Short Lapsing Poems
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Star berry soap suds
midnight moon as my witness
River skin shoulders
shivering a quiet cool
lapsing into liquid pools~
WINNER
Perfect, accomplished
Achieving, functioning, flourishing
Victor, success; failure, washout
Declining, lapsing, falling
Defeated, ruined
LOSER
Blunder Sin - A Didactic Cinquain
Blunder
Egregious, inexcusable
Bobbling, gaffing, lapsing
Ever so inexcusable
Sin
2/24/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021
A solitude unrivaled, unrestrained by the opaque art. Cyclic nexus to be revealed,
undermined through a scepter of voracity. Vivacious involute of a void iconic lapsing
waves of a subtle decay.
School
This notion falls on
through:
Every traffic light.
Every petty fight.
Every lonely night.
Every petty fool
Every lapsing rule.
Every pistol premise,
True.
Every laughing,
Gapped tooth fool.
Every me,’
Every you,
Even landlords,
Priests and tools
Are each a tenured
part of school.
Tempers trashing,
ideas clashing,
families fuming,
kinship cooling.
Camaraderie collapsing,
communication lapsing,
schisms scission,
harmony ebbs away,
Fuddy-duddy , so unreal
is the petulant cry;
ungrateful child,the sighing reply,
then stances coagulate and congeal.
Familiar familial !
Utopian only in the eyes of the incipient yet vastly virtuous inverse commanding
leagues of the damned. Unbound in a secular disposition it rots, the treaty of the
voracious. A reciprocal nexus lapsing into a grave valor. Inter-dimensional seals torn
asunder for control. Looping utopia, learning untold evil.
Trump Mouth Flapping
Found Trump's mouth again to be flapping
At what he had said everyone was gasping
And could not tell truth from a puny pun
Played with our minds and was having fun
My memories of him seem to be lapsing.
Jim Horn
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There is a distinct fuzziness in her mind
Her dendrite highway is drying up, cracked like broken concrete.
Cloudy thinking keeps her off the path of clarity.
She dares not let the others know.
Wait!
They are also using drugs; perhaps they already know?
She breathes easier.
Happily lapsing into her final coma.
Drama burns rage
On edgy face;
An empty stage
In an odd trace.
Sad broken fit
In denial clear;
A paltry wit
In clutch of fear.
An oozing toss
In touchy takes;
Dare confront loss
In lapsing makes.
Feel how you feel
Dear drama queen;
Time does not heal
Dementia seen.
Leon Enriquez
28 November 2017
Singapore
Perpetual moments
the key
to existence
Memory
your biggest
foe
Blocking
the path
to future promise
Lapsing
forgetfulness
grows
Time an illusion
a crutch
for the weak
To hobble
and stumble
in constant retreat
This instant
recurring
when chosen at will
Where Poets
and Prophets
— forever instill
(Villanova University: July, 2025)
Are our lives set by divinity? Does everyone have this born affinity? Lapsing for infiniti-
Coming from the trinity- Continuing for eternity?
So many questions to why we are born,some induced to scorn, lives lived forlorn,
Living an oath sworn, others go back to religion, reborn, some work till they are tired
and warn. Others simply "weather the storm" forever questioning- forever torn.
You fell on earth,
sinner!
you shall meet your demise.
No God will pity you,
your vessels shall wreck
through your body.
Agony is your punishment,
foe of your happiness.
You pious little men
hope no more!
Poison lingers even after death.
For having sinned you shall fade.
No God will weep for you.
No Man will grieve for you.
Lapsing to life was wrong,
pathetically cruel was
surviving.
To view nature through the Lord
Is to give vanity a
Shattered mirror –
Time seldom glances at me,
And neither does she –
But my, her beauty is of
An olive orchard, blossoming
Under a springing morrow;
And I, the poet, lay witness
Upon my windowsill, suspended.
My words falter before the page,
And the evening sun snickers
O’er the swaying oaks, to mock
The brunette hair lapsing upon
Her bosom.
Intervals
Time
lapsing
repeating
a breathing space
respite from preceding activity.
An interlude that accentuates breaks
and goings on
preceding
silent
gaps.
Thus,
rending
beautiful
flowing music
enlivening auditory delight.
Giving patrons harmonious pleasure,
happiness born
through music
or words
paused.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 16, 2010
Poetic form: Quadruple Tetractys
Filled pages inked with memories
Lapsing moments within my life
Trials, tribulations, smiles, events
Penned with ink, but bled by knife
No thought ever seemed impossible
Words formed easily to describe the times
Give to you, pleasure in reading my life
Penned for you in prose and rhyme
Take from this all that’s possible
Smile even, or cry with me
I hope my life proves worthy reading
I pray my memories are easy to see
SITTING IN LIMBO
"What time is it?" Decades has passed..
I'm always the idiot, sleeping in limbo..
as time tickles, the river flows, seasons come and go, flowers flower and whither.The
birds keep singing sweet melodies to the rainbow sky above.
I sit at that place where many rivers cross each other, there I shall always be, flowing with the rivers, singing with the birds, lapsing in limbo. I'm a handicap, crippled from birth.
SITTING IN LIMBO
"What time is it?" Decades has passed..
I'm always the idiot, sleeping in limbo..
as time tickles, the river flows, seasons come and go, flowers flower and whither.. The birds keep singing sweet meloedies to the rainbow?? sky above.
I sit at that place where many rivers cross each other, there I shall always be, flowing with the rivers, singing with the birds, lapsing in limbo. I'm a handicap, crippled from birth.
SITTING IN LIMBO
"What time is it?" Decades has passed..
I'm always the idiot, sleeping in limbo..
as time tickles, the river flows, seasons come and go, flowers flower and whither.. The birds keep singing sweet meloedies to the rainbow?? sky above.
I sit at that place where many rivers cross each other, there I shall always be, flowing with the rivers, singing with the birds, lapsing in limbo. I'm a handicap, crippled from birth.
SITTING IN LIMBO
"What time is it?" Decades has passed..
I'm always the idiot, sleeping in limbo..
as time tickles, the river flows, seasons come and go, flowers flower and whither.. The birds keep singing sweet meloedies to the rainbow?? sky above.
I sit at that place where many rivers cross each other, there I shall always be, flowing with the rivers, singing with the birds, lapsing in limbo. I'm a handicap, crippled from birth.
SITTING IN LIMBO
"What time is it?" Decades has passed..
I'm always the idiot, sleeping in limbo..
as time tickles, the river flows, seasons come and go, flowers flower and whither.. The birds keep singing sweet meloedies to the rainbow?? sky above.
I sit at that place where many rivers cross each other, there I shall always be, flowing with the rivers, singing with the birds, lapsing in limbo. I'm a handicap, crippled from birth.
Music notes and exclamation points
Particles colliding with sight crystallized to form
Spiraling cyclically midst graviton pull
Grip mind fathom power with thin flavored lines
Tone deafening my lips chap against visuals
Lapsing time stands ground still out of metered sign
Kind window openings screen systematic filtration
Feeling a wee bit photoshopped hearing pictures
And
Seeing voices...
12/26/2016