Lance Poems - Poems about Lance

Herschel Victor Lance

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

Lance Lost Pants

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

Why I Often Go There

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

Fer-De-Lance

~ pit viper - launches like jack in the box; strikes with deadly precision ~






Date written: 01/16/2022

Lance Defeats the Matriarchy, Part Iii

...The outcome of this didn't come overnight,
but soon folks noticed an increase in fights,
a spate of new inventions, new and improved,
flush of music and literature new.

A jump in the birth rate as alpha males
resumed their eternal chase for fresh tail,
and women hungering for just such guys,
it took the authorities by surprise.

And as with Covid, they

Lance Defeats the Matriarchy, Part Ii

...It took several weeks, but he quickly found
a strange chemical to the water bound,
clearly synthetic, so he went online,
was astonished by what he didn’t find.

There was no mention of such chemistry,
no reports or formulas did he see,
expect for theories from people called mad,
the prickly people, who thought like his dad.

They’d speak of such things, and

Lance Defeats the Matriarchy, Part I

The endless fight seemed to come to an end,
the toxic nature beaten out of men
by lessons taught, and pressure from above,
the masculine had surrendered to love.

The action movie, no more to be seen,
the bars and classrooms, ordered and serene,
people declared that it was a new age,
but to Lance Michaels, this seemed rather strange.

See Lance Michaels,

Holy Lance

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

Glances

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

Do Not Lance That Cyst

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

Lancelot Aka- Lance

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

Lance-Lot
by Michael R. Burch

Preposterous bird!
Inelegant! Absurd!

Until the great & mighty heron
brandishes his fearsome sword.

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Nature Ho Ho Ho Don Quixote Lance

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

Lance Was a Drifter

Lance was a drifter, a gypsy, a loner, a lone wolf. Proud of it.
Not a highway man, not a flim-flam man, but a man who had traveled and knew things.
He had never settled down.
Or so he thought.
Until he met Lucy.
He recognized her instantly.
A blue-eyed, dark-haired gal with a personality that preceded her into nightclubs.
She had

Lance D Mcintosh-A Dedication To a Great Artist-

love your art
love your heart
dear, dear friend
you do impart, I am so sorry
I missed you in adulthood
May your craft and legacy
Light (engulf and light up heaven)
Lance
Mcintosh
He who had heart
wapenda sanaa yako
wapende moyo wako
mpendwa, rafiki mpendwa
wewe hutoa, mimi ni sorry sana
Nilikukosa katika uzima
Fanya hila yako na lagacy
Mwanga
Lance
Kidogo

A child and teenage friend
Whom should not have left this

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