Chantal's Torment - The Villanelle Of The Blues

A Villanelle by Anon

Chantal couldn't stop thinking about the blues

It was just so freaky and noble

But she could never forget the refuse

That morning, Chantal was shocked by the news

She found herself feeling rather mobile

Chantal couldn't stop thinking about the blues

Later, Chantal was spooked by an abuse

She thought the situation had become rather global

But she could never forget the refuse

Matthew tried to distract her with a ruse

Said it was time to start thinking about a mobil

Chantal couldn't stop thinking about the blues

Chantal took action like an excuse

The blues was like a toxic doble

But she could never forget the refuse

Chantal nosedived like a bitter cruise

Her mind turned into a strobel

Chantal couldn't stop thinking about the blues

But she could never forget the refuse

Lion - A Haiku

by Anonymous

Early freezing bounce

An ant, afraid lion sleeps

because of the snail

The Heavy And Living Bee

A Poem by Anon

Whose bee is that? I think I know.

Its owner is quite angry though.

He was cross like a dark potato.

I watch him pace. I cry hello.

He gives his bee a shake,

And screams I've made a bad mistake.

The only other sound's the break,

Of distant waves and birds awake.

The bee is heavy, living and deep,

But he has promises to keep,

Tormented with nightmares he never sleeps.

Revenge is a promise a man should keep.

He rises from his cursed bed,

With thoughts of violence in his head,

A flash of rage and he sees red.

Without a pause I turned and fled.