Short Lance Poems
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~ pit viper - launches like jack in the box; strikes with deadly precision ~
Date written: 01/16/2022
Long to ribbon dance
In the deepest of a trance.
I begin to prance
After preparing my lance.
I always aim for next chance.
Cyclist Lance Armstrong
Claimed he did no wrong.
But the seven-time Tour de France winner
Was busted, confessed and became a sinner.
Dancing the words to lance the boil
With grace and style but no toil
Watering the soul’s thirsty soil
Poetry sings the mortal coil
In the dying light
a heron flies to his roost -
night owls hoot
at sunrise heron
waits patiently to lance prey -
night owls sleep
Lisa was tired of being single
she wanted romance and to mingle.
She took a bad chance
with a guy named Lance
who kept her home playing Bingo.
Diamond studded armour
A lance of pale moon light
Mounted on black beauty
Is a night of winter white.
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Written: Feb. 6,2006
She begins to write down her goals
Which included two stripper poles
So, her friends could dance
To the music of Lance
All the way to the Superbowl
While I was doing the salsa dance
I fell onto a guy name Lance
We twisted and we turned
The floor started to burn
Caught fire, then started to prance
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
Lisa was tired of getting no calls
from Joes, Ethans, Toms, Randalls, and Pauls.
She took a bad chance
with a guy named Lance
who turned out to be lacking his balls.
Cut the cancer,
Lance the boil,
Oil the rash,
Gash the unnatural growths
Inside your soul.
And splash on sentiment, afterward:
Cheap antiseptic, but it won’t sting.
I once had a geeky friend named Lance
Whose sex life never had a chance
We went to a strip club
Where a gal said, “Hey bub”
He yelled, “Alright, my first lap-top dance!”
Liaison courtship of a Sir Lance a lot;
Spinning mixed messages spins out;
What about?
Love, what's life;
8/10 /21
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr
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
Have a great birthday, Brother Lance,
All things on earth were considered;
The world was well made on balance,
The voice of the nature was heard.
Topic: Birthday of Lance Briones (March 14)
There once was a king cobra called Lance,
Who heard music and went in a trance.
People thought he was asleep,
As his thoughts were so deep.
Then he reared up and lunged for their pants.
Jack Horne for Dr Ram's Music and Meditation
A single dance,
Can lead to a special glance,
Between two people.
But will they jump at the chance,
To have a true romance?
Or will the wicked past,
Lance everything that could be true?
It is all up to you!
Will you know what to do?
how it is on the floor of dance,
the touching feeling sweet romance,
disturbing of the slumbering lance,
will he go too far this time,
perchance,
the question keeps arising...
Don Johnson
re : "A Risque Ballroom Dance" Anne Currin
I dreamt a great knight was jousting for me
His lance tossed the opponent from his steed
In great joy I reveled
But soon felt dissheveled
When mask was lifted, Nancy Pelosi!
*Political Nightmare for John's Contest
There was a very handsome guy named Lance
He was born in a small town in south France
Happened to be a fake
Needs to jump in the lake
Sold timeshares, but needed cash advance
Alexis Y.
11/21/2020
peals the bell of sweetest sweet romance,
Where Mystic Rose begins to memorise the dance,
where love was sweetest ever known,
where passion was mesmerised and overthrown,
by the mystic wielder of the lance,
suggestive in its very overtone...
Don
"Streams of Silence"
quiet thoughts suspended in dramatic dance
evading sounds of audible utterance lost in trance
sharply thrusting deeply felt as a lovers lance.
*For Black Eyed Susan's Silence Contest.
*August 12, 2012.
Woody Woodpecker happily pecks in his tree-house decent,
mean landlady Meany evicts him, for he doesn’t pay the rent.
So, he plans his antics, stops real estate to sprawl in his forest,
tricks Lance, the harassed lawyer, to gift him a new tree-nest.
drifting past the isle
on sapphire seas like warm silk
my heart dreams of you
moonfaced in rapture roiling
your nether world edged onyx
part the limbs of land
breech the shores of lunar orbs
rest the lance dear one
upon the sole opal pearl
climax with earthly delight