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Assume the Best for Us Both

Posted in villanelle by maggie on 2011/12/17
 

My will means nothing without your intent.
I need your wings to exit my cocoon.
Just choose the date, assume you've my consent

for anything you've promised me you'd meant.
Though were it me, I'd promise you my moon,
my will means nothing without your intent

to stretch me to love's uttermost extent.
Stretch me then, your breath my word's balloon.
Just choose the date, assume you've my consent

to push me, pry me, prove me, reinvent
the song to which my heart in you might tune.
My will means nothing without your intent

engaging my step's fall to your's ascent.
I'm at your pleasure, now through coming June.
Just choose the date, assume you've my consent.

I'll wait your coming back the way you went,
if not just yet, then maybe sometime soon —
just choose the date, assume you've my consent.
My will means nothing without your intent.

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a nasty little villanelle

Posted in villanelle by maggie on 2009/10/12
a nasty little villanelle

ummm no sir, you're not the archetype of perfection
merely because how that penis thing you've got works
it's not all that big a deal to work up an erection

let's see what you've got there, haul it on out for inspection
what dark dirty secret beneath that hard surface lurks?
ummm no sir, you're not the archetype of perfection

should i act impressed by so minor a change in direction
when the way the rest of you goes only inspires smirks?
it's not all that big a deal to work up an erection

you respond, so you're in control? i don't get the connection
does that explain why the world's run by dickheaded jerks?
ummm no sir, you're not the archetype of perfection

don't think me so addicted to come wanting another injection
making you lose it again, that's just one of my quirks
it's not all that big a deal to work up an erection

that piece between yours ain't no proof of natural selection
it belongs between ours, that's just one of a woman's perks
ummm no sir, you're not the archetype of perfection
it's not all that big a deal to work up an erection

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Fool’s Villanelle

Posted in villanelle by maggie on 2009/10/10
Fool's Villanelle

I've long admired the help wise words can bring
without which all our chatter turns to noise,
but poets have helped fools like me to sing.

We all could benefit from mentoring
for passing down the mastery one employs—
I've long admired the help wise words can bring
to educate the student to the thing,
like how a father should become his boys.
But poets have helped fools like me to sing
just any random breath my throat might fling
to turn a word that insults or annoys.

I've long admired the help wise words can bring
like gracious proclamations from a king
that everyone in audience enjoys.
But poets have helped fools like me to sing
my silly jests, my rude awakening,
as though a poem turns poison into poise.

I've long admired the help wise words can bring
but poets have helped fools like me to sing.

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Rightly Earned

Posted in villanelle by maggie on 2009/10/06
Rightly Earned

Concerning him I'd just as soon forget.
Each curse you curse the man he's rightly earned!
My role in him and you's my worst regret.

Not hate, you say? Then something worse, I'd bet -
when you're not gagged, your true belief's discerned.
Concerning him I'd just as soon forget

each dodge of his, each trick, each lie, each threat,
which leaves us precious little, as we've learned.
My role in him and you's my worst regret -

for what that's cost your life my own's in debt,
with his life breathing naught worth being yearned.
Concerning him I'd just as soon forget

that you were once his toy and I his pet.
Fuck him and fuck each fucking bridge he's burned.
My role in him and you's my worst regret.

(Are my thoughts on this theme explicit yet?)
You gave him all, shit's all the man returned.
Concerning him I'd just as soon forget -
My role in him and you's my worst regret.

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Rightly Earned (v2)

Posted in villanelle by maggie on 2009/10/01

Regarding him, you'd just as soon forget —
Each curse I curse the man he's rightly earned!
His role in him and me's my worst regret.

Don't hate, you say?  I'm over it, don't sweat.
Ungag me, and my true viewpoint's discerned.
Regarding him, you'd just as soon forget

each dodge of his, each trick, each lie, each threat,
which leaves me precious little, as we've learned.
His role in him and me's my worst regret —

for what that's cost my life your love's in debt,
and his sin giving naught I should have yearned.
Regarding him, you'd just as soon forget

that he was once my toy and I his pet.
Fuck him and fuck each fucking bridge he's burned —
His role in him and me's my worst regret.

(Are my thoughts on this theme explicit yet?)
I gave him all, shit's all the man returned.
Regarding him, you'd just as soon forget
his role in him and me's my worst regret.

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Just an Itch

Posted in villanelle by maggie on 2009/09/19
Just an Itch

Pretend or real? I can't tell which is which
or what's supposed to happen if I could.
So, was that you I felt? or just an itch?

We work and beg and search to find our niche;
I'm fine if I were in the neighborhood.
Pretend or real? I can't tell which is which.

My conscience gets to me, the little snitch,
about some things I haven't done but should.
So, was that you I felt? or just an itch?

We want ours beautiful, brilliant and rich;
I'm fine if I knew simply where I stood.
Pretend or real? I can't tell which is which.

For you I wear no costume, not a stitch,
but if you told me take it off, I would.
So, was that you I felt? or just an itch?

You felt it too?  Yeah, isn't love a bitch!
I've got it bad - I think that means we're good.
Pretend or real? I can't tell which is which.
So, was that you I felt? or just an itch?

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Sparked Villanelle

Posted in villanelle by maggie on 2009/09/17
Sparked Villanelle

That spark of eager response to my caress
is no more bright than mine to yours, I'm sure,
to light our fire.  I long for nothing less

from touching. Fireproof safeguards acquiesce
their claim to any skin that could endure
that spark of eager response to my caress.

The heat wraps any kindling I undress
with appetites fueled by your tongue's allure
to light our fire.  I long for nothing less

than breath enough to fan to hot excess
each lick of flame, to fury white and pure.
That spark of eager response to my caress

is meant to burn to ashes, I confess.
Does my desire pretend it's too demure
to light our fire? I long for nothing less.

So I'm a pyromaniac?  Hell yes!
My love's inferno let no smoke obscure.
That spark of eager response to my caress—
to light our fire I long for nothing less.

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ow! ow! ow!

Posted in villanelle by maggie on 2009/09/16
ow! ow! ow!

he got the best of her, we don't know how
the wording used was all we can confirm:
when he said "you're the one" she told him "wow"

confused she begged "alas come hither thou"
although she knew at heart he was a worm
he got the best of her, we don't know how

"one kiss" warned she "one kiss will i allow
... or two ... or more ..." her thighs began to squirm
when he said "you're the one" she told him "wow"

"thy will be mine" she moaned "i want thee now"
as weak as sickly bodies to the germ
he got the best of her, we don't know how

"exclusive rights to thee i do endow"
she offered him a place perfect and perm
when he said "you're the one" she told him "wow"

"i'm thine" she prayed then sealed it with a vow -
how much we sacrifice to own some sperm!
he got the best of her, we don't know how
when he said "you're the one" she told him "wow"

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been had

Posted in villanelle by maggie on 2009/09/15
been had

it's nothing worth me getting mad
for being taken for the dupe
but just like always i've been had

this friendship thing, it's just a fad
so what if i'm not in the loop
it's nothing worth me getting mad

and most of you are really rad
i feel almost one of the group
but just like always i've been had

i know, my ranting's worse than sad
which goes to show how low i'll stoop
it's nothing worth me getting mad

i'd hoped it wouldn't all be bad
that all them stares weren't just to snoop
but just like always i've been had

(excluding you, for you i'm glad...)
i'm acting like a nincompoop
it's nothing worth me getting mad
but just like always i've been had

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