Long Lapse Poems
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Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk. George MacDonald
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In a world where decay is dominant,
Arctic tundra is melting, and envy is prominent.
Friendship withered away with the lapse of time,
Moon gapes at all facts and truths, concomitant.
We jive in death-cool air and chime,
Where dreams and hopes start to climb.
As though molehills faded into the grass,
Rapture rain has turned into melting rime.
In a place where the sky spills tears of brass,
And the howling winds bestow a deafening bass.
We lingered in the natural ephemeral support,
Behind the murky cloud of the ebbing mass
Our bond, however, was not flexible to contort,
Cyclic in the way that orchestral drums distort.
We carried out a solemn pledge on the floor,
In divine draughts, brambles flood the report.
The Meadow Brook gave us richness galore,
Black valleys where floods shred and roar?
We could not deny such a reservoir of devotion,
As with the wilting branches and dwindling door.
Our bonds faded, plagued by wide demotion,
Secrets below the land, a flurry of blades of notion.
In a world where deterioration prevails supreme,
Time and distance cast a curtain on our emotions.
But even amid such decay, there is a dream,
Darkening and drooping, we creep and esteem.
With the truth that humanity may split and slope,
Crows chirp as they drop twigs and scream.
While passing across acrid rings of mope,
Our ties are fraying. Teach me how to hope.
It shines brightly behind the gloomy overlay,
A dazzling beacon in the depths to grope.
In this universe of inexorable decay,
We acquire courage with each raw day.
With percussive pulses of love and delight,
Our ties will last for a span we cannot deny.
In a world where decay holds its might,
We defy its grasp, shining with an inner light.
Through the drills and tribulations we face,
Whatever embers burn our ego and sight.
Our Nordic God run roughshod by the cynics
Mimics all those skeptics & pundits in pulpits
Sod odd bod critics clinics their unfair optics
Hysterics but Bazball clerics are not yet relics
Despite batting lapse alright collapse specifics
The insult not horrific result of cult’s gimmicks
Got it wrong will still sing same mesmeric song lyrics
Twits witticisms & criticisms taken a toll…troll gits
Shaken has Bazball forsaken its soul..drole misfits
No more stealth or self control just abysmal skits
Dismal death roll rigmarole gambits whole Bazball in bits?
On the dole or run rate wealth in rude health call it quits
Flits their way to play their flair hits as prole media spits
Grandstand Baz Ben stable fable big band brand label fits
Aussies canned.. gawking Larrikin ti*s balking..its the pits
Goal corking victory at the Gabba hoodoo fortress venue
Folks blabber talking of Stokes blokes stalking voodoo
Oz jibber jabber fibber distress as we made history..phew
Yes JuJu mystery temptress played express Yabba Dabba Doo!
Form:
A bandit who thieves with the moon
Finds daylight arrives far too soon
His looting is brash
Despoiling the trash
A boon, what a raccoon leaves strewn ...
Another hides in cynoglossum
Awaiting the scraps 'coonies toss him
Not there to impress
But to clean up the mess
That's why the 'possum's so awesome ...
Should previous-mentioned so lapse
Forsaking debris when night wraps
As morning sun grows
Those early-day crows
Are happy to clean up the scraps!
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Any Animal Or Creature Limerick" Poetry Contest, Charles Messina, Judge & Sponsor.
The forward momentum forevermore,
An effervescent stream of dreams assured,
Of the well deserved former nevermore,
Lapse a fielded laden course neutron star,
Revamp a passage from star map secured,
The forward momentum forevermore,
Recommend Cat's Nebula repertoire,
Best viewing pleasure that one best ventured,
Of the well deserved former nevermore,
All around thank you from this superstar,
Now that is a measure to be endured,
The forward momentum forevermore,
Excuse me, beg my pardon Morning Star,
Craft not built but for the truly matured,
Of the well deserved former nevermore,
It's all keen you being an avatar,
Because we have arrived home reassured,
The forward momentum forevermore,
Of the well deserved former nevermore,
Date: 09/04/2019
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19 x a perfect 10 = 190
alpine peaks
a guitar body
a Colombian sink hole
a waxed surf board
fertile crescent silt
a half cut fig
an asterix
Orion's Belt
sun rise rays rising
Pisa's leaning tower
a rollercoaster zipping down
a dog drooling
Apollo 11 on the pad
an icicle dripping
two pair of eyes staring
cherry topped ice cream dollops
rapid hovering hummingbird wings
time lapse glacial floe flowing
sweat on the brow of Rodin's "Thinker"
Moses' Red Sea parting
me kneeling for forgiveness
a tree knot's sap turning to syrup
an anteater's tongue dipping licking
a poker stoking a fire
a Venus Fly Trap slowly closing
faithfully Old Faithful geysering
steam whistles screaming
London Tower falling down
an O'Keefe's iris sighing in pastel
two cigarette butts
an ashtray asleep
Form:
Just down the road,
Lies the most graceful abode
There where all living souls
Make their destination at the sound of death's calls!
There shall I go as well
The day my aches will no more swell
It is not known as hell
It is simply a world ringing with spiritual bells!
Surely such an abode is known to all
Though its existence some believe has already met with its fall
I cannot pretend to loathe it
For I simply crave for it
I crave to see it,
To walk in it
For an eternal lapse of time
While enjoying the Lord's playful chime!
Just down the road,
You shall find that abode
A place to write a love ode
A place to be in the love mode!
*Image of Shattered Time by dreamstime
Broken Time
Its hands went frozen a warm summer June,
Bought it new when cool though it waned since then,
Days were young and fresh loved e'er so oft loom,
Vivid hues displayed stills toured page again.
Surged wave tickles feet, residual foams,
A swept updraft breaths as white floats thither,
A thoughtless lapse inside watery zones,
Checked, still ticking, stoppage, not a whisper.
An off-Broadway show, we took the backstreet,
Save being noted, the maddening crowd,
Numbers by one less the proper count sheet,
I look, it is time, lifts the curtained shroud.
Crumpled real, keepsake be, not a myth,
My minuteman whose Father Time, kept with.
2019 September 23
*2nd Place*
In the backstreets of my mind
~~Silent One: Judged 2019 September 26
O Winter, please cast your icy shadow
my violet will bloom with passion
let your onslaught freeze her body
when she dares her bold expression.
For my violet is hope's last dew
sturdy she clasps to her tenuous grasp
and bloom she will till her breath commands
till death's requiem goes on a timeless lapse.
Stillness reigns on the frozen earth
but still my violet tames her pain
the icy breeze carries her poetry
whispering till I am renewed again.
My love for her is undying
Spring; and we will unite
violet on orange, will embrace
igniting hues on souls betide.
sorry for the quality, writing after a long time.
With omnivourous appetite,
across the Asian loam
she tiptoes in on felid feet
a coat of rust, fingered deep with sun and heat
not meek, yet gracefully, dripping tar
of black and white which neatly marks her form
With languid movement wild and free
in hunting mode, she prepares her task
with lynx-like eyes, that mirror death
she's one supreme illusionist
Taught by nature to melt in place,
slipping and stalking, lurking while
hiding, leaping, killing prey,
whose lapse, or drowse
will cost the most
It is her task, to pounce in great repose
with practice of her art, composed
She guides me over pathless plains,
where wisps of grass will reach for rain
If once to turn towards camera's eye
I'd capture life before it's gone
The lens will keep forever wild
It knows the cost of what we see
but only fleeting, born to be
so beautiful .... so wild and free
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Submitted for the Contest sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
"Tigers Living Free" 8/18/13
MYSTAKES
Mystakes…Misteaks…Mistakes
made everywhere by everyone;
13. A misjudgment of memory in what was wrote down
3. A errror of sintax in computer coding
6. A falt in a car’s nackered engine
9. A discrepancy in a shop’s cash office readout
11. A problem with line memorisation as an actor perform onstage
8. A slip-up on a drunken night out
2. A inaccuracy of a burette measurement in a science exam
5. A mix-up of paytients in surgery operations
12. A long forgotten deadline for a university assignment
4. A blunder of five hundred doomed men charging into battle in the wrong direction
10. A miscalculation in clockwork chronometry
7. A lapse in concentration as a lunch order is given to the wrong customer in a cafe
14. A misjudgment of memory in what was wrote down
1. A oversight in gramma and speling in a poem
Mystakes made everywhere by
everyone but nobody learns from it.