Erotic Villanelle Challenge

[darkmaas]

It's so unlike you not to have your own supply.

Well, up here we are a tad anti-bush, but free whiskey is above mere posturing.

 

[Angeline]

Well, up here we are a tad anti-bush, but free whiskey is above mere posturing.

We're (more than) a tad anti-Bush down here, too, though I'm not sure I'm technically "down" from you. I might be more "up."

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I started off trying to rhyme 'love' but beyond dove and shove it was a no go lol

 

[Angeline]

I started off trying to rhyme 'love' but beyond dove and shove it was a no go lol

psst. rhyming dictionary.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Thankyou kind lady I never actually thought about 'of' ryhming with 'love' and don't know if I will be doing anymore of these anyway I kept losing my place but please someone tell me if I did it right!

 

[Remec]

Why do I often feel like we are at an unbirthday party in Wonderland?

Unbirthday Party

"My cup is dirty. Move down!"

 

[Angeline]

Thankyou kind lady I never actually thought about 'of' ryhming with 'love' and don't know if I will be doing anymore of these anyway I kept losing my place but please someone tell me if I did it right!

Here's the cheat sheet. I always use these when I write in unfamiliar forms (except last night when I was doing it all in my head and I messed up!):

Stanza 1
A1
B1
A2

Stanza 2
A3
B2
A1 (Repeat line 1 from Stanza 1)

Stanza 3
A4
B3
A2 (Repeat line 3 from Stanza 1)

Stanza 4
A5
B4
A1 (Repeat line 1 from Stanza 1)

Stanza 5
A6
B5
A2 (Repeat line 3 from Stanza 1)

Stanza 6
A7
B6
A1 (Repeat line 1 from Stanza 1)
A2 (Repeat line 3 from Stanza 1)

That's it. When you have this in front of you as you write, it gets a lot easier.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

It's similar to the spreadsheet someone told me to use for a sestina which is something else I would rather not experience again!! Hey someone just called me a Villannier lolol (part of my screen name on Aol is Annier)

 

[Angeline]

It's similar to the spreadsheet someone told me to use for a sestina which is something else I would rather not experience again!! Hey someone just called me a Villannier lolol (part of my screen name on Aol is Annier)

I like Villannier! It sounds like Mouseketeer to me! I'm a Villannier!

*ponders what sort of headgear we need*

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Not the ears pleeeeeeeeze not the ears !

 

[The_Fool]

A sip, a momentary pause, a smile,
a greeting murmured into afternoon.
Their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

and without words their eyes are speaking while
the caress of fingers is a silent tune:
a sip, a momentary pause, a smile,

hair fanned dark across his chest, no guile
in decadent distraction, and so soon
their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

that strains each whisper to a cry, tensile


Take your time, love. I'm not going anywhere. Thanks, too, for additing the repeated lines. Ok, what ryhmes that I haven't used yet? Lol.

A sip, a momentary pause, a smile,
a greeting murmured into afternoon.
Their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

and without words their eyes are speaking while
the caress of fingers is a silent tune:
a sip, a momentary pause, a smile,

hair fanned dark across his chest, no guile
in decadent distraction, and so soon
their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

that strains each whisper to a cry, tensile
she yields, she charms him, he is not immune
a sip, a momentary pause, a smile,





Damn, if this was all mine I would have started over a long time ago. This is a hard one. It might not be your fault, Ange, but I'm blaming you...

 

[The_Fool]

Damn Spreadsheets. Damn Sestinas....

 

[Angeline]

A sip, a momentary pause, a smile,
a greeting murmured into afternoon.
Their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

and without words their eyes are speaking while
the caress of fingers is a silent tune:
a sip, a momentary pause, a smile,

hair fanned dark across his chest, no guile
in decadent distraction, and so soon
their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

that strains each whisper to a cry, tensile
she yields, she charms him, he is not immune
a sip, a momentary pause, a smile,





Damn, if this was all mine I would have started over a long time ago. This is a hard one. It might not be your fault, Ange, but I'm blaming you...

What? We can't edit? Honey, there's always editing. Though you can blame me if you want. I def dragged you into this. I'm no shirker of responsibility!

A sip, a momentary pause, a smile,
a greeting murmured into afternoon.
Their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

and without words their eyes are speaking while
the caress of fingers is a silent tune:
a sip, a momentary pause, a smile,

hair fanned dark across his chest, no guile
in decadent distraction, and so soon
their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

that strains each whisper to a cry, tensile
she yields, she charms him, he is not immune
a sip, a momentary pause, a smile

to prey this way and pray that no trial

 

[unpredictablebijou]

It may be cheating, but i'm using this as my 30/30 today too.

I need to stop reading challenge threads at 3 am. I seriously do.


Lines from a Pillow Book

The dragon is entangled in the snare
The heartbeat of your body on my tongue
And what is raised becomes the perfect prayer

As sky and earth are balanced in the air
And vibrate with the motion of a song
The dragon is enchanted in the snare

The braid of mouth and music hovers there
where twining serpents keep the lovers young
And what is raised transforms the perfect prayer

All desperate fingers tangled in the hair
The tongue that leads, the cock that comes along,
The dragon is engorging in the snare

This trade of angels turns a solar flare
A sweet flag raised and round the temple hung,
And what then flies transcends the perfect prayer

For life we drink as much as we can bear
and stoke the inner fire so it burns long,
The dragon is enlivened in the snare
and what's exchanged becomes the perfect prayer.



.

 

[The_Fool]

A sip, a momentary pause, a smile,
a greeting murmured into afternoon.
Their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

and without words their eyes are speaking while
the caress of fingers is a silent tune:
a sip, a momentary pause, a smile,

hair fanned dark across his chest, no guile
in decadent distraction, and so soon
their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

that strains each whisper to a cry, tensile
she yields, she charms him, he is not immune
a sip, a momentary pause, a smile

to prey this way and pray that no trial
lead them astray. Each time they share a boon
their sense of sinful pleasure worn with style

 

[Angeline]

It may be cheating, but i'm using this as my 30/30 today too.

I need to stop reading challenge threads at 3 am. I seriously do.


Lines from a Pillow Book

The dragon is entangled in the snare
The heartbeat of your body on my tongue
And what is raised becomes the perfect prayer

As sky and earth are balanced in the air
And vibrate with the motion of a song
The dragon is enchanted in the snare

The braid of mouth and music hovers there
where twining serpents keep the lovers young
And what is raised transforms the perfect prayer

All desperate fingers tangled in the hair
The tongue that leads, the cock that comes along,
The dragon is engorging in the snare

This trade of angels turns a solar flare
A sweet flag raised and round the temple hung,
And what then flies transcends the perfect prayer

For life we drink as much as we can bear
and stoke the inner fire so it burns long,
The dragon is enlivened in the snare
and what's exchanged becomes the perfect prayer.



.

This is good. I like the way you shift the repeating lines around.

 

[Tzara]

If bijou is in then I'm in. I loves me a good challenge. (He says, still smarting from the old pie fight wounds.)

Where's Eluard? I have been waiting for some villanelle about, oh, maybe Bertrand Russell and Lady Morrell, or something:

Sweet Ottoline Morrell
Lord Bertie's parts did swell
And, perhaps, sweat.
Formed this a set
He was member of as well?​

Oh, wait. That wasn't a villanelle, was it.

El! Where the hell are you?

 

[Sara Crewe]

Where's Eluard? I have been waiting for some villanelle about, oh, maybe Bertrand Russell and Lady Morrell, or something:

Sweet Ottoline Morrell
Lord Bertie's parts did swell
And, perhaps, sweat.
Formed this a set
He was member of as well?​

Oh, wait. That wasn't a villanelle, was it.

El! Where the hell are you?

He's hiding with all the other chickens.


Like my feathers?

 

[Tzara]

He's hiding with all the other chickens.


Like my feathers?

*clears throat*

Here, chick, chick, chick?

 

[Sara Crewe]

*clears throat*

Here, chick, chick, chick?

I don't think that's gonna work on El.


*grins*

 

[Tzara]

I don't think that's gonna work on El.


*grins*

I was baiting him with Russell's antinomy. He claims to have solved it.

But, y'know, there seems to be time to kill before he shows up, so I thought I'd maybe just, y'know, hang out with whatever friendly birds might be about.

No barnyard jokes now, please. Farmer's daughter ones are OK, probably.

I do not want to hear anything about eggs, though. I am too old for that.

 

[Sara Crewe]

I was baiting him with Russell's antinomy. He claims to have solved it.

But, y'know, there seems to be time to kill before he shows up, so I thought I'd maybe just, y'know, hang out with whatever friendly birds might be about.

No barnyard jokes now, please. Farmer's daughter ones are OK, probably.

I do not want to hear anything about eggs, though. I am too old for that.

It is Never a good idea to tell me what you don't want to hear.

It's that red flag thing for me.

 

[champagne1982]

I wonder if, with judicious editing, I could turn this into a villanelly? ...

Jonathan (Beyond Delicious)

Jonathan Apple showed up in the fall,
his cheeks red and round,
a smile like no other, on dark ruby lips,
the like of none else ever found.

The farmer's daughter delighted that he
chose to stop in at their place on his way,
to sip of the autumn's fresh pressed cup
on a gentle, Indian summer day.

Johnny Apple had promised that surely as spring
would bring fragrant blooms to the trees,
she would find him as willing to take her to wife
as orchards could bait honey bees.

But alas, bright May passed without his knock
on the door or him showing up like a weed
A bushel of apples grew in the sweet girl's womb
for Jonathan Apple had planted his seed.

The farmer was incensed that his girl had been duped
by a smooth talkin’ sharp with bright cheeks
but he loved his child and the fruit that she bore
enough that revenge no more would he seek

Twas enough, the man said, that the fool
never sees the sweet on the ground by his foot.
and he took his grandson from his girl's arms
and vowed Johnny would never watch this one take root.

Woe to the lad who steals of another man's orchard
for bitter are the fruits that he reaps.
Instead of the joy found in the love of a child,
he wallows in dirt with the company he keeps.

I tried, it's still a fun rhymer even so (and it is about a farmer's daughter).

 

[Eluard]

Where's Eluard? I have been waiting for some villanelle about, oh, maybe Bertrand Russell and Lady Morrell, or something:

Sweet Ottoline Morrell
Lord Bertie's parts did swell
And, perhaps, sweat.
Formed this a set
He was member of as well?​

Oh, wait. That wasn't a villanelle, was it.

El! Where the hell are you?

Funny you ask because I was waiting to get a chance to post again to this thread and I was hoping that you'd be here by then. And what I have to post has something to do with Russell's paradox — a little tangentially, but the connection is there.

There was a logical puzzle in the first three posts to this thread.

Bijou said I am in in if someone else is in.

I said I am in if bijou is in.

Question: is anyone then in?

I really want all your answers to this question, and I'm particularly interested in what you, Tz, have to say.

So what do you think: was anyone then in?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I'm still swooning about the dragon engorging in the snare .......