Here lies no Herschel Victor Lance
Life didn’t give him a chance
He fell into a vat of molten iron
We buried his memory, perchance.
Written July 16, 2022
Long legged Lance
Began to dance
Shedding his purple pants
Ladies screamed from all around
As Lance's pants hit the ground
Ant's Lance cried with resound
I often go there
And not elsewhere,
Because of a winsome musician
And a handsome magician:
The Former crazy about Breathless Prance
The latter in love with Suicidal Lance
Each in shows able to skills enhance …
I understand it all started in France!
Also go there I for A Splendid Asian
Seeking a grand chance
To beat The Smartest Russian
In a Caribbean Dance
While a capacity crowd glance …
Powerful two reasons to be often there
And in other circles rare.
~ pit viper - launches like jack in the box; strikes with deadly precision ~
Date written: 01/16/2022
When one takes Jesus into his heart with the soul dance,
He takes within his or her grasp the Holy Lance.
This Holy Spear speaks to the destiny of the world.
For good or evil, it tells us Gods vision for all of us; boys and girls.
One needs to live it, feel it, love it, grasp it,
Close your eyes and become one with it.
Dripping endless blood of our King of Kings,
Though light as a feather like a dove, wing to wing.
Hoist the Spear of Destiny to the Sun, to the Moon, to the Star!
It will talk to you and tell you what issues are near and far!
More so, it speaks of pure, complete, true, everlasting love,
Of an avalanche of snow, tsunami of water and explosion of flames from above.
Take your Lance of Longinus and marry it with your brothers,
Let your visions heal the wounds of all beggars, sinners and others.
Holy Lance, you touched the emperor who reigns,
Within these 'ten' fingers of mine, release and end the pain!
Wednesday, October 20, 2021
Shouldn’t we readily agree,
Not to it like a decree,
Feeling really very free,
Unlike the under-lock-and-key,
That glances are for lent newspapers,
That shouldn’t in the borrowers hands last?
And to a reader, the foremost of his helpers,
Subduing the passages fast?
Men at the fascinating linger a glance,
But at The Suspicious glances steal,
Like detectives do on any sneaking chance,
With the demand for them damned real,
Every fired momentary glance,
Still a penetrative lance:
The would-have-been-good-enough,
For Prophet Elijah’s finishing off,
By the Baal Worshippers in a war dance,
And about him long begun to prance.
Normal glance: an attention in The Military,
Let alone The Stolen of the Gloomily Solitary,
With a frightful interest in Suicide,
But also appraising the merits of Genocide.
Hatch though glances do the poorest in detail,
Most of their reports rather a retail,
The looker furnishing scant contentment,
His eyes giving a fresh employment:
The longer look of curiosity that wasted the cat,
And demeanor of one who’d soon smell some rat.
Don’t lance it everyone I know begins to sing.
Don’t! Don’t! Don’t! it’s not good idea!~
I lanced it myself last time, and they know it.
They chant the same things as my sister the nurse.
Nurse practitioners and doctors
Whose names and faces I do not remember
Are giving me the lecture
Don’t lance it! Don’t chance it!
Don’t lance it! It is on my right breast and I am tempted.
If the voice comes into my head tonight,
Persisting and insisting, will I go ahead and lance it?
I don’t think so. This time is different.
This time barely touching this cyst brings me a lot of pain.
The last time was different
Weird it is in the same spot though
I take the antibodies they prescribe
And tell them about lancing it myself last time.
The doctor has me repeat the story. I guess he did not believe me?
My sister the nurse says “Did you tell them if they don’t take it out, you will.”
We are on facetime.
I give her our Daddy’s grin.
She laughs and says “you looked just like dad when you smiled.”
I pick up the knife and show it to her, just to rile her up.
It was at first glance.
That I took a chance,
Had whirlwind romance,
And fell for Lance.
Who was from France.
He asked me to Dance,
Then put me in a trance.
Next I started to prance,
A weird circumstance.
He said he did freelance,
And needed a cash advance;
Was it all happenstance;
that he asked about finance?
Alexis Y.
11/20/2020
Lance-Lot
by Michael R. Burch
Preposterous bird!
Inelegant! Absurd!
Until the great & mighty heron
brandishes his fearsome sword.
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With a,
Heigh Ho,
Heigh Ho,
Heigh Ho
In defense of nature we go
Like Night's on Crusade
But i fear we will need
More than seven dwarfs
Unless they are standing on the shoulder of giants
And holding Don Quixote lance
Because we are up against
Our mortal enemy
Hephaestus
There is a guy named lance
who loved to dance
moved to America for his chance
off the molly he had ants in his pants
raves and rants
ecstasy cramps
drunken broken lamps
licking acid stamps
having sex with tramps
stuck in a trance
you see lance was from France
until he took an American stance
getting high off all types of plants
feeling like a champ
getting all amped
until one night he felt his shirt was damp
there was blood coming from his nose
his vision started to close
trance
lance lance wake up lance
he saw a bright light and a voice that said this is your last chance
guess what happened to lance
lance that loved to dance moved his ass back to France.
Pillored and adulterated
Innocence flies away
Fearing to be underrated
In slimy circumstances for too long kept at bay
Until to her dismay
Innocence uncovers the mask
Behind facades that waylay
Every question innocence dares to ask
To establish the veracity
Banished so unfairly to confines
Where the truth plasticity
In the sand draws red lines
Challenging meninges
Whose yardsticks fall by the wayside
The day disturbances in sapience syringes
Opt to defend discredited personal pride.
Lance Out I Strike With Line LICKETY SPLIT GIDDY UP HORSE
L- Lingeringly lively
I- Instants in a jiffy
C- Chop-chop
K- Kwikly plodding
E- Expeditious struck wit whip
Y- Yippee ki-yay, giddy up horsey
04/08/18 2018©
For contest Lickety Split
Sponsored by : Debbie Guzzi
A wonderful fellow was Lance
Always acting with utmost vigilance
By day drove an ambulance
By night stayed home to water his plants
Never expressing much exuberance
Or given to any extravagance
Then one day by the oddest of circumstance
Lance attended a workshop on the topic of finance
Him that is, with two dozen other participants
Who wanted to learn more about grants
The speaker was lecturing with much arrogance
And the topic seemed to lack much relevance
But there she was at the entrance
She had the loveliest stance
And her voice had the warmest resonance
For Lance it was love at first glance
Without hesitation he made his advance
He discovered her name was France
And that they both loved to dance
Instantly they developed a steamy romance
It was only later that Lance learned by chance
All along that meeting was concocted by his two aunts
Both gifted with the power of clairvoyance
Now all are happy Lance has ants in his pants
And his nights no longer lack luster and radiance
AP: 1st place 2021, Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on March 16, 2018
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