Refrains, they are the quintessential keys
That open up the rhyming Villanelle,
Revealing what the poet's passion sees,

The nuanced lines, expressive by degrees
Enclosed within the repetition shell-
Refrains, they are the quintessential keys

That offer this pentameter release,
Unlocking secrets metaphors will tell,
Revealing what the poet's passion sees,

With each new tercet lines appear in threes
Revolving a familiar carousel-
Refrains, they are the quintessential keys

That whistle like a reminiscent breeze,
Ingredients to brew the writer's spell,
Revealing what the poet's passion sees,

The presence of this reoccurrence frees
The images inside where demons dwell,
Refrains, they are the quintessential keys,
Revealing what the poet's passion sees.

A mother's work is never done
Until the world is tucked in tight,
Indifferent to tomorrow's sun,

The human race, it has to run
And even if it takes all night
A mother's work is never done,

Her daily needs she has to shun
In favour of another's light,
Indifferent to tomorrow's sun,

If moral threads are badly spun
The world won't fill its appetite,
A mother's work is never done,

The obligations weigh a ton,
They crush the spine of rhodonite,
Indifferent to tomorrow's sun

And time is cocked, a loaded gun
Against the head to expedite,
A mother's work is never done,
Indifferent to tomorrow's sun.

A Bird in a Cage (Villanelle)

I am a bird in a gilded cage
where I cannot spread my wings,
a scared girl wanting to rule the stage.

Like a world renowned sage
unable to say anything,
I am a bird in a gilded cage.

Like a storybook missing a page,
a fictional kingdom without a king,
a scared girl wanting to rule the stage.

A longing nothing can assuage
but to win the fight and hear the cheers ring,
I am a bird in a gilded cage.

Maybe one day at a different age,
a hope to which I constantly cling,
a scared girl wanting to rule the stage.

A war in my soul ever waged,
with fear as the victor, I refuse to sing.
I am a bird in a gilded cage,
a scared girl wanting to rule the stage.

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 God 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 God 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.

Iron and coal fused into a steel sword
torn from the comforts of an idle home
Against both will and wish into the forge

Mere foot to pedal unshackles the horde
onto that which was ****** into the dome
Iron and coal fused into a steel sword

Crude earth melts into an effulgent form
that once cooled will become harder than stone
Against both will and wish into the forge

Burning is sequestered by drowning boards
that go unnoticed but for hissing moan
Iron and coal fused into a steel sword

New pain begins despite what came before
anvil and hammer fashion the unknown
Against both will and wish into the forge

Those who endure will still need to be honed,
to be, of their own soul, the highest lord.
Iron and coal fused into a steel sword,
against both will and wish into the forge

Flowers share their golden bloom
I know everything'll be okay
And they'll get rid of all my gloom

I sing songs inside of my tomb
"You have to stay in there," they say
Flowers share their golden bloom

I already know about my certain doom
The skies turn a brilliant gray
And they'll get rid of all my gloom

I can't sleep in this bedroom
I think thoughtfully about today
Flowers share their golden bloom

Soldiers share a final legume
Bombs fly in a beautiful array
And they'll get rid of all my gloom

Blood splatters, a red abloom
This would be further known as D-Day
Flowers share their golden bloom
And they'll get rid of all my gloom

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.

French class is boring, my friend thinks so too
She says it's tedious, and she would cut class
But then she said, "How about you?"

The teacher is strict, and yet she was new
Her somber shrieks could break the strongest of glass
French class is boring, my friend thinks so too

One day she had a cup of brew
And she drank it when she was full of sass
But then she said, "How about you?"

She knew the drink was out of my view
And she said that the cup was made with quartz glass
French class is boring, my friend thinks so too

She reminisced about her time with a saucy beau
And how he was a sergeant first class
But then she said, "How about you?"

And now she looks at skies of blue
And no longer she did harass
French class is boring, my friend thinks so too
But then she said, "How about you?"

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.

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.