Short Lapses Poems
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My silence is my friend.
My loneliness is my sense.
I do not need anything else.
In my lapses,my victory is the same.
My silence is my friend.
My loneliness is my sense.
Form:
Mental traces of yesterday
Encyclopedia of knowledge
Mimeographed words
Ossified fragments
Recycled experiences
Involuntary lapses
Evocative signposts
Signature moments
A fecundity of plight precipitates
And as each second lapses
The vibes ascend
With theatrical depth
Though steadily she refrains
To refine her adamant tones
Whilst I dissolve
within estuaries of helotry
Godiva Chocolates tempt
Dieters beware
Melt-in-your-mouth milky charm
Evokes a craving
My control lapses
I give in
Feast!
*Soup's Syllable counter says "chocolate" is three syllables.
the end of the year's day
consumed in the setting sun,
subsumed into shadow.
a world destroyed
before begun.
twirling axis
centered
on a polar energetic praxis
cleansed in tides rising
entombed in lunar lapses.
lapses in judgement
lost footing
slipped up
fell backwards
backslide downwards
strayed away from
path that had
been lead out
reverted within
became old version
of self momentarily
happens whenever
your around
G-ruesome
A-ttack
B-rings
R-espiratory
I-llness
E-ndangering
L-ungs
A-s
M-ask
I-ntimidates
S-ore
T-hroat
R-ightfully
A-voiding
L-apses
Topic: Birthday of poetess Gabriela Mistral (April 07)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The wise learns lessons
from the art, wisdom
and stupidity
of others,
but learns so much more
from the shame and pain
of his very own
blunders,
that is, if from his lapses,
errors and bungling,
he bounces back
and recovers.
Streets of years ago
Uneven,
Broken between time lapses
Old trolley tracks
That no one will ride on again
Cobble stones taken from history
And left behind in the present
Be careful walking through Brooklyn streets,
Their cracks are unforgiving memories.
Time bolts away that bright lightning flash
Space contains empty that blind dash
Nothing much except deeds trashed
Vain regrets cluster pain
Dread reveals disdain
Truth hurts most plain
Then true light
Fills sight
Bright
Leon Enriquez
10 December 2015
Singapore
How this people thrown poor?
His birth or by Earth?
Rich and poor two mixtures
Which to whom God fixes
Poor not chasing behind chances
Cashing rich all poor’s lapses
Rich,poor like thrones and roses
Only God knows why the purpose
Hell is rich in fire and ashes
Heaven is for all poor masses!
10.
Flying Fish
Hail! You marine creatures skedaddle skittish
Haven't perceived anything worth so named languish
Yet, how this realm of vast dominion
Entities stay underwater's nation
Mere lapses aqua occupation – flying fish!
-01/03/2007
(Dumarao)
*Topsy-Turvy Limerick Ironic
T-wilight has passed by,
E-arly Monday morning;
R-evelry of the new year
E-lapses by dawn breaking.
S-moky Sunday night
I-s nowhere to be found;
T-he sun second January
A-ims to stay around.
A-fter the haze disappears,
N-o more mess you can see;
I-t's a beautiful birthday,
T-o thrill, for your heart
O-nly.
A-t the right side of error,
N-ew message is discerned;
G-et the hidden wisdom,
E-very lesson is
L-earned.
D-o know the right side of error,
E-ach wrong shows the truth;
L-ife's lapses if corrected
A-re sure to bear fine fruit.
T-wenty-ninth of January,
O-pen your eyes' front door;
R-ead both bad and good,
R-ight side of
E-rror.
Time lapses days turn into weeks
I still yearn for your voice
You rebuke me yet i still desire
You're presence to behold thee
You're blessing upon me at dawn
You're light i seek
Your rebuke is like oil on my head
Those who trust upon you
Move from strength to strength
I desire to behold thy form
In righteousness
I desire to be in you're presence
Bipolar people do not fear;
Those without our disease
Don't understand our brilliance;
Only see our pain and depression;
Shame, shame on them, I say,
For they should remember our contributions to society;
Before they judge our lapses
Where would we be without the Gettysburg Address for example!
I dare say without us along for the ride the world would
be a dull place to be!
For poetry, I'll need to see
Let the battle of switches begin
From the wall switch to the light
"Which one is it?" never ends!
An aging poet, past my prime
My memory now is not acute
In truth it has been in decline
Ever since I popped the chute!
What's next, will I forget my pants?
So many lapses, cause me to fret
A date, a word,a meal, a hat
Who knows what next, I might..........?
O stark avenger,
Time.
I will come on your lapses,
when every moment,
tells a lie.
Was it wrong time ?
To ask the poem go,
binary ?
on a fringe thought ?
Has the angst a right,
to explore the fast moving
mind, to experiment
with the answer ?
We are on the crossroads,
to know ourselves,
driven by the fragrance,
man-made.
The words are only transient !
Satish Verma
I couldn’t hear anything for a few minutes.
I tried to read their lips, but they morphed.
It was strange.
We all get tired but…
Not everyone has lapses in time.
They don’t stare in the mirror for hours, waiting.
I can see how I should have been concerned.
But people like me never are.
Even now, six years later.
I don’t feel like it was a big deal.
I never told a doctor about that.
They never asked.
I live in places
you’ve never seen
And sleep in nightmares
you’ve never dreamed
I choose in dimensions
above either or
Beyond the pain
you can endure
My memory lapses
in moments freed
But fate imprisons
all I see
Escape an option, death allowed,
but only if I’m willing
To marry freedom’s hope denied
—and damn my soul’s foretelling
(Flagstaff Arizona: February, 2019)
Skeletons rule the attic,
rooks have left the board
emptiness I can’t explain,
darkness untoward
Lapses in my memory,
lyrics left unsung
chasing all those things I’m not,
orphan on the run
Monday turns to Thursday,
Tuesday, Wednesday lost
time on fire, burning fast,
sanity the cost
One last chance for freedom,
pathway to the cliff
to jump into my deepest fear
—or sink in this abyss
(The New Room: February, 2022)
cannabis creates crazy cerebral connections
hunger for hallucination
habit forming high
medical marijuana
motor skills impaired
minor memory lapses,
sweet smoke signals
schizophrenic symptoms
sensory side effects
half-baked hour under the influence,
tornadoes threaten, walking in the woods,
drinking from the ditches
painting pictures
August 7, 2020
Caren Krutsinger's contest: Craziest Time... (I picked Under)
Helpless ~
Realized on the sense of doubt ~
Instilling fear.
Hope ~
Lapses into the abyss of unknowing ~
Deaf to hear (my voice):
Numb to feel (my touch):
Scared to dream.
Love ~
Hesitant to trust without oath:
Slighted in its honesty.
Shame ~
(How can my love not be enough?)
Accepting its mine.
Knowing that time is
Our only reprieve:
Our only chance to believe:
Our only light.
Breath ~
(Struggling for air)
Held tight...
~ Helpless.
Tethered in moments of longing and passion
the heart lapses into time framed by hours of sedation
where there is joy there is you beyond comparison
I respond to your caress
embraced by your sweet bless
When calls the heart
Reined in by your dotes and feverish affection
flavors of your heavenly concoction
there is comfort in your arms
I respond to your caress
embraced by your sweet bless
When calls the heart
Internal sunshine in a bag that burns a hole in my pocket
Holding the black ink that spreads like cancer throughout the intricacies of my mind
I feel as though I'm running out of time
I haven't lost my breath yet
But, I do feel distance
A very long winded distance in between short memory lapses during all of those moments
If there is a race I'd like to drop out of my own
There's nothing to win
And, definitely no surprise when it all ends
Just you in the dark walking alone