#Villanelle – Poetry 365

Parish Politics

He balled up his fist and started to shout Something about a standing order. She pressed the button and kicked him out. The vice-chair readied himself for the verbal bout His red eyes swivelled toward her He balled up his fist and started to shout. He spat and he swore that “she ain’t got the…

Sep20

The Madness of King … The King has gone way past insane and his hair and his style are appalling. Let’s euthanise him, then cut up his brain into small enough pieces to use in Chow Mein. His decisions of late have been galling, this King has gone way past insane. I heard he served…

Sep07

I think I’ll end this life the way it began, Screaming, starving, in total shock, Naked and desperate for love of a woman. I still have no clear clues or master plan, Always fighting against my ticking biological clock, I think I’ll end this life the way it began. Looking on, like a shell-shocked jilted…

Aug12

The Villanelle of Jean McGuire. Sometimes I think my inner voice lies to my inner ear. I’m not convinced and it makes me feel small, But what I hear is what I here. My inner eye sees all those inner visions appear That scare me into a vivid, total recall. Sometimes I think my inner…

Jul21

Suicide Love Letter. Will you please send a delicately written out love letter to the end? Can you also recommend which words I should cut out? Will you please send metaphors and images penned so I can stand and shout your love letter to the end? I’ll explain what I intend while you huff and…

Jul16

I was yours to be seen, yet I put out my eyes. Blind and unclean smoke ghosts drift across widescreen flickering scenes I despise. I was yours to be seen on the high street between mannequins and the beggar’s sunrise. Blind and unclean on moonshine runs, as amphetamine blurred visions catalyse. I was yours to…

Apr08

Lock Down Blues His letter read: “You all must stay at home” So I park myself upon my porcelain throne Deep within my cosy bio-dome. Black on white. The words are monochrome. The sentiment is flat, a monotone: His letter read: “You all must stay at home.” I barricade myself with honeycomb And spread the…

Mar25

I swear I can’t take another day as a slave And I run around with a cross and turn All the undead back into the grave Perhaps defiance makes us all brave The obscene pictures that are hard to discern. I swear I can’t take another day as a slave Give me just once more…