Again another will walk away
Constructing a vacuum to avoid
On her own path towards a new day
Having fulfilled what she had to pay
Rendered unto Freud what will be Freud’s
Again another will walk away
Loves intention is felt today
Hapless tomorrow of feeling toyed
On her own path towards a new day
Gifts that were given you want to pay
Though enlightenment leaves you annoyed
Again another will walk away
The role you were cast you must obey
Otherwise countenance will be destroyed
On her own path towards a new day
The bubbles that surfaced had their play
An addition to arsenals deployed
Again another will walk away
On her own path towards a new day
© 2011 Michael Yost
Come in my living tomb
Old Navy senior sale
Ten by twenty foot room
My window, children bloom
Febreze soaks up the stale
Come in my living tomb
Next store old bride new groom
Hammering Trojan nails
Ten by twenty foot room
Memories, weeping womb
Dyson cleans up, prevails
Come in my living tomb
Expecting the word gloom
Westinghouse lamps unveil
Ten by twenty foot room
Sleeping soon, don’t exhume
Ambien does not fail
Come in my living tomb
Ten by twenty foot room
© 2011 Michael Yost
Cabrillo HS seen through the window
Where Glee does outside taping of shows.
Posted in Villanelle
Tagged Ambien, Depression, Dyson, Febreze, Memes, sleep, Trojans, Westinghouse
The road I ride hardens my soul
Lies from my lips sealed with a kiss
Her money missed the only toll
Blood in a puddle let the die roll
Crowd gathers in my dark abyss
The road I ride hardens my soul
Ante in chips it’s hit or hold
Twenty one wins losers walk pissed
Her money missed the only toll
Reading the tell know when to fold
Playing the odds losers dismissed
The road I ride hardens my soul
Whispers increase the crowd extols
Table empty nothing but bliss
Her money missed the only toll
Confidence reigns gold fills the hole
Saddlebag’s lode need no assist
The road I ride hardens my soul
Her money missed the only toll
©2011 Michael Yost
She’s coiled up real tight
His embraces failed
Pheromonal plight
His tongue causes flight
That ship has to sail
She’s coiled up real tight
The call is forthright
In kind hear the hail
Pheromonal plight
Might does not make right
Fallen men impaled
She’s coiled up real tight
Brazen puffed up bright
Competition pale
Pheromonal plight
Covet same delights
Let us have an ale
She’s coiled up real tight
Pheromonal plight
© 2011 Michael Yost
In memory of Frankie Fuego
http://www.flickr.com/photos/25364395@N04/2761774397/
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2011/01/poetry-pantry-is-now-open-26.html
Posted in Poetry, Villanelle
Tagged Competition, Homosexuality, Pheromones, Sexuality, Tension
The rust runs off red
Machinery froze
Black fluids bled
Collecting the dead
Sun’s bleach expose
The rust runs off red
Flame not right yet
Bodies decompose
Black fluids bled
Bound and broken treads
Rendering of foes
The rust runs off red
Bloated children fed
Torn pennant blows
Black fluids bled
Grinding bones for bread
Stark machines pose
The rust runs off red
Black fluids bled
© 2011 Michael Yost
http://www.flickr.com/photos/danseperdue/3759375334/
http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/01/monday-one-stop-poetry-form-villanelle_24.html
This captured heart yields to the slow bleed
Reference your dead gods that don’t heed
With your failed attention to my pleas
Next the lonely nights with spent seed
My short shrift for naught you must concede
This captured heart yields to the slow bleed
Archaic term, dead gods and the black steed
Snorting crimson on two hind legs freed
With your failed attention to my pleas
Casual readers perplexed can’t conceive
Allusion from blatant dirt you see
This captured heart yields to the slow bleed
Elves, fairies and butterflies flee
Imperfect rhyming means naught to me
With your failed attention to my pleas
Stopped taking my pills and you must agree
Shirley hindered my creativity
This captured heart yields to the slow bleed
With your failed attention to my pleas
Love,
© 2011 Michael Yost
Author Note: My second Villian nelle and my 100th post.
Posted in Poetry, Villanelle
Tagged Baby Don't You Weep For Me, Bag It, Doot, Hang Him From The Highest Tree, Tag It
Unfurling my sails
Winds to calm my heart
Emptiness prevails
My wet brow is pale
Not good for a start
Unfurling my sails
Wanting for an ale
Look upon my chart
Emptiness prevails
Why the wind curtails
Keeping us apart
Unfurling my sails
Praying for strong gales
For love I must part
Emptiness prevails
I just can not fail
The tears start to smart
Unfurling my sails
Emptiness prevails
© 2011 Michael Yost
First Villanelle
Michael's Lair 