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Heim 4h
I leave you again today,
My coat and this cup of grey,
A million miles away,
This time in the fields I stay,
I have to go away,
Somewhere so far away,
Say my goodbyes in the day,
Would you mind if I see your face?


Don’t step into the snow,
That’s where the daises grow,
The fields are my new home,
So far and all alone.
For your eyes only.
   ~A Villanelle ~

For your eyes only I never need to hide.
For you can see so much of me that’s true
For your eyes only read between the lines

From now onward I feel our hearts are tied
There are people want to cast our plans askew
For your eyes only I never need to hide

We are good together I’m happy at your side
But snakes and jealous ******* make us blue
For your eyes only read between the lines

It’s strange but true our families allied
I have to say their not walking in our shoes
For your eyes only I never need to hide

Our love mustn’t be cast off to the wayside
They try to stop me from your natural rescue
For your eyes only read between the lines

You’re a woman I’m a man we are qualified
So we must play things right
For your eyes only I never need to hide.
For your eyes only. Read between the lines.
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Written by Philip.
December 9th. 2018.
Poetry between two lovers
How search for what we ignored was lost?
How seek what is nearby but never  spot?
How find with the astray lot?
How discover with no logical plot?

Whereas it's the unfound, honest love,
which is forever meant for the heavens above.
or that dreadful void which is caused by absence of art;
It had always been a hollow heart.

Nevertheless, it is no excuse,
to dim the flame of one's soul.
Let your spirit on the loose.
But not to become beyond control.

Get broken,
but never break.
Silence is stronger than the spoken.
Be an ocean, not a lake.

Get hurt,
but never do the hurting.
Life is terribly curt.
Choose how to live wisely; for there is no reverting.
we all are missing something, a piece of our greatest spirit, which we all long to. I believe that once upon a lost time we were that *****, better soul.
when I say:"the unfound honest love,
which is forever meant for the heavens above." I am referring to that greatest love which has no hurting, just love, that word which many poets and authors tried to explain...but after all, just in human words. You see, love is our gift from the Eden above, but when it came down it lost some of its perfection."Ideal" never existed on our humble ground.
In life I always try to be lovable
       A Villanelle form of poetry
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In life I always try to be lovable
Although some folks think me very prickle
No need be thought by all adorable

When parents need you be manageable
As a child and not ever be sickly
In life I always try to be lovable.

Having some friends, some nice some horrible
Most fall by the wayside dramatically
No need be thought by all adorable.

To duck and dive remaining flexible.
You go strength to strength loving physically
In life I always try to be lovable

As you age one becomes infallible
Learning to live so radically
No need be thought by all adorable.

Now with age affairs are affable
I learnt to live so emphatically
In life I always try to be lovable
No need be thought by all adorable.
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Written by Philip
December 8th 2018.
In life I always try to be lovable
A Villanelle poetic form
Is a Nineteen line poem
5 Stanzas of three lines
Followed by a single Stanza of four lines
Two refrains and two repeating rhymes
Rhyme patterns
A1 ,b A2.a,b ,A1.a,b,A2.a,b,A1.a,b,A2 ,a,b,A1,A2
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It’s with a joyful heart
      A Villanelle

It’s with a joyful heart I greet the day.
For I am blessed with having such a love
In this way, that way and every which way

I am fired with emotion as I say.
Of course I can swear to my *** above
It’s with a joyful heart I greet the day.

I don’t have to be on my knees to pray
And my cause for you will not be tough
In this way, that way and every which way.

We can have love both at home and away
And at times others may abuse our trust
It’s with a joyful heart I greet the day.

Know *** is with us in work and in play
And during the life’s constant cut and ******
In this way,that way,and every which way

We answer all doubters with the word nay
We eat all that’s offered including the crust.
It’s with a joyful heart I greet the day.
In this way, that way,and every which way.
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Written by Philip
December 8th 2018.
It’s with a joyful heart that I composed This Villanella
Such goods that I have I share with thee
............A Villanelle.......

Such goods that I have , I share with thee
For such is the way of my perfect plans
I know darling that I love you and you love me

If people saw our smiles they’d agree
I have searched for decades over all lands
Such goods that I have , I share with thee

Without a thought whether gratis and free
We have the time to formulate plans
I know darling that I love you and you love me.

With time on our side let all the world see
We care not if the snakes raise alarms
Such goods that I have I, I share with thee

If we are both willing then the devil may be
Put so to death by our natural charms
I know darling that I love you and you love me.

We in life have climbed to the top of our trees
And the views bold as I hold you in my arms
Such goods that I have I share with thee
I know darling that I love you and you love me.
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Written by Philip.
December 7th 2018.
A tribute of love
A Villanelle poetic form
Is a Nineteen line poem
5 Stanzas of three lines
Followed by a single Stanza of four lines
Two refrains and two repeating rhymes
Rhyme patterns
A1 ,b A2.a,b ,A1.a,b,A2.a,b,A1.a,b,A2 ,a,b,A1,A2
Here is a famous Villanelle by Dylan Thomas.
1914-1953.
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Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rage at close of day
Rage ,rage , against the dying of the light

Though wise men at their end know dark is right.
Because their words had forked no lightening they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men the last wave by crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a Green Bay.
Rage,rage, against the dying of the light

Wild men who caught and sang the men in flight.
And learned too late ; they grieved it on its way
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men near death , who see with blinding sight.
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be ***
Rage,rage against the dying of the light

And you my father there on the sad height
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Posted by Philip as a Villanelle Exercise.
December 7th 2018.
An exercise in writing a Villanelle
I'm needing to leave,
But because of you,
I'm glued to my feet.
Unable to walk away.
Stuck in my tracks.
The sight of you was unbearable to breathe.
I once shared another life with you.
An intuition of recognition is what I perceive.
I'm missing your skin,
like a feather misses the wind.
Carrying my soul from place to place
all in a spin,
without destination or control never to waste again.
Everything came so naturally,
Wild and free.
There isn't one thing that I'll miss
but of everything.
Remember when I once said this,
followed by a kiss.
Forever yours I intend,
but that's when the storms rolled in.
Just like that,
the start was an end.
Without no inbetween.
Short time, losted friend.
Missing you over and over,
again and again
Bryce 4d
Finally,

finally the winds have subsided
the grasses are no longer golden brown

The world is growing in joy!

I can feel my heart burn, the blood of love leaking upon the planks
But it is safe, it is home
It is the lapping shores of the familiar stones
No violent black rock of dreams to stop me from ascending the cliffs
finding solid ground
growing food and making love to the true beauty of it all

And the islands at the edge of the world
Anatolia, the dreams of a new kingdom
One where I was the man I was
Calyps, though kind,
Was a beautiful temptress and had nothing good to say
Just figments and dreams, illusory
She would never make me king.

So here I am friends!
I, your friend
Your crown and solemn head
Please, I ask with faith--
Give me this place to stay.
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