Category Archives: Villanelle

Wars Last Stand (2)

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

Rough Draft

Rough Draft

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

 

 

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200 Foot Memes Square

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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.

Saddlebag’s Lode

The road I ride hardens my soulSaddlebags
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

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Pheromonal Plight (Peac**t)

She’s coiled up real tightAlterEgoTrip Svenska
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

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Wars Last Stand

The rust runs off redLast Stand
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

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http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/01/monday-one-stop-poetry-form-villanelle_24.html

Wordle: Wars Last Stand

Shirley… You jest? or Did I mention I hate long poems?

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.