TWO awful villanelle

I wonder what the future bring.

Complexity abound, the rules unfair

The villanelle's what did me in

The air stirrs cold, my ears they ring,

This storm within, leaves failings bare,

I wonder what the future bring.

The tigress' call, the bitter sting,

Compelled by challenge, eyes that glare,

The villanelle's what did me in.

Lacrimose, the poison' doubtful win,

I shall attempt to write with care,

I wonder what the future bring.

How sharp it turns, my muse akin,

To snakes, their tongues fork here and there,

The villanelle's what did me in.

Poems haunt, like rabbid jinn

Upon a line they have my soul ensnare,

I wonder what the future bring,

The villanelle's what did me in.

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He shot the apple , William Tell,

Loose the bolt , and did not miss,

I try to suit a villanelle.

When told of what the bank befell

They need have asked if he was Swiss,

He shot the apple , William Tell,

Would that i could learn to spell,

I find my talent's value , piss,

I try to suit a villanelle..

It was no time to buy and sell,

The markets off, the fires' hiss

He shot the apple , William Tell,

The cannibals i got, my class rebel

It is no fun , so t'get some bliss,

I try to suit a villanelle..

Why not in words, his rage to quell?

When shall this moral failure cease?

He shot the apple , William Tell,

I try to suit a villanelle..

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The lacrimose toad asked in croak

What's the point of this long haul?

No one answered, none then spoke.

Life's been harsh, hence stirred I in the yoke,

Is there refuge 'twards i could aim and crawl?

The lacrimose toad asked in croak.

yearn I, to learn; of logic's stream to soak,

If to rise once, must it be to fall?

No one answered, none then spoke.

Is there no answer, not a glimmer i could grok?

Could on better vistas pull my heart in moving sprawl?

The lacrimose toad asked in croak

Where's the beauty, in the artichoke?

In a villanelle, 'pon

In a villanelle, 'ponn tigers scrawl?

No one answered, none then spoke.

Croaked he questions, to provoke,

Manifested here in swamplike drawl,

The lacrimose toad asked in croak

No one answered, none then spoke.