Short Lances Poems

Icicle candles
sinuous laser lances
chromatic gouges
...

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Slant light lances
     stabbed through clouds
         of thick grey,
Wetness fills the sky
And falls on all....

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wispy dawn rising
ethereal flute of light
lances the vaporous shroud

spiderweb glistens
an intricately woven
and intangible beauty...

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here's new 
put on dancing shoes
yes cool
its not the blues
its joy 
for the girl and boy
 you can prance
you can free lances
give hime a chance
he love all of us
DANCE DANCE TO THE LOVE  
OF
JESUS...

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Longing looks or
furtive glances,
shuffling steps
or pony prances

Sheathing swords
and crossing lances
choices, actions
partners, dances

Living, loving
true romances,
fate and chance
or circumstances...

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They guarded the tomb with their swords and lances so trim; 
no intruders or followers would be allowed nearby
they excuted Pilate's order to have a vigilant eye;
they had seen miracles being performed and feared Him....

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The automobile breezes
down the liquorice whip,
nonpareil dotted roadway
as the searing sun strobes lances
through the frozen forest;
piercing projections, phospheneal auras,
dance as retinal afterthoughts 
within the cornea of man....

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Twinkling stars dances
Across my face
Showing its beautiful lances
At a slow pace
Bright red that’s fiery
Burning inside with anxiety
Bright yellow that’s sunny
Its color makes things funny
Cool blue that’s soothing
Its calming and diffusing...

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reaping the flower of passion befalls once trust lances root in heart
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The single line Haiku known as a Monoku usually contains seventeen syllables. A caesura (pause) is initiated by speech rhythm and usually with little or no punctuation.
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Type: Monoku
Date Submitted: 02/07/2018...

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Inspired by an ancient poem. V

Bamboo-cooled breezes pervade my chamber.
Blinking stars appear and disappear.
Roaming moonbeams invade each container.
Laden dewdrops into gobbets cohere. 
Self-lit fireflies pepper the dark. 
Calling water birds herald the dawn.

Thinking of myriad lances clashing in vain.
Tormented, sleepless, I follow the night....

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When vicious sadness lances
Spears that disembowl,
My soul on which pain dances
Emits a silent howl.
But the moon to which I cry now
Has no substance, warmth or healing,
A mere reflection of my feeling
Caught in a water bowl
It's beauty empty and unmoving 
It's all just for show
Casts back my own deep longing
With a light itself belonging
To a sun you'll never know....

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Picking up the pieces,
Of her shattered life,
Every joyous memory,
Lances through her, like a knife.
Time's slipping between her fingers,
Like sand through an hourglass,
The turmoil in her mind,
Never ceases, doesn't pass.
Vicious words were spoken,
Jagged scars remain,
No amount of alcohol,
Can ease the searing pain.
No more sorrow,
No tears left to cry,
She's picking up the pieces,
Her resolve will not die....

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Torrero sans l’aide de Picador
Such artful courage sans pareil :
Gored in the loins

No need to shout who Bad Guys stand for
Mean lances of the Picador slay
Split Toro groins

Speak not of Bad Guys in the same breath
As of fighting bulls and bull-fighters :
Can courage die

Seek not Bad Guys’ ultimate death
Shakespeare says they ever die blighters :
Let cowards lie

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014...

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The ship in the bottle grew pirates and more.
I noticed it one day on my way home from the store.
With pointed lances, they made each other walk the plank.
I could barely wait to tell my best friend name of Hank.

He ran right over to see what I saw on a daily basis now.
I see none of them, he stated, watching the brow.
Are you serious? I yelped as one stuck me in the eye.
With a lance that he had hand carved. What a mean guy!...

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horses, lances, arrows, fire
they reenact the war of the roses

the outdoor setting
has been erected next to Costa

outside on the ground
napkins, zarfs and stirrers 

and half the audience gets their
medieval caffeine hit 

that encourages us to yell and whoo-hoo
and pay attention to history

they encourage us to cheer and boo
and after all these years

with a cappuccino in my hand
i bellow 'long live the king' 

and it's socially okay...

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It is never too late to sustain a difference.
Leave the cocoon of unhappiness.
Learn the labyrinth of facets of your life's mess.
Restore your broken appearance.
Rewrite your story with a new face.
The breeze carries your broken voice.
With mysteries hidden in its lances
Your tears have dried after sun incipience. 
Its early radiance entices.
Please, love, display the valance.
It is never too late to enhance.


Written: September 18, 2021...

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