Long Lancet Poems
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“Fathomless faith gets divine blessings to rise from the entrapping evil marsh” – Quote by Poet
On squalid quicksand you walked obsessed and weary,
gripped by the demons of sin as vicious as they could be,
sank in the destined depth of abhorrent abyss of bane,
wrapped within the despicable layers of livid disdain.
The lancet of immorality lacerated the ethical essence,
you had long tried in vain to protect within sane sense.
The grave for the soul slain by the stab of sordid sin,
you had dug contrite in the ground of anguish within.
As divine awareness ignited the candle of hope in you,
you perceived revived the conscience got kindled anew,
and lighted up the dark alley of introspection inherent,
you reached the self-illumined horizon of discernment.
With your being cleansed of the depraved turpitude slime
by the allusion of self-absorbed sense of sagacity prime,
at the lit fringe of life you see the shadow of the time still
when you were entrapped within the quagmire of evil.
Intolerance weaves threads of hatred
in the fabric of our scary times,
innocent blood is shed in madness,
fanaticism spreads like wild fire,
life is splintered by lancet of chaos
into disposable debris uncared,
in the psychic grip of insolent stress
the fostered relationships crash.
Before the world order collapses
I ardently wish the times change,
war-tanks become pianos,
guns form harmonic flutes,
deadly arsenals turn harps,
mercenaries become violins,
and they all perform the symphony
of peace and universal brotherhood.
Before the hourglass breaks,
let the essence of times change,
thorns of contempt turn into flowers,
cactus of hatred into branch of olive,
crooked minds morph into alchemists,
and make the golden strands
that will create the garlands,
intertwining all of us with love.
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June 8, 2022
Contest : If Only My Wish Would Come Ture
Sponsored by : Anoucheka Gangabissoon
The cascading contours of the verdant mountain slope
hold me, an upstanding cone of jade coniferous pine,
gilded in gold soaked from the swathe of snow,
turned to mirror flakes by the sun of dawn.
Cinnabar glaze I get from crimson cloud passing
through the twilight gleam to the fiery horizon’s fold.
As the polar wind lancet abrades the frozen topography,
my senses shiver in the winter chill on the tips of needles.
The shroud of silence falls with the drizzle of still night,
the cerulean stardust shines on my silken visage,
shimmering in my dream to slice the misty air,
and soar in the satin sky to touch the stars.
The reverie comes true some other time,
when in festival of joy to a far-off place I go
as the Christmas tree crowned by sapphire stars.
My desire to be with stars is fulfilled in Christmas time
One mystic blue night dead still,
I’ll steal the silver full moon,
break it into sharp shards,
and stow them in the backyard
under the shadow of the creepy cloud.
The dark devils will enter with fiend
my anguished heart beating vengeance,
hit hard by the moonless dreary darkness,
and make my boiling enraged blood
turn into lacerating incisive lancet.
The sinister scarlet elixir in my veins
the night will drink like wine,
the shining sequined full moon lost,
it’ll make a black one hollow,
darker than the dread of doomsday.
When the impious wolves will slash
the neck of the frozen stillness,
their ominous bark in the chilled air
will shred the nocturnal chastity, it's time
for moon plucking from sordid shadow.
They cunningly ensnare in an instant
the naive malleable minds unaware,
skillfully wrap with mute trance
the innocent hearts trapped
in the travesty tangle of love.
I’ll slit open their deceitful throats,
slice the reveling saccharine lips
with the harvested sickle moon.
the incisive December winds blow with lancet chill of the arctic cold
through the snow-laden boughs of the defoliated trees, frozen long
in dementia down to the roots, forget once they have been green,
nesting the summer birds, all disappeared in some unknown verdant
pastures beyond the misty horizon from where driving the drifting
cloud clumps the northern zephyr comes whistling and playing in the
winter flute the carol tunes implying Christmas is in the air where my
mind that floats like the feathers of the departed far-away birds in
the ether of joy, filling my heart’s cornucopia with the memorable
moments of the happy times, I’ll share with you all, so from the edge
of the fading year when the new sun will rise with our hearts filled
with hope and bliss we shall embark on another journey on the garden
path, at the end of which
the splendor of dew
shines on bronzed grass of meadow
future green canvas
December 14, 2019
Contest : December Or January Haibun
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger
Thoroughly thoroughly wash wash hands with soap and water
Getting out all the equipment..like a hospital operating room
Cleaning hands by using alcohol..could I get drunk from this
Get out clean lancet looks like a short very short arrow
Place new lancet in lancer..thank you for the invention
Open test strip..man this little thing cost so much
Place in the meter..modern technology
Use alcohol again on chosen finger..is MRSA lurking there
Lance finger Oh! Ouch!
Force blood drop if it doesn't come instantly
Let blood go up into strip
Wait and see if ate properly yesterday
Wonder is the sugar surplus destroying
Eyes, nerves, blood vessels, arteries, life
Form:
An immortal time traveler,
I visit placid planets and shining stars
across the inter-stellar space
in the timeless continuum.
I’ve visited many times in disguise
the unique blue planet,
thriving with vibrant earthly life.
There, in the distant past eons ago,
I cherished the flow of geniality air.
On its affable wings
I could freely fly like a bird
across the span of the azure sky
to the horizon of lilting lands,
soar alongside of the floating flock
in the warm space of conviviality.
It was the chromatic time then,
when in the vibes of vibgyor dawn,
tinged by the spectral sunbeam,
I could see the friendly throng
in the breeze-braced plateau,
singing together the spring song
of unrestrained intimacy.
In my final visit now,
I see the shadow of lurking desolation
creep menacingly close unhindered,
turning the earth’s corners into cages.
The confined spirits plunging in lone abysses
stagnate within gripping isolation.
Intolerance weaves threads of hatred
in the fabric of the scary times.
Innocent blood is shed in madness,
fanaticism spreads like wild fire.
Life is splintered by the lancet of chaos
into disposable debris uncared.
In the psychic grip of insolent stress
the fostered relationships crash.
Before the world order collapses
I ardently wish the times change.
The war-tanks become pianos,
guns transform into harmonic flutes,
deadly arsenals turn harps,
mercenaries become violins.
They all perform the symphony
of peace and universal brotherhood.
Before the hourglass breaks,
let the essence of times change.
The thorns of contempt turn into flowers,
cactus of hatred changes to olive branch.
Let the crooked minds morph into alchemists,
make golden strands from rusted fence wire
that will create the garlands,
intertwine the humankind with love.
( Cancer as well as the treatment for it take a terrible toll on the afflicted. At the end of the day either or both of them have a debilitating effect. Often, it is the battle field of the body which has to rise above itself to come out a winner)
The battle lines are clearly drawn
Armies arrayed in fighting forms
Caduceus with wings, serpents and staff
The Rampaging, unruly, hordes, which teem.
Lancet, venom, and piercing rays
Cut, poison, burn body and soul
Devastating, scorching all in their path
The vile corruption to eliminate.
Yet in this war the one who's lost
Is not the Asclepian might
Nor the vile, evil minions of the Crab
But the frail field of human flesh and mind.
Fertile fields full fallow laid waste
The loser none but afflicted man
His life, his joy cut short, cruelly maimed
Sad victim of Caduceus and Crab.
But there be some tenacious fields
Which fight and rise and bloom once more
To lead a life more complete than before
Their war - won with indomitable will!
“Winter of despair grips the fallow mind,
as lancet wind of desolation slices solace,
the song of sad bird freezes in silence”- by poet
In the frame of the reclined verdant bough,
opulent with the fine filigree of emerald foliage,
a delicate design I made with love-laced twigs
for the nest of my adoring desire,
I weaved with the finesse of fervor.
On the wings of winter wafting in polar wind,
the wilted leaves of my longing
blew away rustling to the realm of nowhere.
Dismal in my frosted nest on the skeletal tree,
I counted in heartbeat the footsteps of twilight.
My yearning turned into glacial embrace,
you escaped from the fold of frozen love,
flew away far to the sun soaked sky.
Desolate in freezing darkness of the arctic nest,
I live in memory with the frozen feather you left.
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February 17, 2023
Theme chosen : Frozen
Contest : Writing Challenge - F Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
SATURATED IN SOLITUDE
The solitary moon moves slow across the still sky
Sprinkles silver dust on the seizing elixir of solitude
I drink to the dregs as the fluid time passes me by
My voice speechless in somber stillness, I know why
The trance of clutching aloneness makes me mute.
Silence soaks within, saturates my mind with serenity
This is what an insular life languished would long to be
Lancet sense of solitary self splits my sole identity
In the void of loneliness I discover my dormant duality
At the silent inner depth I hear me talk with me.
Written : April 14, 2018
April 22, 2020
Contest : Strand Pick B, Any Theme, Any Form
Sponsor : Brian Strand