I've made a change! For this poetry posting, the first poem will be the one that is of the more salacious nature, as the second has heavier themes and I'd rather not force one of you to read it, should it be a topic you're uncomfortable with. 

There's a repeating structural theme in the two poems for this posting. A villanelle is a poem consisting of nineteen verses (five tercets, or stanzas of three verses each) and a quatrain at the end. The rhyme scheme is a confusing A1bA2 abA1 abA2 abA1 abA2 abA1A2, in which A1 and A2 are refrains that are repeated throughout the poem. Thankfully, that's as complicated as it gets.


Tireless Tiger
Stretching and squirming and sat on my knot /
I drive myself deeper, he roars as I rut /
That tireless tiger coils tighter and taut / 

At the bar boozing I slavishly sought /
A kindred companion, a match for this mutt /
Stretching and squirming and sat on my knot /

A few dogged drinks for him have been bought /
His paw on my pouch, and mine on his butt /
That tireless tiger coils tighter and taut / 

Later we're lurid and striking his spot /
I punish and pound him, for that he's a glut /
Stretching and squirming and sat on my knot /

He rumbles, I howl, to all in earshot /
He delights in displaying his status of slut /
That tireless tiger coils tighter and taut / 

Eagerly so, to the edge he's been brought /
I feel myself empty deep into his gut /
Stretching and squirming and sat on my knot /
That tireless tiger coils tighter and taut.


Below is a rondeau of the shortest form possible (eight verses), which is addressed towards those who feel like they're at the end of their rope. It seems cliché, but for many, these are trying times. People are hurting, and deeply so; yet we don't notice. There are those who feel as though they've been wounded and have been slowly dying for years, but they manage to hide how crushing and how destructive that wound is. I implore each and every one of you to reach out to those you care about, as by the time their distress becomes obvious, things often have already festered. Offer them help, offer them support; and no matter what, offer your ear, so as to give them a voice.


This is a warning /
Please don't read below this point /
If it's not your speed.


Your Darkest Hour
In times of need, your darkest hour,
Please look around; you're not alone. 
While all may seem out of your power,
In times of need, your darkest hour, 
When all your hopes dread does devour, 
When your defeat seems set in stone,
In times of need, your darkest hour,
Please look around; you're not alone.

-Charles Michael Averin