A Villanelle

I am the bard of Newfound Hope
Where every newborn child’s a friend
Of animal, man, of trees and hope.

There none in darkness need to grope,
The sun to every soul does tend.
I am the bard of Newfound Hope

And misery has but limited scope
Where dwells a Will (that makes it bend)
Of animal, man, of trees and hope;

There lovers love and soon elope
Whose songs go on and do not end.
I am the bard of Newfound Hope

With troubles it’s not hard to cope,
When you know that you are a friend
Of animal, man, of trees and hope.

Since it’s not ruled by king or pope
I fear no sword, no chair or rope.
I am the bard of Newfound Hope
Of animal, man, of trees and hope.

 

Iddeeut

As will be obvious...this "poem" was written in seven minutes. and I've noticed how they're all fourteen lines long...most of them.

My father, he knew how to build a wall.
His father taught him how to make it tall.
Before him his had shown him how to lay,
A brick upon a brick and pass the day.
But I was never taught to build a thing.
So kept myself away and learned to sing
Now Icarus’ fate might be my own,
When finally my phoney wings have flown.
My flight will prove, no matter how much tall,
There is no wall not worth a worthy fall.
And If I break a bone or two that day,
I’ll tell myself at least ‘twas done my way.
And then I’ll chop my wings and have a rest.
Then tell my son his father does know best.