Short Lapsed Poems
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What ought to have lapsed
A decade ago sluggishly pops;
Antagonist’s claws now thaw
And give way to buoyant hopes.
Hate invoke,
Haunt sound silence in,
Lapsed love still,
Heart opens,
A kid of traipse live alone,
life of sorrow fun.
Beneath,
Moving higher,
Upset and distressed now,
Lapsed into disturbed sleep or grief,
Afflicted with uneasiness for you.
I'm living in Oklahoma
That green country fresh aroma
Life sweet as could be
All fine and dandy
Till I lapsed into an okra coma
Sipped one Pabst
Sobriety lapsed
Resolve collapsed
Resurrected
His checkered past
His fiancé aghast
Once more, outcast
Alas my life has lapsed
as my fingertips lose their grasp
letting go of life
and the many things
I had searched for
but never found
Searching, but never found
Chained and bound
Held back
looking for what life lacks
At my fingertips grasp
But alas my life has lapsed
9-15-23
The old sewing machine
Stiches noisily
The separated will be joined
The torn will be patched
But
Not the hearts that are apart
But
Not the luck and glory that are lapsed
are wrote
all the songs songs
repeated
all the suns
burnt through space
all the worry
turned to worries
all the time has lapsed
moments no longer begun
and the dark has become the numb
Haiku
Old man
Spending his night
Finding a dream
Haiku
On lapsed path he walks
Blocked veins and dry blood
Black& white flowers
Haiku
Ancient man
No future only vague hopes
Spiked roses
I saw a bloke beneath an oak with nothing in his hands
He seemed relaxed, and as time lapsed, he had little plans
He stayed just there without a care evidently free
Then someone said, that fellas dead, hanging from that tree
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The Lying Truth
Stiff tongues pangs if sour truth take root,
lapsed lying lips cured make sweeter fruit.
2021 December 11
*3rd Place*
Bite-Size Poem #31
~~Line Gauthier: Judged 2022 January 12
SIGNIFICANCE
an
imperfect
rhapsody
embellish
unforgettable
melodies
venture
forth
heartened
delight
conveniely
exaggerated
compounded
phrased
&
appraised
estimated
&measured
circling
comprehension
in
creative
forces
lapsed
destiny
both
beautiful
&
emotional
Lost in a labyrinth of
Glistening sights
Infinitely out of reach,
Trembling amidst sweeping mistrals,
Fabricating a life of nostalgic allusions,
Caught in lapsed reveries, of
Restless arias and faint rustlings
Sequestering my rampant aura,
Bleeding in russet naivety,
Evaporating in silent elegies.
I heard the call of the wild
It bewildered me and chilled my body
Closed my mind filled
Filled me with uncertainty
I am entrapped in my own village
I have been lapsed
Fell! Fallen to the tillage digging up dirt
Nature's worth
11/24/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
So many come blossoming,
verily so many merrily
so many! under the high-
spirited sun, opening
a host of yellow. Nine,
ten, three dozen blooms,
now hundreds casting off
the old lapsed minutes
the months of cold –
joking high-spirits
so sinuous on thinnest
green stems – this very
morning so many!
Petrifying prediction proffered.
Abhorrent abominations
and shapeless shadows stalk streets.
Perpetually pitch
as Luna's light lapsed.
Prostrate and pray:
Stygian
nightmare
roused.
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28th April 2017
For the "Form N - Ninette or Nonet" contest, sponsored by Broken Wings.
(Eighth Place)
Are we prepared to display diplomacy conclusion in el salvador
Are we equated to the residue of our streets at home
While time lapsed beneath the bullets our fireworks burned our shores
Titled day and lived beneath flight
Our cowardice increases as feeding child bites
Taken long, measures of meat
And heel we have not, for catching little speak
Pure precious yellow
An endless go round
No end to the beginning
Is there to be found
By strength of devotion
My commitment was cast
A circle the measure
My ardor shall last
Donned on your finger
To time lapsed unknown
Our future the brilliance
Within the luminous stone
Vows promised sacred
My faith you can’t lose
Ever more than a partner
You are my muse.
Brief respite lapsed,
Gray day too harsh
To venture out
As noontime last
When sidewalks teemed
With jacketless grins
And one pert, lithe runner
Of vernal youth
Flashed her bare palm
In friendly passing …
Now, through fogged pane,
I downheartedly watch
Three daffodils bob
Canary heads
Against this onrush
Of chill wet air:
Spring taunts winter’s
Doomed oppression.
Poignant voice
In word choice
Stillness grounds
What voice sounds
Silence sparks
Vivid lark
Echo waits
Stuff and gate
Sorrow sad
Waits on glad
Not much mood
In lapsed good
Here a while
Hymn fond style
Purge all hurts
Rise from dirt
In plain fling
Mixed feelings
Apt poetry
Words surge free
Leon Enriquez
10 April 2016
Singapore
The great golden
In gleaming rims rolling
Upward like tolling bells
Rousing the blissful morning cells
Some lapsed in dreams e'er unfolding
Prophetic harmonies sung
By angelic or demonic tongue
Dissolving in wakes of light
Swelling ever more bright
Dispelling lingering night
From sleepy eyes shuttered tight
Midst pleading groans and dismal sighs
The golden morning bid ye arise
Poignant and manifest,time lapsed
moods become pastimes joined in
silence.Intuitive,held together ,irregular
emotive.Imprecise associations make
extraordinary leaps into consciousness
obscuring reality.
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Another day first
Lights by and by
My heart is broken
Mourning, sorrowing
My quiet tears
Stunning to my ears
Sole in the haze of misery
To my mystify
Lapsed slipped away
Your face I observe
Gone your voice
The house with tune
Your hence makes me blue
A cut heals over time
Emotional pain glues
Eventually too
I will have a scar
It will remind me
Of my love for you
February 3, 2022
Miracle Man
Being heavy with snow the sky collapsed,
a nor’easter is causing drifts to mount.
I find poetic concentration lapsed,
snow has increased by a goodly amount.
Ice crystals are forming on front storm door,
in scribbling my name, It’s cold to my touch.
Wife yelling at me while pacing the floor,
I'm penned up inside and in winters clutch.