Random Villanelle Poems (35)

1.
“Love’s Own Lullaby.”

Love sings its song a lover’s lullaby,
so softly it sings right into the heart,
lifting the heart to the midst of love’s sky.

A gentle song it has been from the start,
i see heaven in your beautiful face,
from me the song and vision never part.

Come now within my dreams of silk and lace,
where love it does shine with the brightest light,
Within Elysium dreams shines your grace.

You shall always be beauty to the sight,
always you come to me within my dark,
when i am with you life does shine bright.

Now with you my heart does sing like a lark,
your beauty shines and light is all i see,
now love shall always be more than a spark.

In beautiful dreams you will stand with me,
i now do sip from your lips so divine.
With you in my heart i am ever free,
as i look with love on your eyes that shine.

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Hot milk cake with cream cheese icing,
All baked up, ready for slicing.
No boxed mix, this is all from scratch,
Homemade batter in one big batch.

Eggs and milk and sugar and flour,
Just mixin' it up took me an hour.
Baking powder and vanilla,
Please turn the oven on will ya'?

Half an hour to bake it then,
Set on the rack to cool again.
That aroma that fills the air,
Can't resist it's ev'rywhere.

Cream cheese and butter, creamed up good,
Powdered sugar sift, just like it should.
Then some cocoa, vanilla too,
Stir it a while and mix it through.

Plate the cake and frost with care,
Made quite enough with some to spare.
The cake is made, that was my goal,
Just need someone to lick the bowl.

Unto where has this lengthened breath of air taken me?
Unto who shall I obey, for my life has said to be free?
Unto what shall I maketh of my dull and lifeless soul?
In this darkened rivalry of heat versus cold.

And how does it come to pass that I lie here awake?
My emperor of thoughts, sole ruler of the fake,
With my heart of desired passion for the one I truly love
With the tales of wisdom, kept only by the above.

Where shall I be when the clock trikes "time up"?
Still condemning my shadow, drinking from the devil's cup?
Still hiding behind eyes that just would not see,
Yet eyes that were open only, to the planes of misery.

When shall the sounds of silence enter my sleep?
That for which my heart will not allow me to keep,
When shall my heart beat as one with perfection?
Deafening the howling drones of unforgiving rejection.

For I am but one, lost within many
For I am but many, lost within one
I am two at a time, with none by my side
I am but a soul in the dark, yet one will not hide.

Traveling the roads of destiny
many surprises to be found
each leading to some new beauty

Some journeys taken most blithely
for exotic places we are bound
traveling the roads of destiny

Fabulous sights from balcony
of spires and ancient battlegrounds
each leading to some new beauty

Journeys some take with ceremony
for new places we are now bound
traveling the roads of destiny

Paths reach out in disharmony
the right one has to be now found
each leading to some new beauty

Some of them full of tyranny
the awful silence of no sound
traveling the roads of destiny
each leading to some new beauty

It's good to feel wanted..good to be alive,
For a while I was down..but I'm glad I survived...
To see your cute little face..hear your sweet baby voice,
It takes me back to the days,when I was 'one of the boys'
We'd call for our girl,then when the evening was gone...
We'd still see them home..(though sometimes at dawn)
We knew it was wrong,to keep the girls out so late..
But we were young,and the girls?..they were all special dates.
We knew that their parents, would be angry and mad..
And if a door suddenly opened..it was sure to be her Dad!
Oh,there were'nt any shotguns, no weapons in sight,
He did'nt need weapons to give us a fright.
Then next day we'd meet,and exchange a few tales..
Was her father still angry..was her mother still pale?
But we never did learn..never really heeded..
It was worth all the risk..to see the girl you needed!
And the hippies 'free love'?..well,yes it was there..
For the hippies and beatniks, with the flowers in their hair!
In their own little world,drugged up to the eyes..
Hardly surprising that so many of them died!
So were we all angels?..no,you're quite right,
We'd sometimes want more,when we cuddled up tight,
But in those far distant days..as I recollect..
For your girl,for your parents..there was always respect!
Now the sixties have gone,and I'm no longer young..
The songs we loved then?..they're still being sung..
And like those old songs..I know I'll survive,
I'm healthy,I'm happy..just glad to be alive.

She was standing at the bar,doing a shot of Jack.
When I walked up she said I like your cowboy hat.
I ordered up a cold one,she said cowboy do you like to dance.
you look like a gambler,why don't you take a chance.
I saw the ring on her finger,i've been here before,
I've seen love come and go.
She led me to the dance floor,wrapped her arms around me tight.
She whispered in my ear,cowboy don't let me go.

And were just two lonely people in need of some company.
And if we fall in love it'll only be for one night.
She'll take the ring off her finger,I won't even tell her
my name.
And in the mornin' like a cowboy i'll ride off into
the sunlight.

Well as we moved together,her body close to mine,out on
that dance floor all alone.
I looked into her eye's and I could see her desire,she whispered
in my ear,cowboy take me home.

And were just two lonely people in need of some company.
And if we fall in love it'll only be for one night.
She'll take the ring off her finger,I won't even tell her
my name.
And in the mornin' like a cowboy i'll ride off into
the sunlight.

We got to her place,she led me to her bed,she said cowboy
I need you so.
And as we made love,she wrapped her arms around me tight.
She whispered in my ear,cowboy don't let me go.

'Cause were just two lonely people in need of some company.
If we fall in love it'll only be for one night.
She'll take the ring off her finger,I won't even tell her
my name.
And in the mornin' like a cowboy i'll ride off into
the sunlight.

She looked down at me,as I held her tight,she closed her
eye's and threw back her hair.
And as we moved together,she wrapped her arms around me tight.
She whispered in my ear,cowboy i'm almost there.

And were just two lonely people in need of some company.
And if we fall in love it'll only be for one night.
She'll take the ring off her finger,I won't even tell her
my name.
And in the mornin' like a cowboy i'll ride off into
the sunlight.

She fell fast asleep as I held her tight,when I got dressed
I could still smell her on my skin.
I walked out that door,into that morning sun,I knew i'd
never see her again.

And we were just two lonely people in need of some company.
No we didn't fall in love but we made love all night.
She took that ring off her finger,I never told her my name.
And this mornin' like a cowboy i'm ridin' off into
the sunlight,yeah this mornin' like a cowboy i'm ridin'
off into the sunlight.
Ride cowboy ride.

I SMOKE CHEAP CIGARS AND PLAY PLENTY OF OLD GUITARS
I AM EVEN FORCED TO DRIVE 35 YEAR OLD CARS
I HAVE REMINDERS OF DEALING DOPE FROM ALL OF MY SCARS
BUT MY PROCLIVITY, I PROCLAIM NOW, IS FOR DRINKING AT SEEDY BARS

THE SEEDIER THE BETTER IT IS FOR ME IN THERE
BECAUSE THEN I'M IN MY ELEMENT AND HAVE NOTHING TO FEAR
IF YOU WALK DOWN THE STREET WITH ME ONE IS TAKING AN INHERENT CHANCE
SINCE I'VE BEEN SHOT AT, CHOKED, BLUDGEONED YET NO ONE EVER USED A LANCE

OLD ENEMIES NEVER FORGET, THEY SIMPLY WAIT BY AND BY
MOST HOPE I HAD DIED WHILE THE OTHERS JUST WISH I'D DIE
THESE PEOPLE TODAY WAIT IN NEIGHBORHOODS THEY BELIEVE I MAY FREQUENT
BUT SHIT, I'VE BEEN ESCAPING HARM SINCE I WAS A JUVINILE DELINQUENT

I OWE SO MANY JUNKIES MONEY THAT IT'S HARD NOW TO RECALL
I JUST TAKE IT FOR GRANTED THAT I OWE SOME GREEN TO ALL
DUE TO DOLLARS, DOPE, DELINQUENCY, DIRTY DEALING AND THE LIKE
I DON'T HAVE TIME TO PAY THEM WHILE KEEPING MY FINGER IN THE DIKE

SO I AM NOW EVER DILIGENT IN MY EFFORTS TO LET DEBTS GO UNPAID
THE ONLY THING I DON'T HAVE TO PAY FOR IS MY GETTING LAID
HOWEVER JUST YESTERDAY I BUMPED INTO BIG BILL AND DANEROUS DAVE
AND THAT'S WHY THIS POEM COULD HAVE BEEN WRITTEN IN MY GRAVE

(C) 2011......~free cee!~

It was a hot and dusty day
the crowd fidgets as it waits
bull dripping sweat in shute bay.

howdy folks the announcers say
Raging Tornado in shute awaits
it was a hot and dusty day.

Saddle slipping this and that way
only held in place by weights
bull dripping sweat in shute bay.

R.T. chews on his cud of hay
pawing the ground in anger waits
it was a hot and dusty day.

Flies out of shute now comes what may
saddle slips man evacuates
bull dripping sweat in shute bay.

Riders distract bull hold at bay
while man slides out and valuates
It was a hot and dusty day
bull dripping sweat in shute bay.

At first communications,
May be a little rough.
Silly misunderstandings,
And other mundane stuff.

But we keep working at it,
And things just might work out.
I'll do my part, I promise,
Of that please have no doubt.

When time passes with no word,
We tend to worry so.
But then we find the reason,
It helps so much to know.

So please don't give up ever,
And neither so will I.
Each storm we two shall weather,
As long as we both try.

the air was sticky and smoggy that night on a Harlem highrise
the only thing that was different was a young kid with bue eyes
he was a youth in search of a peace not found at home
and so the boy with blue eyes was begotten then to roam

he wandered into a world of darkness to seek and to search
having long ago been abandoned by both school and the church
neither education nor religion could comfort him so he took to the road
heading far from the comfort of his family's hearth and abode

so there stared blazingly blue eyes on a rooftop's domain
talking to a black man who could ease the boy's pain
thirty bucks and a handshake would send him on his way
and so he returned to that rooftop every damnable day

long island had raised him but that island wasn't long enough
and middle class madness would leave him with sorrow to rebuf
day after day he'd climb those stairs whereupon the two would meet
a tall black man and a young boy with blue eyes just trying to be discreet

darkness sold his wares by the dollar and the bag
the boy with blue eyes thinking about his toe with a tag
because in Harlem death is an indeterminate threat
and a young boy with blue eyes had better pay every debt

sometimes the air was thinner with a cold winter's night weather
yet and still they dared danger while huddling close together
Harlem had been his tutor and that rooftop his incubator
and here sit i with blue eyes and a habit sixteen long years later
(c) 2011.....free cee!