Long Lipogram Poems
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You may think that writing
is dysfunctional-
to script a thought not using
that sign of ABCs post-D.
This art that's built of words
is inspiration-bound;
finding worthy, optional picks
not sounding lordly.
It is most frustrating
to omit that sign-
manipulating, controlling
word forms in a satisfying way.
Committing to construction-
painfully choosing-
discarding- to find again-
class vocabulary to display.
A Lipogram can truly stump
a sharp, rhapsodic mind.
But, constancy can always win-
by solution found in kind.
January 23, 2023
Contest: Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Rules: Do Not Use The Letter E
Checked with PS Grammar
Rhyme Zone
My shoes long worn out now got torn,
Within it rough, rude pebbles meet;
Pricking, poking in some stern tone
Knit-bit of my venturing feet …
Needle-like long pin-pointed thorns,
Pierced my now-dirty, ripped outfit;
Prodding every nerve, muscle, bones,
Thus tempting to stop my pursuit…
Horrifying rough rocky grills,
Frightening densely dim forests;
Mystery-like messy mole-hills,
Terrifying combs of hornets...
Sitting there leisurely, surely,
I tried removing one by one;
I could not do so much, purely,
It needed works perfectly done...
Thus, when I completed my course,
My friends, neighbors, even others;
Ignored me like some evil force,
Or like no one's dog, none bothers...
'Why such futile works he digs up?
Is his life not well endowed too?
When he needs to humbly give up,
Why does he cling to whims new?'
Let the world possess its outlook,
Let it move in its trodden routes;
Its grim conducts I do unhook,
I define the routes of my roots…
03 June 2021
(Vowel a omitted)
Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
(Sonnet / Lipogram) No letter "A"
Blooming buds dispersing sundry perfumes
Mellifluous tunes of ebullient birds
Butterflies come out of their cosy rooms
Soft verdure on verges nibbled by herds
Burbling brooks run under the bulbous dome
Modest cloud-cover with blowing soft wind
Gentle showers dripping down on the brome
The spring's resurgence delights every mind
Pristine life sprouts from the womb of the turf
Your comforting presence nurtures new life
Soft shoots burgeons out of the tough scurf
The joy of Zion unrolled without strife
Spring, the queen of spells on the wheel of time,
Poets cherished their thoughts in its prime clime.
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)
In fretful sleep I weightlessly drifted
hours beyond the sun's cosmic dominion
where I perceived the entire world shifted
ten degrees off course, in my opinion
I glimpsed violet glimmers of twilight
while I seemed to be suspended in time
Clocks ticked in synchrony during the night
Whispered words were uttered in perfect rhyme
High flowed the tide of moonlight's procuring
as I wrestled the sheets for serenity of sleep
I tossed and turned, while tiresomely enduring
the unyielding baas and mehs of leaping sheep
I surrendered, then tumbled from my bed
with listless body. My eyes, bloodshot red
September 12, 2020
A Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Stuck in a burrow dug in fallow land of dismissal,
l don’t know what in notion foundation of thing
humans with insight think as art of living,
conspicuous within sanctuary of soul.
Survival fight throws sordid living into dark abyss,
rupturing frail scaffold of my transitory tomorrow,
shards thrown in ruins of dismal instants,
I can’t run away from sucking chasm.
Failing to find way of flight I try to light lamp of aim,
and light up ambiguous last strip of dark path,
survival instinct within gloomy nook of my mind
prompts to crawl calmly to doorsill of coming days.
As vivacious today surmounts spasm of agony,
turning living spirit into a flash in dark night,
and at dawn into chromatic rays of rising sun,
limits of blissful soul surpass bounds of infinity.
_______________
January 14, 2023
Letter omitted : E
Contest : Lipogram
Sponsored by : Emile Pinet
Prestigious Emile Pinet
Sponsor, I'm writing to let you know
I will not be entering your Contest
- Why do you feel you should judge my work?
I possess the pretty form of cotton fluff clouds
whispy pink serenity of sunset splendour
My fingers hold unending pencil of enduring strength
On my feet, shoes of pure gold
Everywhere I go, people bow to honour my keen skill
Word sequencing pumps in my blood
Gifted quill spills ink invincible!
If you don't know, the sheer bulk of poems
exist inferior to my superb unique style
Without doubt, my writing is too good
to be seen in your mediocre list!
Just for reinforcement, - here is my one hundred
percent pledge to refuse your offer
I will not submit work for your pitiful Contest
Now Sponsor, I must go, confining your scope
to those dull dim entries coming soon
My jittered limbed urge implores my continued
drinking of copious cups of coffee to fuel
my incredible hot ripe mind in streets of genius
Kind Wishes, politely declining
Contest: A Lipogram
Sponsor : Emile Pinet
29th August 2020
Surging storm splitting apart the falling sky
blows with harrowing fury through static mind,
flaring wrath burns akin to blazing badland bush,
scorching dry soul to a stack of still ash.
Sky would go up high again, construct clouds,
adrift from fading ruins of missing horizon,
dissolving painful mind constantly dripping
slant drops of pouring rain of dismal sorrow.
In squally gust clumps of cloud drift away far,
as shining stars glow bright in moonlit glossy sky,
through radiant air satin surf of stardust wafts,
making in my mind an aura of astral glow.
On topography of soul brook of jubilation flows,
satiating my thirsty spirit, and I would want it
to always drink ambrosia of joy without hiatus,
and sail on winds of rhapsody to bay of bliss.
(Letter E has not been used in the poem)
July 14, 2020
Received N/A in Contest : Lipogram Poem (Judged July 27, 2020)
August 10, 2020
Contest : N-A Rerun 10
Sponsor : John Hamilton
In the term of birth, fields begin to mend.
Tough soil softens in tones of brown umber,
Insects wriggle to rejoice winter's end.
Spiders spin webs, rising from their slumber.
Virgin trees rock gently in morning breeze,
yellow snowdrops greet tulips with bluebells.
Fresh flowers entice butterflies with bees,
seducing senses through hypnotic spells.
Sweet chorus of robins, trills through blue sky.
Their songs echo in golden morning hues.
Clouds hover in puffs of ivory dye.
Sun glows, inspiring my poetic muse.
Cherry blossoms look so perfect in pink
but their brief life, ponders the mind to think.
Ballet for Vowels
No eyes watch the vowel’s ballet
A masquerade dance for a, e, o or u
Graceful jettes, a happy heart chasses
To celebrate words for entrechat tendu.
Devant at the door an outcast of pas de deux
Begs for entrance to the ball ouvert -
As measured pas de chat leap on a terre blue
Waltz melody coupes the sad allegro heart.
Unseen the small graceful slender shape
Wears echappe dot for a hat
Ecarte and alone to speak of penche
All dressed up – ready to arabesque
Common dancers e, o, u and a eleve
Need new eyes to speak in releve!
Arabesque – a leap
A Terre – movement on the floor
Chasses – to chase
Coupe – to cut
Devant – in front of
Ecart - separated
Echapee o –escaped
Eleve – look up
Entrechat – weave
Jette – a leap
Ouvert – open
Pas de chat – leap like a cat
Pas de deux – a solo dance with two people
Penche – longing, inclination
Releve – Rise up
Tendu – stretch
Born out of twelve + years of dancing
6-8-21
Contest: Lipogram
Sponsor: Emile Pinet