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Here are my attempts at writing within the confines of a villanelle...not wonderful, but I believe them to be decent...

Scarred White Dress of a Child

Scarred white dress of a child
Snared by vile hooks;
Coated in malignant bile.

Innocence belied by smile infantile,
For it hath been taken by parental rook;
Scarred white dress of a child.

With cherubic charm she doth beguile,
Deceiving with seraphim looks;
Coated in malignant bile.

Putting free thought on trial;
Seized with shepherd’s crook;
Scarred white dress of a child.

Preaching against Oscar Wilde;
Reiterating sacred books;
Coated in malignant bile.

Perceptions coursing like the Nile;
To false cause betook.
Scarred white dress of a child,
Coated in malignant bile.


Anesthetist's Beckoning
Anesthetist beckons, but I will not go
Surgical mask sheltering clinical grin
Scalpel opens wound needle cannot sew

He asks me to sleep, I say no, no, no
Refusal to partake in chemical sin
Anesthetist beckons, but I will not go

Belied by effulgent halo
Lurid separation of scarred skin
Scalpel opens wound needle cannot sew

I plead: go slow, slow, slow
Bombing of intellect’s Berlin
Anesthetist beckons, but I will not go

Eyes half open, espying empyrean glow
Doctor enquires: where have you been?
Scalpel opens wound needle cannot sew

He says silence girl, go with the flow
Through my heart, he thrusts a pin
Anesthetist beckons, but I will not go
Scalpel opens wound needle cannot sew
Church burning is good for the (social) environment

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Quote by theknuckster
It's like you take vodka, and then dilute it down until it's pretty much water, but still call it vodka, and proceed to pretend to get heavily wasted off it.