to a close a life that sorrow mars
Love lies bleeding like an open wound

Lying broken ‘neath the grieving stars and moon
Not a soul to hear him as he prays
The troubled traveler crumpled, his life in ruin

He prays that the red ripper may find him soon
For life becomes more painful each moment that he stays
Love lies bleeding like an open wound
The troubled traveler crumpled, his life in ruin

With love for Mal
By Opal and Cie

It isn't a perfect Villanelle
But it's got heart!
He wasn't a perfect man
But so did he

Prompts Used:

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads




Thursday, April 25, 2013

A to Z Blogging Challenge: V is for Villanelle


A to Z Blogging Challenge:
V is for Villanelle
by
Lily Strange

A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa.

The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).

A villainous challenge is presented by the Villanelle. First, I will provide an example created by another, then I will create one of my own.

Runaway

Why do they runaway?
My soul so beautiful, so bright
But for some reason I keep them at bay

Sometimes I wish they would stay
They give up on me without a fight
Why do they runaway?

Some think I am pretty, I say I'm okay
Though this doesn't feel right
But for some reason I keep them at bay

What can I do, what can I say?
What causes their flight?
Why do they runaway?

Just when I think I've won their heart, they stray
I feel like the farthest planet in the night
But for some reason I keep them at bay

What have I done to chase them away?
My soul beckons to them like a beacon of light
Why do they runaway?
But for some reason I keep them at bay

Copyright © 2000 Julie Wright



Evil Eyes

Your evil eyes captivate my mind
My heart doesn't stand a chance
Although you are cold and unkind

When I try to forget you, I find
My mind can think of nothing else
Your evil eyes captivate my mind

My life is only a grind
You fill my waking hours with dreams of you
Although you are cold and unkind

If only I could rewind
Erase all traces of you from my heart
Your evil eyes captivate my mind

With every tear, the contract is signed
I long for the warmth of your flesh
Although you are cold and unkind

It would be better to be struck blind
Than to be burdened with a love such as this
Your evil eyes captivate my mind
Although you are cold and unkind

~Lily~