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The Cross Roads (Villanelle)

In a blackening haze of yellow
Tornado static, dead heat and air
I met the strangest fellow.

He wore a white cap and played a red cello
"Would you care for a game of wit & dare?"
In a blackening haze of yellow.

With a raucous laugh far from mellow,
and a handshake that bade me, beware...
I met the strangest fellow.

Eyes full of lightning, and voice a pure bellow
At his side, a pregnant ruby red mare
In a blackening haze of yellow.

"I don't play games", I said with legs of jello
Always the last one to leave the Fair
I met the strangest fellow.

So I said "Goodbye" before I said "Hello"
Not caring for Old~Scratch, nor his flair
In a blackening haze of yellow
I met the strangest fellow.

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Written January 11th, 2004

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  • horus8 gold member
    July 21, 2004
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    Yes, especially if you can get it to rhyme with Bill Cosby's asshat, or some loose change.


  • July 20, 2004
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    oh, and any villanelle with the word jello in in its rhyme scheme is a masterpiece,


  • July 20, 2004
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    hey, you should have given him a wedgie. stealing fucking trophies from me again, you fucker.


  • eternalrequiem
    July 20, 2004
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    i really like the eerie tone this poem evoked within me. your first line was so incredible in setting up a tone for the piece. this piece has so many implications! great work!! -alex


  • plinkyponk
    January 13, 2004
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    i dont believe
    Edited on Jan 13, 11:48 because ''.


  • clamchoder
    January 12, 2004
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    it's such a easy read i like it in a totally different way i ussually don't like the rhymes but this one was sorta like easy going can we say...ooo choder i really like your work.


  • EstherG
    January 12, 2004
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    Great write...I know that villanelles can be tricky to write, and they just don't work if those key lines are not perfect. Luckily, you pulled this off with aplomb...the rhyme scheme was flawless, the subject intriguing and the imagery vividly wonderful. I particularly liked 'tornado static', 'red cello' and 'pregnant ruby red mare'. Stunning. The last verse creeped me out a little...in an entirely good way! It was just so eerie, and hinted of near-escapes. Wonderfully done.


  • catz Moderators member
    January 12, 2004
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    An excellent write, and an entertaining one as well I do enjoy your poetry.

    Dee


  • Naughtygrlred
    January 11, 2004
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    nice rythming pattern great write
    Edited on Jan 16, 7:17 p.m. because ''.


  • cvillelisa
    January 11, 2004
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    You know I love you dressed in vilanelle.


  • Nyx Iscariot
    January 11, 2004
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    reminds me of Goblin Market by ROsetti.....for some weird reason...

    Nyx...


  • B2oH
    January 11, 2004
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    This is GOOD stuff

    O Ho! And what a battle royal this could have been. Horus8 in one corner, half human, half demon - spawn of hell and she-devil, Up and Coming Voice of the Damned versus The Old Master hisself -- That Lord of Light, The Lord of Flies, The Destroyer -- Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Lucifer!

    A wise man knows when to break and run...only fools run the gauntlet when there's plenty of open space in which to hare the hounds.

    Excellent my dear Sir. This is one of your finer creations in the creative department. The description is full, round and mellow with sparks of lightning in the yellow haze -- I can see this as if distorted through a crystal sphere and none of the menace gets lost.

    As Nancy always said, "Just say no."....bless her little black heart.

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