Last Commented Villanelle Poems (35)

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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.

They swayed together in the dance of love
strangers that were captured by a hot glance
watched with joyfulness by a white dove

Hand in hand they strolled around the cove
promised that they would return to this place
they swayed together in the dance of love

walking through the glen filled with foxglove
then tenderly he led her to his place
watched with joyfulness by a white dove

They stood talking, air full of scent of clove
the room was lit by candles and fireplace
they swayed together in the dance of love

Time passed soon they moved to the staircase
he helped her climb up to the bed space
watched with joyfulness by a white dove

They were married in a white olive grove
spending their honeymoon at his birthplace
they swayed together in the dance of love
watched with joyfulness by a white dove

(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.

My carnal feelings fly sky high
as you walk towards me smiling
turned on I let out a sigh.

Fingers trace down towards my thigh
setting my insides quivering
my carnal feelings fly sky high.

I blush and squirm going all shy
the warm flush setting loose feelings,
turned on, I let out a sigh.

I wilt in your arms ending nigh
as our passions mix exploding
my carnal feelings run high.

Emotions running hot and high
course through veins like streaked lightning
turned on, I let out a sigh.

Slowly the world stops revolving
tensions freed both now quivering
my carnal feelings run high
turned on, I let out a sigh.

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.

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

The arrow pierced his armour
causing an open painful wound
he had thought there would be glamour

He lay waiting feeling amour
as he saw a woman gowned
The arrow pierced his armour

His wound she did kindly cover
to her spirit he's attuned
he had thought there would be glamour

she poured into it liquor
which stung making it burn and pound
the arrow pierced his armour

It was now letting out odour
she made sure it was tightly bound
He had thought there would be glamour

At his grave a single mourner
her tears were falling without sound
the arrow pierced his armour

No glory here just some clamour
dead he lay no longer earthbound
The arrow pierced his armour
he had thought there would be glamour



sadly many young men think war glamorous
until they face the battlefield soon to
learn there is none just pain, suffering
and death.

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

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!