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Walk The Boy To Circles (Villanelle) by horus8
Around the rug, I walk the boy
The kitchen slants, the faucet drips
Circles have never been so coy
It's not a system, or some ploy
This need to warm up his blue lips
Around the rug, I walk the boy
While the war outside may destroy
My need to rock him to sleep, perhaps
Circles have never been so coy
My words, my love, are a poet's decoy
To save the child that my mind whips
Around the rug, I walk the boy.
As sirens wail, and bombs deploy
The mother slips out with a swish of hips
Circles have never been so coy
A young father with no milk, no joy
In doing these laps, making these trips
Around the rug, I walk the boy
Circles have never been so coy.
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.0
Weighted score: 5.119203
Overall Rank: 5836
Posted: December 21, 2004 4:30 PM PST; Last modified: December 22, 2004 10:54 PM PST
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Raping haikus with your puberty
doused ideas about what poetry
Means to a 17 year old?
Perhaps, straddling over
the mouth of Freeverse
And pinching a loaf of love?
Please, take your mediocrity
to the showers. Everyone knows
A villanelle is a purposely forced
Rhyming couplet, that's the point
You tit. My extremely DEEP poem
happens to have DEEPER meanings
Like Sodomy, war, and biscuits.
Good Evening,
Sincerely,
-=Horus8_Of_The_Eights=-