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Very Villanelle
Yeah, so "Villano" means "rustic" in Italian and so a 16th Century Italian unaccompanied song was called a "Villanella" (it was rustic).
Then the French borrowed the word and made it into "Villanelle" (it sounds French-er) for a poetry form they developed.
That's about it (look up the rest yourself if you want).
Firefly
I stand outside and watch the sky,
Hoping, wishing that I'll see,
The most elusive firefly.
It may or may not flutter by,
Waiting here beneath this tree,
I stand outside and watch the sky.
I don't know how--I don't know why,
God lights up this little bee,
Her most elusive firefly.
Perhaps to make us laugh or cry
At nature's joy--A show for free!
I stand outside and watch the sky.
I start to sing and heave a sigh,
There's one, there's two--my god, there's three!
The most elusive firefly!
Like stars! But look how low they fly!
It's like they're shining just for me.
I'll always stand and watch the skies.
For most elusive fireflies.
G. Bennett Ulrich
2003
Heart Race
A walk with her can race my heart
So why is it she sees it not
What steps are there to make a start?
Jump her bones? Would that be smart?
I have some nerve, but not a lot
(Short walks with her can race my heart).
Perhaps I should devise a chart
Or list what qualities I've got
Such steps as these could make a start.
Then she might say "let's never part."
And show me to her secret spot
A walk like that would race my heart!
A lover's feast served a la carte,
With dishes steamed and piping hot.
These are the steps to make a start.
For such a banquet is an art,
Do it wrong--you ain't got squat.
Do it right--be still your heart.
So use these steps and make your start.
G. Bennett Ulrich
2003
My Princess
To see my Princess from afar
As she drives by in royal state
Perched within her golden car
Brings to mind a shining star
Captured in a gilded crate
I spy my Princess from afar
In jeweled coach upon the tar
A regal road her earthly fate
Trapped within her golden car
A sheltered life--oh, how bizarre!
I dream of ways we could relate
Though glimpse my Princess from afar.
To one as she I am sub-par
My soul is bleak, while hers is great
Alone within her golden car
If she would but leave the door ajar
I swear I would not hesitate
To join my Princess from afar
Reclining in her golden car.
G. Bennett Ulrich
2003