Category Archives: Villanelle

Bruised, Bemused And Disabused – A Villanelle

BRUISED, BEMUSED AND DISABUSED

Everything around me looks so very strange
My poor heart has been through the blender
Seems the only thing safe to trust is change

Bells and vows and rings to exchange
They’re playing our song: “Love Me Tender”
Everything around me looks so very strange

How sweet the fresh taste of each interchange
An angel filling life with her beauty and splendour
Seems the only thing safe to trust is change

Drifted off, faded away, withdrew out of range
Whatever I did would just offend her
Everything around me looks so very strange

Now I’m a box gathering dust at the post exchange
And the Presley song is “Return To Sender”
Seems the only thing safe to trust is change

A vast empty chasm, a mountain range
She’s gouged out then piled up to defend her
Everything around me looks so very strange
Seems the only thing safe to trust is change
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This was written as a contribution to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt No. 52.

https://secretkeeper.net/2016/08/29/weekly-writing-prompt-52/

Seed Words: | OPEN | STRANGE | TASTE | FRESH | TENDER |

Gunfight – A Villanelle

GUNFIGHT – A VILLANELLE

A ghost town under a blistering sky.
The drifter and the gambler face to face.
Today may be the day they die.

Each stolid footstep in the dust by and by
Will disappear, gone, leaving not a trace.
A ghost town under a blistering sky.

Rough words were spoken: a taunt; a lie;
A raise; a call; the turn of a smuggled ace.
Today may be the day they die.

An open grave this town, och aye,
And for some a last resting place;
A ghost town under a blistering sky.

Strange images traverse their minds, succubi;
Tumbleweed cartwheels, apes galaxies in space.
Today may be the day they die.

Real becomes real now, illusions fly;
Subjective fancies give up the chase.
A ghost town under a blistering sky.
Today may be the day they die.

DADT (1994 – 2011) – A Villanelle

DADT (1994 – 2011)

Welcome to one Private’s unprivate personal hell
Let’s drink a toast in honour of Benny
Shot through the heart by “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”

A spiteful, misbegotten fear cloaked in a pious shell
Let’s drink a toast in honour of Denny
Welcome to one Private’s unprivate personal hell

Discharged to stop them tainting other personnel
Let’s drink a toast in honour of Jenny
Shot through the heart by “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”

There’s no marker on the battlefield where they fell
Let’s drink a toast in honour of Kenny
Welcome to one Private’s unprivate personal hell

Just to speak their love’s name was to rebel
Let’s drink a toast in honour of Lenny
Shot through the heart by “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”

They understood prejudice only too well
Let’s drink a toast in honour of Penny
Welcome to one Private’s unprivate personal hell
Shot through the heart by “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”

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“Don’t ask, don’t tell” (DADT)

Alas – A Villanelle (Reposted)

ALAS: A VILLANELLE*

Alas, I bring no stardust home tonight.
The sky is overcast and all is maya,
For I confess I see no hope in sight;

Where once each daybreak promised fresh delight
We only found that time had proved a liar.
Alas, I bring no stardust home tonight.

These poor neglected coals cast little light,
So place another log upon the fire,
For I confess I see no hope in sight.

The wind is chill and bitter; hold me tight
And stoke the fire till the flames climb higher.
Alas, I bring no stardust home tonight.

Let’s not apportion blame or rue what might.
How can we but accept the trundling gyre?
For I confess I see no hope in sight.

In impasse let us yet remain polite;
Offer comfort, even as our dreams expire.
Alas, I bring no stardust home tonight,
For I confess I see no hope in sight.

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* http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5796

You’re Havin’ A Laugh – A Villanelle

YOU’RE HAVIN’ A LAUGH

So you think it’s easy? Bloody hell!
This challenge went out (sadly, no money)
to squeeze some humour from a villanelle.

Why not have a go? It’ll soon begin to gel.
You’ve always liked being funny,
so you think it’s easy. Bloody hell!

This nonchalance is bogus; Can’t you tell?
I s’pose I could try for something punny,
to squeeze some humour from a villanelle.

It’s thinking cap on; thoughts rush about pell-mell
like some amphetamine-fuelled Easter Bunny.
So you think it’s easy? Bloody hell!

But you just can’t fail with a personal smell
and the heat of an Australian outback dunny
to squeeze some humour from a villanelle.

It may not exactly be Dylan Thomas, but well …
I’ll get there. Pass the bottle, my honey.
So you think it’s easy – Bloody hell! –
to squeeze some humour from a villanelle?

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* http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5796

Alas – A Villanelle*

ALAS: A VILLANELLE*

Alas, I bring no stardust home tonight.
The sky is overcast and all is maya,
For I confess I see no hope in sight;

Where once each daybreak promised fresh delight
We only found that time had proved a liar.
Alas, I bring no stardust home tonight.

These poor neglected coals cast little light,
So place another log upon the fire,
For I confess I see no hope in sight.

The wind is chill and bitter; hold me tight
And stoke the fire till the flames climb higher.
Alas, I bring no stardust home tonight.

Let’s not apportion blame or rue what might.
How can we but accept the trundling gyre?
For I confess I see no hope in sight.

In impasse let us yet remain polite;
Offer comfort, even as our dreams expire.
Alas, I bring no stardust home tonight,
For I confess I see no hope in sight.

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* http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5796

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