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Emily Mae (Villanelle) by horus8

What else can a young mother say? I wake up at night hearing you... And I love and miss you Emily Mae. "Minutes turn hours & the hours to days" As no one, but you, can take my hand What else can a young mother say? When we put you to ground, the display alone sent me into this no man's land I love and miss you dear Emily Mae. "I buried my heart with, to keep you at play" in that field where the grey stones stand, What else can a young mother say. To those that we had, but went away? I want you to know, "I'm glad you weren't planned." And I love and I miss you Emily Mae. One day soon, with you too, I will stay by your grave as a mother, and friend. What else can a young mother say... But I love and miss you my Emily Mae.

horus8 4-Feb-04/2:32 PM
There is nothing wrong with this vilanelle, grammar, or spelling, it's a taste full poem, and I disagree, your not a poet with enough credibility to even begin to rate my work let alone a vilanelle, and my harsh name calling was meant to be, you fucking hack kneed dwarf fucker, you'll be lucky if I don't parody your entire body of work using nothing but spoons and douche metaphors for your wiccan vaginal spooge and mindless 'moon mama' poetic homeruns of shit. The scented candle and rubbing oils are that way, love, now move your ass before I take your body of work and turn them all into horus8 torture sessions of ugly older housewives and the men that love to abuse them. Do I make myself clear, I admit, have the shit I write is propaganda and neither here nor there, but to come along and claim this poem is in poor taste is unexcusable, and just a lie, this is a well written poem, you are either jealous, or stupid, or confused, I don't know if you write many vilanelles, but this poem is indeed a wonderful vilanelle, and to say you think it's trite or full of this or that is wrong, it's reserved, poignant, and true, it conveys, to me, what this twenty year old girl that was raped and kept the baby anyway only too lose her daughter later at a year old to a brain tumor? What? And I'm not even pissed because of your blatant disregard to All that's 'feminine' and 'Wiccan' or 'EArthly'.
I'm pissed because it's lazy self centered mother fuckers like you that keep this world from waking up, while you point the finger at me and call me the devil, or the bad tasteless poet, in all reality, it's you and your peers that are heartless, selfish, dry cunts hopped up personal enlightenment and enless series of hopeless CONTRADICTIONS IN LIFE STYLE, love, work, you're a joke, a sell out, a blind accusor of what YOu are guilty of daily, not me bitch, I have CONVICTION, I have justice, I know what I stand for, and that's bad news for you and your disorganized body of liberal ferret fuckers, when I have my day? better run, because you're the first on my list of ethnic cleansing.




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