Best Hance Poems
Along ta derry ga de hance
‘til dawn we sit, amid, astance.
And once the full moon rises on’t
Da mid awhorl doth all we want.
But soon ta blacken brot a gri,
wit stil da crackon akabree--
And once t’gin ta ram da moot
Dow noland farce th’ wil ka soot!
A packa shoon curl tabard sheath
And when we drather forka beeth,
Is wan ‘taback the cabbarth shoe
Around about will strike the moon.
The will soon eddy wine dak crown,
To ramble on the turtle drown.
We pounce upon the blackened brot
‘twas crackon gole th’ trei be shot!
Each subsequent process of cell division
i.e. mitosis sans biological parlance
erodes chromosomal cap re: telomere if u can envision
some juncture senescence prevails –
apoptosis no chance to prevent natural degradation
and one alternate decision opting to bail out
subsequent etching chronological age –
averse at a glance to mortal male, who decries death breed’s frisson.
Thus disallowing healthy end of life discussion
once tutu shed rescinding plenti more figurative song and dance routines
final curtain call closes existence, where grim reaper jeers with derision
at attempts to thwart cessation of mortality,
whereby scientists seek to en-hance longevity –
even exhuming the dead (or thawing deceased
from suspended animation) and experimenting
with nonanesthetic induced incision.
To rewind expired meter fostering demise after staying alive –
with lance a lot chock full of chemical concoctions (hatched at round table)
to revive corpse as ultimate mission.
Yet, any effort to transcend genetic bulwark engendered
from bulge in pants (that initially unleashes biological reproduction
viz zit head via seminal swimmer in tandem with merging ova)
based on advantageous coupling favored position,
ought not be tampered with
lest havoc t’will rent asunder ranting rabid quest per final course
since egg versus chic hen ala kin collision.
Inscribed within DNA blueprint from extinct cousins of uncles and aunts
prepping monster to burst from Ray Kurzweil laboratory
whereby to halt recalcitrant son or daughter spanning cradle to grave
invariably yields zombie, spells monstrous FRUITION!
frankly zapped after wildly oscillating
in tandem with seven bobble heads and ten French horns)
a devilish trumpeting event
by pre-Christian Celtic festival standards
with a “proto” Don twick or tweeting
like a Taj Mahal wonder of webbed, wide world scout
Samhain celebrated on nightfall of October 31
for bachanalia, candy corn, dreaded locks tot tout.
Now, the Celts I met lived 2,000 years ago
in the area now Ireland,
the United Kingdom and northern France,
believed that the dead,
cuz the underworld could not tolerate nor find stand
ding room, thus returned to earth on Samhain –
accessing a outdated map drawn by Rand McNally.
Though all roads leading to Rome,
would be millenniums as future did advance
but (mentioned for no particular rhyme nor reason)
only for discordant anachronism
Lewis Carroll took a tumble,
and neither fat nor slim chance,
would never find him completing Alice in Wonderland,
cuz quite an expanse
of centuries extant between his accidental slip
somewhere back in time at a glance
hence, he befell the same fate,
how Alice would never en hance
her life, yet the first stanza hailed
as powerful punch from grunting naked tribesman
with armstrong brandishing big lance
which phallic symbol extolled bare necessity,
and no need to wear seer sucker pants
even when inaugurating the ritual, including the verse
..."The time has come," the Walrus said
"To talk of ma ny things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."...
set the listeners in a trance
emptying coffers of bipedal feral simians to add vance
this yearly practice filling rucksacks
with berries, carrion and twigs.
Whether ya favor Golem, Hobgoblins, or Dybyk,
take pause buffer ja pour out massed goodies heck
enjoy satiating yar sweet tooth while still able to lick
every morsel of junk food afterwards a tooth pick
might be necessary to remove gobs that didst stick
analogous to tallow melted from candle wick.
I
Arose a rainbow from relinquis'd fiend,
And shines the scarlet where dyes erased,
Storms the tempest here as it was its grind:
Thus hidden is, no scour at which will rais'd.
II
And in vain I'll ask which pain I'll lose,
in the silent valley of ceased mourn,
where are the sorrows all one froze
and side the shadows a single urn.
III
Burns an hermit sun the geason land,
Through a nocturne hem of flame:
worns the holy heaven low in sand,
while the fatal course to pathless frame. ?
IV
Are you my vestiges enclos'd? I lorn;
while o'er the farewell sunrises hance;
and they are being bend'd in a turn:
it stares at those, whose eye is stance.
V
Ancient the faith, the offerings and lare,
Eternal slaves are them, a grave's realm;
The burial is the comet, and Death a star;
And clear the prophets sing a gaudy salm.
VI
Is blessed Soul, for life in strides is spent;
Elect thy road, man!, as you could not-
Thou never ride the course or hent;
But ever thou will shed thy root.
I LOVE YOU
I MISS YOU
I WANT YOU
I NEED YOU
I AM WITING FOR YOU
I AM READY FOR YOU
I AM WILLING TO BE WITH YOU
I AM LOOKING FOR YOU
SO LE ME GO FOR YOU
GIVE ME A HANCE JUST FOR YOU
FEELS GOOD DOING HINGS FOR YOU
I AM THE BEST FOR YOU
A POEM FOR YOU
I JUST GOT INSPIRATION JUST FOR YOU
V- ery well we all know,
I-t's the day quickly passing by;
S-o take every opportunity
I-n soaring toward the sky.
T-he end of the world
A-s we know is so near;
C-hance that we must take
I-s so important and dear.
O-ne thing we must learn from time that's flying fast;
N-o moment to be wasted for hours don't really last.
C-hances that are wasted
A-re not coming back;
N-ovember third morn
D-evil continues to
A-ttack.
P-repare for the rugged race,
A-im to cast the doubt;
M-ake it to the finish line,
A-s time is running out.
R-ight time for salvation
I-s now and not later;
C-hance one must not waste
H-as a promise of forever.
I-n twenty-first November, now is the right time;
E-vening rain has disappeared, the weather is sublime.
M-oment to shine is now,
A-fter the night is gone;
Y-es, twilight passes by, for the break of dawn.
B-ecause the morrow is yet to come,
U-nless it fulfills the unbroken vow;
L-et not your life tarry,
A-s the right time is
N-ow.
[first stanza for Planet contest]
Martians, they don’t live here
Even astronauts keep clear
Residing though in darkest places
Charred: the eyebrows on their faces
Up from underground they creep
Resembling small asbestos sheep
Yikes they bleat at red hot feet
*
Meat and veg are not prolific
Eat it if it’s calorific
Roast Mercurian rat... horrific
Chance a glance and risk the heat
Usually, not much to eat
Rare, the morsel overlooked
Yet what there is... is over cooked
***
Many miles through space to Venus
Earth is far more space between us
Risk those Martians haven’t seen us
Cruise by Jupiter and Saturn
Uranus ain't what you’re sat on
Rush past Neptune on to Pluto
Yup, a planet... shows what you know
E-vening shadows disappear,
D-awn has denied the night;
U-mbra and the dark dusk
A-re gone, so does the twilight.
R-ise of the morning sun
D-elights the day of your birth;
O-ne crimson sky above allows you to enjoy the mirth.
V-ile weather has just ended,
E-ighteenth dawn in February;
R-aindrops and chill are brought
T-o just a past memory.
U-se this good opportunity,
C-hance of a lifetime indeed;
I-n God Almighty you trust,
O-r hope for His promise to succeed.
J-ust
U-se
A-nother
N-ew
C-hance
H-aving
O-btained
E-arly
B-lessing
I-n
D-ivine
O-pportunity
Topic: Birthday of Juancho Ebido (May 27)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-ust don't throw it out the window,
E-ven though you're in trouble;
S-tay calm, firm, and patient,
S-oothe your mind, heart, and soul.
I-t's a new lease on life,
C-hance given by the Almighty;
A-llow it not to be wasted, let it instead bring you to glory.
A-n opportunity knocks but once,
P-repare to unlock the door;
O-pen it to welcome the gift,
S-tay away from wrong or error.
T-uesday tenth of October,
O-bliterate the pain and sorrow;
L-et your life embrace the grace, don't throw it out the window.
E-xpect
L-ife
I-n
Z-enith
A-iming
A-t
S-uccess
U-ntil
N-ext
C-hance
I-s
O-btained
N-icely
Topic: Birthday of Eliza Asuncion (February 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-ust
O-vercome
A-nother
N-ew
C-hallenge
O-nce
N-ice
C-hance
E-merges
P-ositively
C-ounting
I-n
O-utstanding
N-ecessity
Topic: Birthday of Joan R. Concepcion (May 21)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
A-lmost not knocking twice,
L-ittle chance hides in the dark;
E-xtraordinary thing is necessary,
X-factor is needed to walk in the park.
C-hance knocks only once,
A-t the door of forever;
S-imply grab the opportunity,
T-wenty-first morn October.
I-n the window of hope
L-ies the ray from sunrise;
L-et your hand hold the moment,
O-pportunity seldom knocks twice.
L-ast chance of a lifetime
H-as come from the sky;
I-t's the right to serve God,
N-ever close your either
E-ye.
C-hance of a lifetime
A-ims to show you the way;
T-he fourth of November
A-llows the truth to say.
Y-earn to zealously make
T-he moment to live sublime;
A-s you have the opportunity,
Y-our chance of a lifetime.