The Friday Fling Writes Its Way To Villanellaville!
Friday Fling #194 August 24th 2012
This week on Friday we’re gonna Fling it
and let you go ahead and wing it.
Anything goes as far as a subject;
None will be frowned on or labeled a reject
as long as it is not too rudely crude
to make readers spew coffee recently brewed.
So take out your museable mighty cerebrum,
contemplate something poetically yum yum.
Lay it upon us to partake this day,
to bring out the sunshine and chase away gray.
We’re thinking to increase this challenge’s strength,
we suggest that you write in a form with some length.
One format our founder thought was quite swell;
so we recommend you write a Villanelle!
Shadow Poetry.com notes: A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa.
The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).
This week the Friday Fling wings it to Villanellaville!
Be sure to save time to read and comment tellingly on your fellow Pals’ winged wonders. Then go enjoy the weekend in your own special way!
Fickle Finger of Fate Award for August 17th
Congratulations Angel Love!
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Nibblin a doughnut
plantin my round butt
office chair’s squeakin its needin some oil
Strummin my keyboard
Playin my muse chord
Smellin the coffee beginnin to boil
Chorus:
Writin away again in Villanellaville
Searching for my last musings of soul
Some people claim that I’ve got rhymes on the brain
But I know, that it’s just how I roll.
Lyric rewrite of Jimmy Buffett’s “Margaritaville”
Copyright August 20th 2012 RGD
Welcome everyone to the CPC Friday Fling’s visit to Villanellaville! No that is not a flavor, but rather a poetry format, as you know already even if you did not read the intro above, right?
This week the form’s the thing, any topic of your choice is fine to write about as long as you take a stab at writing it as a Villanelle! Not as hard as it might seem since you repeat two lines no less than three times, so you really write only thirteen different lines!
A dark villanelle
THE DARK DREAMER
My darkest dreams are at night
Why better than the ones in day
Yet I love to dream in the light
But darkness of the night all my dreams takes flight
Those they may not be in the right way
I hurry to sleep this night.
So all my dreams will be out of ones sight
A sleep I try hard to stay
Not lettin in the light
Oh my darkest dreams are so a delight
Thou my dreams do some times play
I prey on the lust of the dreams I have at night
The vision I see are all with in my plight
Yet all my darkest dreams do turn a plae shade of grey
It was then I open my eyes to the light
Oh how I wish some times these dreams would take fright
Yes most times I do wanna just stray
I praise on the lust of the dreams I have at night night
It was then I open my eyes to the light
Written By: Bettie Davis ————————– August 23 , 2o12
VILLANEW
Time to write a new Villanelle,
A popular poetry design.
What you know it helps you to tell.
Just keep in mind, to do one well,
you must sometimes repeat a line.
Time to write a new Villanelle.
Some time on rhymescheme you must dwell
to make it come out really fine.
What you know it helps you to tell.
Read it over, it should not smell.
Make sure there are ten lines plus nine.
Time to write a new Villanelle.
Then check your spelling for a spell.
A word buffet for friends to dine.
What you know it helps you to tell.
When you’re done, your poem will be swell.
Then you can pour a glass of wine.
Time to write a new Villanelle;
what you know it helps you to tell.
Copyright August 23rd 2012 RGD
LoveLove Morning To Night
Feel the love within you in flight
Love will take you far
Love, love morning to night
Know each of you feel the light
For a warmth within that feels right
Feel the love within you in flight
As you share love that is so, right
That love will glow as a light
Love, love morning to night
Those who do not know love will know
They will feel an unconditional love flow
Feel the love within you in flight
As you give a warmth flows as your wings grow
A love that makes you whole never gets old
Love, love morning to night
All want and need love
Those you think do not need the most
Feel the love within you in flight
Love, love morning to night
Here is one I wrote back in ’09 and it was one of the intentions with the Villanelle and Haiku combined. It was invented by one of the CPC pals, I can’t remember who created this form.
Friggin’ Fun At The Friday Fling
Join in on the fun
With Scotorum as the host
At the Friday Fling
Mixing together
The Haiku and Villanelle
Join in on the fun
Stop wasting away
And create something awesome
At the Friday Fling
There’s so much to learn
With a new format each week
Join in on the fun
You might be the next
To get the finger award
At the Friday fling
So kick off your shoes
You’ll have a friggin’ good time
Join in on the fun
At the Friday Fling
Michelle R. King
12-19-09
I think I need that glass of wine now! 😆
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Congrats to Angel Love for the FF award! :love:
Oh yeah most for gotts congratulations Angel Love on the Fling Finger Award … Hugs :love: :love:
I wrote this one today for the CPC Thematic Attic Thursday challenge, where Diane and Bettie were looking for writes about a favorite teacher. As is my wont, I used the occasion to practice Villanelling.
A GOOD CASE OF INFLUENCA
Barry Beyer was a favorite.
Taught history and government.
In his classes I would gladly sit.
American history fit
my endurance fascination bent.
Barry Beyer was a favorite.
Straightforward, with a biting wit.
Broad knowledge generously lent.
In his classes I would gladly sit.
Trip to state capital a hit.
Shook hand of future Vice President.
Barry Beyer was a favorite.
International relations bit
into the time’s greatest events.
In his classes I would gladly sit.
Yearbook dedicated to his grit.
Then to my college he was sent.
Barry Beyer was a favorite.
In his classes I would gladly sit.
Copyright August 23rd 2012
Wonderful blog I see today. Have to check it out later.Hello all I’m back from helping my Son and his family move closer to me. It was busy for me since Wednesday morning when I woke up at 10am and been awake till now Friday at 6:30am. now bed time. Need some rest I be back on later today My eyes are heavy take care and missed you guys, TTYL! 😀
Megakudos to all who make writing Villanelles look easy. Always wonderful challenge and theme and pieces posted. Before I actually read the pieces posted, will ponder and hopefully return. Congratulations to Angel Love! Greetings and Good Morning and Big Hugs and Happy Friday from Southern California. :love: :love: :love:
A Villanelle Love Song
It’s time to write a Villanelle
And mold it with much love and care
Spilling out the ink, “by Michelle”
I love being Michelle, his belle
Words that make me dance on the air
It’s time to write a Villanelle
Sweet words that blend together well
Like a French vanilla eclair
Spilling out the ink, “by Michelle”
Sweet roses so fragrant to smell
Running his fingers through my hair
It’s time to write a Villanelle
Writing of love, I think it’s swell
While dreaming in my comfy chair
Spilling out the ink, “by Michelle”
It’s Villanelle love; Can you tell?
Singing it out with so much flair
It’s time to write a Villanelle
Spilling out the ink, “by Michelle”
© Michelle R. King, 2012
All rights reserved.
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CHERISHING THE LEGACY
We cherish the legacy of those who have come before,
their example a shining light that continues to guide our way,
as we pay tribute to their memory from the depth of our core.
After giving so much, they continued to give even more
with no thought at all to any honor or pay,
we cherish the legacy of those who have come before.
They’ve lifted up our spirits and once again made them soar
and given so much beyond without keeping score
as we pay tribute to their memory from the depth of our core.
And as these heroes have taught us what courage stands for,
these few words on a page are small thanks to convey.
We cherish the legacy of those who have come before.
As they gave so selflessly, we remember them once more
and on this day within our hearts they will always stay
as we pay tribute to their memory from the depth of our core.
All they’ve done for us we certainly can’t ignore;
it’s the very least we can do to thank them in this way.
We cherish the legacy of those who have come before
as we pay tribute to their memory from the depth of our core.
(c) barbara kausteklis 8-24-12
All such wonderful villanelles — such talented poets here. I must be off to babysit for a few hours but will be back later this evening to comment.
Treasured friend, I’m glad I found you;
Our friendship is a gift we share.
I can be myself around you,
Safe in your friendship and care.
I miss you when you’re out of sight;
Our friendship bond was meant to be.
I think of you with great delight;
You’re are part of me.
Through fun and fears, play and tears,
We help each other heal and grow.
I prize our time–the days, the years,
More than you can know.
Just harmony for me and you,
The two of us–a perfect blend.
I’ll cherish our friendship my whole life through,
My dear and treasured friend.