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Bitter bacardi makes the black stones dance. (Villanelle) by SupremeDreamer

These black ole stones have just kept rollin, & there be nothing that I fear, while my golden bacardi bottle starts callin. My weary friends much rather keep on stallin; & even so, I hold them all dear, but the black ole stones must keep on rollin. All day I hear their sly voices softly talkin, so what they say is never clear when my golden bacardi bottle keeps on callin. Sighs escape, while my Marlboro keeps a-burnin, & though I've kept my past near, these black ole stones have to keep on rollin. Some reckon I'm one who delights in moon howlin canines bared, & stifling a tear-- but that's just my golden bacardi bottle callin. It's this cold 'n solitary dark that I'm stalkin, donnin my surcoat 'n hat so drear-- but these black ole stones have to keep on rollin 'cause the golden bacardi bottle is who be callin.

Sasha 7-Jun-04/4:03 PM
You're welcome.

Marm? as in school-marm?? You''re funny, you really are. If as you said you were using the phrase to fit the rhymescheme, you were forcing a rhyme which isnot a good thing. If, on the other hand, you actually speak with constructions such as "hat so drear" in the same conversation as "black ole stones" then I really am a slim tube.

I'm curious, if the black stones are "ole" then why isn't the dark "solitary 'n cole?"

I'm not retaliating, nor am I so high on my pedestal that I can't take criticism. I can. If all I wanted was for a bunch of mind-numbed web-addicts to praise my work ad nauseam stultificationis, I'd have gone to allpoetry or some other online compliment-generator for poets.

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