Short Lancing Poems

Lancing, shooting pain
Stabs to the left side - sternum
Doctor notes: Love lost...

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No need for necessary naming!
Any anonymous soul would do
Much like living in virtual gaming.
Empty vessels paint the ardent hue
Lancing lovers lust for vanity,
Envious saints fight with a helpless knight. 
Such a profanity’s insanity!
So! Is this true? Or is this out of your sight 
...

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Poppin jays flies
on Neon lights
Hanker don't whisper !
As the Mighty Oak sways
The lavee squirms  forward
running obtuse

The dancers pontificate thought
lancing the proverbial boil
As an afterthought
The pied pipers never pay


The rotten beams surrender
pulsating dead energy
beyond the fold of avarice
Tis the season of Arbeit...

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02/03/12

Today at 5:00
In the morning,
Tina and Nelson
Had intercourse 
Behind closed doors, 
I saw 'em both
Through the key hole
As Tina stalled above Nelson
Like an elephant 
they've been free-lancing out
Along the razor's edge
They do not know
This road has a dead end  
Their reward?
I'm yet to decide
I bet it's huge
They'll be back here again
It's a revelry...

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Smells like power
But tastes like chicken
Administrative duties
Make my pulse quicken

Let’s hear it for the Boss!
The greedy old troll…
Skeletal hands clutching
You will learn your role!

A street urchin’s tuppence
You earn for your toils…
Like shining Boss’s shoes
And lancing his boils

Your life is at an end
You know it’s just too late
Upon your pauper’s grave
The Boss’s kids will skate...

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We’ve not dreamt the crystal morn,
the tinkling ping of sun warmed ice,
the egg white branch of lilac dipped,
the magic of the wintry day 
which fills the heart with awe.
Such days of silver ice and blue white snow 
the lancing spears of ‘cicle formed
awake are we to majesty, that all too soon is gone.
Gone in graceful austerity, a loveliness all its own,
the white of skeleton, these beauteous bones....

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and I forgot reading love in the diagrams
like constructing great space ships

we fear it’ll never finish 
and so
lancing us into the stars
though how rich life is
in every petal
even over the screen of imagination’s furnace
burning in roman-candled air-raids
forcing the power of our own love in front of us
as the only real and almighty staggering truth

as sought in tip-toes
for poetry is tip-toes...

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Dizain Campaign…

a poem a day keeps doctor away
verse rhyme poetry dizain epilog
madness insanity dark gloom at bay
creativity lightness no more slog
worked once as a physician in the fog
of illness to heal so many a wound
rational knowing not always intuned
now an unemployed poet free lancing
content as a kite and narrative moon 
one stanza only finally dancing


01st September 2016

For contest Dizain IV
Sponsor Laura Loo
Syllables checked 10 x 10
howmanysyllable.com...

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