Most Commented Villanelle Poems (35)

Though I’m not Peterpan not Ariel or the Angel of glory
Tonight I’ll come to your dreams take you to Neverland
Where we can never grow old so come with me!

In the Neverland I will make you be the better man
We will grow wild and free, a breath-taking fantasy
Tonight I’ll come to your dreams take you to Neverland

Under the velvet sky, baby come fly with me
Open your heart spread your wings and that you can fly
We will grow wild and free, a breath-taking fantasy

Way beyond the moon if the moonlight makes you cry
Your tears of joy I’ll dry by bathing you in the sea
Open your heart spread your wings and that you can fly

I’ll make you see, my love will last for eternity
Tonight when I come to you, let’s fly to Neverland
Your tears of joy I’ll dry by bathing you in the sea

I’ll treat you as my heart, I’ll hold your hand
Though I’m not Peterpan not Ariel or the Angel of glory
Tonight when I come to you, let’s fly to Neverland
Where we can never grow old so come with me!

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something out of the ordinary
something unexpected
something i've never done before
something that at the end of the day i could say
hey, that was an exhilerating feeling
doing something out of character for me
i'd like something for someone else to come true
i'd like something wonderful to reach the heart of someone who fully deserves it
i'd like to buy a couple a wondrous dinner and be the waiter to serve it
i'd like to see someone smile at a stranger and I'd hope a stranger's
grin would turn into more
until they're kissing good night at her door
i'd like to do something for someone whose heart is in the same place as mine
i'd like to make a new aquaintance shine
i'd like to walk a mile, sit down by a lake and drink raggae champagne
i'd like to say to someone, "oh, i'm sorry, the raggae champagne made a stain"
i'd like to help eradicate the stain
and if they feel the need i would try to rid them of their pain
i'd like to help someone i don't know with their stress and strain
i'd like something blatantly extravagant to occur
like finding her
a woman un-like so many others who've asked for gems, luxury and floor length fur
i'd like to find someone to make me completely, un-mitigatingly, startling and unexpectedly feel at ease
to forget for a while the threat and debts of my enemies
i'd really like someone remarkably new
Without my being presumptuous,
could that lady be you?
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(Villanelle Form.)

In my arms listen to night’s music play,
As we lie by a stream of love’s delight,
We wish the velvet dark night it could stay.

Now send all the cares of the day away,
Together we lie in silver moonlight,
In my arms listen to night’s music play.

Now in our peace our love we do display,
As our passions do come forth shining bright,
We wish the velvet dark night it could stay.

I hold you close and our love flows gently,
Your lips meet mine in the kiss of the night,
In my arms listen to night’s music play.

Your eyes they do shine with love perfectly,
I drown in the depths of their love tonight,
We wish the velvet dark night it could stay.

Come join me tonight in love’s sweet embrace,
In my arms listen to night’s music play,
Ever be with me with angelic grace,
We wish the velvet dark night it could stay.

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
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The old family Bible,we take it for granted.
It's always there on the coffee table in the living room.
We look at it,brush it off,and always say,I'll start reading it soon.

Our intentions are sincere,but we often have something else to do,
or we're just too tired.
We seem to forget,that old Bible is our guidance,our strength,
and God's Holy word that keeps us inspired.

Oh yes,we reverence that old family Bible with it's torn,yellow pages,
and it's stained outer appearance,
but do we realize it's importance?,the power,? and it's deliverance?

We make sure it's dusted and always sits square in the center
of the table.
It seems that it's just a piece of furniture added to the rooms decor
Again,we seem to forget,that the old family Bible can keep
our lives stable,...and it's Holy words in our hearts,...
we should cherish and adore.

That old family Bible isn't just a centerpiece,it's so much more,...
more than what it is used for!

All we need in our lives is freely given to us in there!
We just need to open our hearts,study and read,..
and spend much more time in prayer!

That old Bible is much more than a family heirloom,
it's God's Holy word made alive,....
peace, joy,comfort,and strength,...it's all in there,
God simply wants us to comply.

So,don't walk on by, pick it up,open it,read and pray,...
and when you do,I'm certain God will speak to you today!

Walking In Gods Light

As I stumble through the darkness broken, weak and torn,
I look to the east there is a small light
As I stand there the light becomes bigger and bright
All of a sudden, I find myself thinking what a beautiful light
Then out of the brightness an Angel appears saying
“Child you are not alone:”
Even though you are weak, broken and torn
God is with you he will give you strength
Do not be afraid
As long as God is with you nothing on this earth can hurt you
Remember to always walk in the light
You don’t have to be in darkness

Belinda Clark
Copyright April 4, 2008

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.

For all religious people,do not take offence at this poem.
The bible its just a fairy tale
That so many people will often believe
When at times they become so lonely beyond all reality
But the bible its just a story with no real truth to be told
And so just forget all about those fairy tales
From now so long ago
For all life itself its really for living
Just like all those others do now every day
And so don't go wasting another second
When you feel the need to pray
For all time its oh so precious
With your whole future now in store
And so now step outside while you are still alive
And then live your life once more
For each new tomorrow its not so far away
And so put that bible down
And then reach out for all of that fun
That's now forever all around
For no one knows just what might be
And so live your life to the full
For no matter how many times you pray each night
No one will hear your call
And so throw away that bible
That you have now read for so many times before
And then dance to all of that music
While you are on the disco floor
For its only then that you will meet that someone
With a very special love to share
And so now stop all of your praying
That just won't get you anywhere
For the bible it cannot give what you really need
No matter how many times you pray
And so now step outside while you are still alive
And then live your life each day.

“If Silence is golden, what is the color of noise?”
She did not die quietly. The sound-barrier blasts from the jets over her Himalayan retreat destroyed what remained of her life.
Though nothing lives forever, she once dreamed that she would.
When she was very young, she freely wandered the globe. She traveled deserts, mountains, oceans, and prairies. Before the first insect, frog, or human, peace and tranquility ruled both sides of the world.
When creatures began to roam the earth, she went her own way, often just in her own company.
She had many occupations during her life. She cared for young children playing quietly and newborns as they slept. That, of course, was before TV.
She worked with night watchmen and lone sheepherders.
Education was her career. She taught many philosophers and mystics. Her universal school transcended religion, politics or culture.
Her passions were as unique as her solitude.
You frequently could find her in empty churches or abandoned houses. She filled ball-fields after midnight.
She avoided crowds and anything mechanical or electrical. She never listened to music. Her music was soundless.
Her hobbies included hang-gliding and mountain climbing. She spent many of her vacations in the Grand Canyon. You could often meet her fly-fishing trout ponds high in the Rockies.
Her friends were often prayerful. Most of the others liked solitary walks with her in the woods.
She was Beethoven’s lover in his later years.
She was a companion to Helen Keller.
She spent time in prison camps and in solitary confinement.
There wasn’t only crying when she died. There was yelling and blaring and exploding and pounding and ticking and dripping and roaring and squeaking and throbbing and barking and thundering and ringing and elevator music endlessly.
Few know that she has died. She simply is not around anymore. She left no remains, inheritance, or next of kin.

OFTENTIMES IT AMAZES ME
I.E. LADY BEE
WHEN I LEAVE PEOPLE AND THAT SHOULD BE THAT
I MEAN IT'S OLD SCHOOL AND VERY OLD HAT
BUT THE NEXT DAY SOMEONE WILL SAY
"YOU KNOW, I WAS THINKING ABOUT YOU YESTERDAY"
WHILE I'D THINK THEY SHOULD HAVE A DAY OFF NOT THINKING OF ME WITH PAY
A DAY OFF FROM THINKING OF THE ABSURD
BECAUSE EVERYTHING ABOUT MY LIFE IS......
OH I CAN'T SUMMON THE WORD
PERHAPS OBLIQUE MIGHT FIT THE BILL
OR I'M OVER THE HILL
YET IRELAND THINKS OF THE U.S.A.
FROM A CONTINENT AWAY
WELL THAT IS AN HONOR I REALLY MUST SAY
BECAUSE FOR SOMEONE TO RECOLLECT A THOUGHT OF MINE
EVEN A THOUGHT AS FAST AS A BLINK
I HEAR LADY BEE SAY "JUST SIT DOWN AND THINK"
THEN SHE WRITES A POEM WITH MY NAME IN A LINE
'TIS SWEET MY DEAR THAT YOU WOULDST CLAIM MY NAME
FOR SURELY YOU MUST KNOW I FEEL AS IF I DESERVE NO SUCH FAME
ALL I AM IS NOT WHAT YOU PROBABLY THINK OF ME
LADY BEE
THEE AS SWEET AS CAN BE
AS SWEET AS ANY HONEY A BEE EVER MADE
WHILE I AM A MAN WEAKENED TO FADE
BECOME JUST DUST
AND YET I DO THE THINGS I MUST
WHILE IN THE MIDDLE OF MY MADNESSS SHE'S MY ONLY CONCERN
AND FROM HER ACTIONS AND WORDS I HAVE SO MUCH TO LEARN
SHE CAN TEACH ME TO BE THAT WHICH THE UNIVERSE KNOWS I AIN'T
AS I PRACTICE WHAT SHE PREACHES AND LEARN SOME RESTRAINT
AND EVERYTIME SHE WRITES ME THE WORD "HELLO"
I WISEN UP ENOUGH TO ALMOST SAY "NO"
NO TO THAT WHICH SHOULDN'T BE DONE
AND SOMETIMES I FEEL SHE'S THE ONLY ONE
THE SIGNULAR SUBJECT ON MY MIND
FOR SHE GAVE SIGHT AND INTELLECT TO THE MORALLY BLIND
AND YET WE TWO JUST SOMEHOW SEEM TO FIT
BECAUSE BY A LOVELY BEE I'VE BEEN GENTLY BIT
THEN AT THE TIMES WHEN I'M FEELING LOW
I RECEIVE MAIL ON A NAPKIN FROM HER ON WHICH SHE SCRIBED "HELLO"
OR WHEN I JUST WANT TO SIT IN MY SINGLE ROOM AND CRY
I RECEEIVE A LETTER THAT READS A SIMPLE "HI"
NOW WHEREVER LIFE SHOVES ME OR WHEREVER I MAY ROAM
I'LL ALWAYS REMEMBER HER LAYING MY NAME IN THAT POEM
WELL TO THAT BEAUTIFUL BEE IT MUST BE SAID BY ME
YOU ARE RESPECT, REVERERENCE AND I SO REVERE THEE
(C)........2011 ~free cee!~
P.S. LADY BEE----WE MAY HAVE STARTED OFF ON THE WRONG FOOT
BUT NOW IT WOULD BE AN HONOR TO SHAKE YOUR HAND