Villanelle – A Forgotten Friendship

I think of the many times I have sought
your company; my desire before any other
I accept, it may seem that I forgot.

You and the joy which you begot,
a gift; giving me a chance to discover.
I think of the many times I have sought

something which to my life you brought
without ever being asked by another
I accept, it may seem that I forgot.

Now by confusion I have been caught;
the route I have taken I can’t uncover
I think of the many times I have sought

A friendship like yours, which can’t be bought;
and value unknown, until it was over.
I think of the many times I have sought
I accept, it may seem that I forgot.

2020©DSCoremans

Picture Used Taken: Florida, USA (September, 2008) ©DSCoremans

Villanelle – Starlight

Love is like starlight.
It is unending and enduring;
a guide throughout the darkest night.

Shadow has no chance to fight
Love; a champion defending.
Love is like starlight;

because Love is like the colour white,
a canvas never ending.
A guide throughout the darkest night.

A future looking clear and bright;
the past beyond comprehension
because love is like starlight.

It is blinding and removes our sight
of the things we do not mention.
Yes, Love, is like starlight;
a guide throughout the darkest night.

2020©DSCoremans

Villanelle – Corona

It’s getting scary out there
And no-one seems ready
Will we hoard or will we share

There were warnings we should beware
But most felt they could stand steady
Even though it’s getting scary out there

When is it too late to care
When is the load to lift too heavy
And will we hoard or will we share

Now you leave, only if you dare
Unless stricken down already
It’s getting scary out there

Too much taken to properly prepare
And for a few, too many, has proven deadly
It is getting scary out there
Will we hoard or will we share

2020©DSCoremans

Villanelle – Writing In Hell

I remember writing that villanelle
Walking blind through a well lit room
For I was stuck in my personal Hell

Trying hard to make sure no-one could tell
That the face I wore was a costume
Yes, I remember writing that villanelle

How long has it been since I was well?
My stone left still, unrolled, before my tomb
And I am stuck within my personal Hell

The higher I climbed, the harder I fell
It has been this way since I left the womb
When I first began writing that villanelle

The greater the pain, the less I would yell
Eager instead for silence to resume
I remember writing that villanelle
For I was stuck in my personal Hell

2019©DSCoremans

Villanelle – Man & Wife

He travels through life
On one big adventure
Joined by his future wife

He worries not of life
For of nothing can he be sure
As he travels through life

Full of great advice
And always happy to share
As is his future wife

No one is as nice
As this effortless pair
As they travel through life

Both alleviating strife
For all; for whom they care
As they travel through life
A future man and wife.

2020©DSCoremans

I wrote this for my friend ‘The Traveller’ @dougmcmuffin who is currently travelling the world with his future @emmaangelini. Tuesday was his birthday, and though we are currently continents apart writing this for him brought us a little closer.
I have had the joy of seeing various locations from their travels on their instagram feeds which I encourage you to go check out.

The picture I’ve shared with this poem is of ‘The Traveller’ and his companion and belongs to @emmaangelini.

Villanelle – Drinking Coffee

I like drinking coffee when I’m writing
Not that it necessarily helps me think
That caffeine kick feels much like fighting

But when I wake weary it is exciting
To pour that first full-roasted drink
I like drinking coffee when I’m writing

As the aroma ascends it is inviting
Puling those who sleep towards the brink
That caffeine kick feels more like fighting

There is little in which I take delight in
Into my cup I wish to sink
I like drinking coffee when I’m writing

And slipping under the surface would not be frightening
As to my imagination this is the link
For I like drinking coffee when I’m writing
That caffeine kick feels much like fighting

2020©DSCoremans

Villanelle: A Slave to Pain

The days go on each day is longer
Does nature change or stay the same
On an endless path I slowly wander

Though it should make me stronger
I have become a slave to pain
The days go on each day is longer

Lost once more I turn a corner
Searching for answers instead of blame
On an endless path I slowly wander

When focused I am stricken by sonder
For selfishness is hard to tame
The days go on each day is longer

If not the man; am I the monster
For what is in a nature is in a name
The days go on each day is longer
And on an endless path I slowly wander

2019©DSCoremans

Villanelle – Pause

When did you last press pause?
Did you get the reprieve you required?
Did you overcome your flaws?

Escaping from enormous jaws
Of demons made of fire
When did you last press pause

Did you feel you had just cause
Or did you just feel you were tired?
Did you overcome your flaws?

No one to offer an applause
Or to tell you you’re admired
When did you last press pause?

Is your reason just because
From your work you have retired
When did you last press pause
To try and overcome your flaws?

2020©DSCoremans

Villanelle: Burning Bridges

May the bridges I have burned light the way
My sorrow burning brightly like the sun
May the sky of night turn into day

May the lovers I have spurned walk away
Carefully crossing chasms over which I run
May the bridges I have burned light the way

May the people I have crossed hear what I say
My desire was never to destroy our fun
May the sky of night turn into day

May the people I have lost hear when I pray
For that which is lost may never return
May the bridges I have burned light the way

May I find comfort when I am inclined to lay
Stationary, I am still, for I have not yet begun
May the bridges I have burned light the way
May the sky of night turn into day

 

2019©DSCoremans

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Villanelle: Holding a Child

Does the fear of holding a child reside in others as it does myself

Resisting responsibility to provide protection

An unread book gathering dust on a shelf

 

To never father a child is like an unspent wealth

Yet I am not ready to provide beyond my preservation

Does the fear of holding a child reside in others as it does myself

 

A desire to live; impaired by ill-health

A dream, which becomes a nightmare through repetition

An unread book gathering dust on a shelf

 

A provider that gives by destroying itself

The parent who puts their own needs last in preparation

Does the fear of holding a child reside in others as it does myself

 

Destruction delivered by means of stealth

Is it better to have had and lost in devastation

Does the fear of holding a child reside in others as it does myself

An unread book gathering dust on a shelf. 

 

2019©DSCoremans

 

To see this poem being read, check out my Youtube Channel by following the link: https://youtu.be/RLXDn2Vpcb4

 

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