Long Lipogram Poems
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Orphan - Outcast
Orphan – outcast –
Cast out on a cold night
Looks through crystal windows
At a gala –
Shut out with a
Stamp of banish
Crimson mark
Pizzicatos of dishonor
Dancing in stains
From
Music’s lyrics
Waltz rhythms
Tangos tintinnabulations;
Now a phantom – but a clarion –
Haunting footprints of inspiration
To slip past spirits – an apparition –
Shadow wraith, always known,
Till midnight’s magic carillon
Summons back orphan ghost,
Still living,
Join this ball –
Samba, tango, rock and roll -
Hand of invitation
Join again royal rollicking.
7-26 -20
Sponsor Emile Pinet
Contest - Lipogram No _'s
Best wishes for you two with blessings’ glow
poured by God with His generous supply
midst love’s kindness in serenity bliss.
With your “I do” bond to live like one flesh*
inside the Lord’s goodness together dwell
exercising kindness for such to thrive.
Upon Christ’s mighty fortress you reside
building home with His presence and power
since His upholding protects from storm blows.
Nurturing both souls beyond couple’s vow
keep esteeming your spouse with fervent respect
exemplifying gentle forgiveness.
Conscious of stress, bringing distress pain
help yourselves to cope, smiting pressure sting
just cling to your grips, tied by God’s promise.
Be blest by the touch of the Sovereign
recognizing His precious endowments
surely they are gifts to cherish indeed.
Now, go with the Providence-direction
multiplying yourselves with children’s kids
nourished by victorious truth, mercy, hope..
*Matthew 19:6 Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.
(This is a Lipogram Poem with no vowel "A" using Tristich in Blank verse form.)
June 11, 2021
1st place, "A Brian Strand July 20" Not Free Verse Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 7/21/2021.
When I woke up this morning, I was feeling mighty fine
But, things started getting fuzzy, at a quarter after nine
So, I sat down in my chair and hoped to end this blight
And though it therapeutic to take this time to write
But I needed inspiration, and the place that I've found best
Was to look down the list of all the poetry contest
Right away I found the one and I knew I had it beat
But as I neared the ending, I found it harder to complete
It was then I called My doctor and told him of my plight
He said that I should see him, and it better be tonight
I shared with him my symptoms and showed him what I wrote
He then produced some paper and prescribed this with a note
" Forget the M.R.I , X-rays, and those CAT scans,
What this patient needs is a rhyming Lipogram"
Who Knew?
Sweltering summer temperatures
and warm sultry summer nights
left me scratching my legs red raw
I hate receiving nasty insect bites
I’d slather bare limbs with cream
that the chemist had given me
Bites are an issue that I live with
itchy red legs are quite unsightly
Every beach dress skims the earth
and I ensure I spray all my skin
But these heartless hungry critters
find a gap and they get stuck in!
I’ve spent all my hard earned cash
yet have been unable find a cure
Why can’t these creepy crawlies
abstain, their bites I can’t endure
A friend suggested that I purchase
a new-fangled electric bug racquet
It zaps the pesky bugs with each swat
and E-Bay didn’t charge me a packet!
The package arrived back in May
with my electric zapper I’m smitten
I’ll carry it with me all summer
I am certain I’ll never get bitten!
Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Letter O has been omitted
Rhyme checked with rhymezone
06/17/21
My heart broken, fragmented and shattered,
you left me suddenly for the unknown;
now, my love and path - just pages scattered,
your soul to another far realm has flown !
Lost, to wander a cruel world forlorn,
my anchor, safe harbor and true north gone;
forever, and ever, ever to mourn,
to recall and weep and weep each new dawn !
Why the Lord took you that day deep shrouded,
we never know the reason for a death;
and now my thoughts are tattered and clouded,
held you to my heart to hear your last breath !
Never to be forgotten my true love,
and can you watch over me from above !
_________________
June 4, 2021
Poetry/Sonnet/Broken Hearted
Copyright Protected, ID 06-136-148-04
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
(The missing letter in my Lipogram poem is "i")
Written for the Premier contest, Lipogram
sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 06/30/2021
Second Place
With nowhere better to go, I nurture home.
Rows of sown seed need me
to sing them to fruition
with the moisture of tender words,
coziness brushing buds
with benevolent thrums.
Following intuition's petition,
pebble stones, thyme whiffs, skipping feet,
flower power spells, and blue bells' ring,
I'm welcomed to the scene:
veggies competing in diversified strides,
flourishing fruit trees with wings it seems,
verdure upstretched to light's extensive dive,
joining birdsong chorus lifts,
with fervent desire to thrive
from life to life like Eden's beginning.
The first ripe cherry flushes
with sun's zingy red depths,
plush with juicy secrets beyond
comprehension's clutch.
I ingest this portion of wisdom
while studying God's living gifts,
with humble recognition,
so much is yet unknown.
Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
"A" omitted.
6/12/2021
Come over here my beloved …
let’s snuggle up together on the old porch swing
to enjoy the glory of the setting sun
whilst listening to wild birds trilling
their sweetest songs
We sit together in complete silence
observing the pretty butterflies
flitting from flower to flower
fluttering their colorful bejeweled wings.
Stripy bumble bees buzz busily
collecting pollen from golden honeysuckle
which climbs over the rickety wicker trellis.
Your fingers seductively brush my thigh,
you give me your ‘knowing smile’
I see the look of love in your blue eyes -
then your lips meet mine.
Enough of seeing the birds plus the bees
you whisper -
it’s time for us to go to bed!
"A" Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
08/27/20
Cunning and tricky for a youth of today
I was a fool to fall for your playful way
I should cut my visit but I don’t know how.
For your furious apology is a startlingly wow.
Quit looking at pink stars with obvious full fair.
You are notoriously vain, this I can share.
I should run from the hills, saving my soul too.
But alas I am prowling and howling joy for you.
Wolf in your mind with dainty magic caravan.
I am your minion, flapping in the sunlight of flair.
Sizzling for your touch, sparkling for you, my man.
My zippy happy magi, luring my soul back to your lair.
Written 7-11-2020
Contest Lipogram
Sponsor Emile Pinet
Never rich, but learned early that if I saved and invested well,
things might turn great and I'd be rich. I'm well aware that dreams will turn nightmarish, but mine came true. In fact, my success is far greater than I had imagined.
Several years back, I acquired an island in the Pacific and built a very large dwelling*. It has everything imaginable and will never need expanding.
Many readers were inspired as they read a full page respecting me in the New York Times Magazine. Nevertheless, this piece isn't dealing with my island and edifice, but with 'free cruises' sailing far away places.
Believe me when I say that a cruise ship enterprise desired granting my wife and me a free cruise. There I was, fast asleep as breath-taking breezes encircled my island. It was just past midday when the enterprise's executive paid me a visit. He came last summer indicating that the gifted cruise will depart in February, '21. My wife and I said, "Certainly, yes indeed, we'd be
elated sailing the Great Pacific.
Nevertheless, by mid December the cruise was canceled respecting laws by the United States. But by April, matters pertaining the pandemic were much better, resulting in a new 'free cruise' gift with the ship departing in early Fall, '21. Yes, I might have appeared ungrateful, but my immediate reply was, "Negative, because there is much uncertainty". Anyway, we have this huge yacht, and there is many a clear day that my wife and I can sail away.
061021PSCtest, Lipogram Poem, Emile Pinet
Alphabet/Vowel "O' is omitted in this poem
*Fiction
Mother, you’ve been gone for twelve months
I write poems upon your desk
The house looks different, you wouldn’t like it
Now I know why you worked and worked to keep it in order
I comprehend why you polished the silver
I believe the dishes should be put up every night
I see why we shouldn’t bring food to our rooms
Mother, we miss you terribly, we love you so
I sit in the living room, I write upon your desk
The couch smells like your perfume
The pictures rest in the closet, I don’t know why
Mother, your voice rings out on the second floor
Now I know why we tidied our rooms in the mornings
I comprehend why schoolwork comes first
I find myself being just like you “pick up your clothes”,” feed the dog”
Mother, how I wish I told you I loved you more often
The house looks different, you wouldn’t like it
Now I know why you worked and worked to keep us in order
Mother, you’ve been gone for so long
I write poems upon your desk
It feels like you’re right here
06/10/2021
Written for Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emilie Pinet
(no letter a)