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LONESOME FLOTILLA
It's all too small to comprehend.
We're miniscule as molecules,
A thin flotilla fond of fools,
Approaching what we call, "Our End."
No message sent has been returned.
D. Edgar Lamp
TheDailyPoem779
Quintain
El Cajon, California
~ The Daily Poet
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THE NAMELESS SELF
Doors and windows, windows and doors,
Sheets and pillows, pillows and sheets,
How can a Dali chest of drawers,
With nipple knobs for treats,
Just walk away and throw its name
Into the fire and into the flame,
Gone forever in smoke and shame?
D. Edgar Lamp
TheDailyPoem778
Novel Verse Form
Idyllwild, California
~ The Daily Poet
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AS YOU WERE
Gavel me with porcupines and organ pipes.
Punish me with every single quill.
Rush to judgment all the staunch collective gripes.
Send me off to where they break the will.
Knowledge does me like a score of wayward whores.
Every time I settle down they stir.
Oceans of confusion drown my foreign shores.
Attention all my soldiers, "As you were."
D. Edgar Lamp
TheDailyPoem777
Quatrain Stanza
Encinitas, California
~ The Daily Poet
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THE VACANT VAST SURROUNDINGS
If I should look too close at Consequence,
I'd see that nothing really matters much;
My giant strokes of sweeping Confidence
Add up to little more than a spider's touch.
D. Edgar Lamp
TheDailyPoem776
Quatrain
Idyllwild, California
~ The Daily Poet
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THE SPLITS OF BILLABONG
I left my body on a bench downtown
To join a few celestial errand boys
Who asked if I could fly a spirit-gown
From earthly woes to loop on heaven's joys.
I told them it had been a while since
I'd taken to the air without a wince,
A bit of shaky staging confidence
Perhaps.
But now I'm feeling better and in fact
I'm flying circles round those boys of late.
Conclusively the things I thought I lacked
Are gone and I've regained my liquid skate.
I tell them every day it won't be long
Until I man just slip outside the song,
Maneuver through the Splits of Billabong
Perhaps.
They say I'd better play it off the books,
Be careful lnot to wheel the gear too far,
But secretly I see behind their looks,
They know I've got it -- airless in the jar!
D. Edgar Lamp
TheDailyPoem775
Novel Verse Form
Hanford, California
~ The Daily Poet
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OF HELL AND PUNISHMENT
We talked of Heaven and reward,
We talked of Hell and punishment,
Eternal life with Christ our Lord,
Eternal death and banishment.
I'm glad to go to Paradise
And live with Jesus evermore,
But thinking of the fire and ice,
The outer dark, the gnashing gore,
The screams caught up in flaming cysts,
The licking godly knives of wrath,
Danteic circling stricture fists,
The sulfurous lake, the molten strath,
The vicious demon screeching cries,
The searing laughter from their lips,
Confessing all their clever lies,
Their finger talking pointed scripts.
And on and on and out of sight,
The smoke goes up forever black;
Eclispse the sun, endure the night,
No exit out, no entrance back.
O God I can't endure the thought,
Perhaps the one I loved is there,
ANd will not share my happy lot
In Heaven with You where all is fair.
But not so fair it seems to me,
This place of burning ever-doom.
How can I take Eternity
Above their sobbing throbbing tomb?
I trust Your love is just and true,
And must assume my human mind's
A shallow thing to fathom You,
My sight too near, too short, too blind.
So please, dear God, with lenses thick,
Correct my eyes that cannot see,
And take my heart so stiff and sick,
And cure it with Your remedy.
I'd gladly trade my heart of stone
For one of flesh that beats for You;
My eyes with scales all overgrown,
For a pair of eyes all good and new.
But if my vision fogs to gray,
And if I still can't understand,
May I remain that chosen clay,
Submitted to your Potter's Hand.
D. Edgar Lamp
TheDailyPoem774
Ballad Meter
Hanford, California
~ The Daily Poet
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CRACKER JACK LESSONS
Impromptu lessons in humility are cast
Like falling stars from summersaulting skies.
I cracker jack them all to try and make them last,
Remembering how pitiful the prize.
D. Edgar Lamp
TheDailyPoem773
Quatrain
Idyllwild, California
~ The Daily Poet
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APRIL FOURTH'S DAY
Today is April Fourth's Day
And nothing third will do;
Nothing second, nothing first,
I'ts an anti-race milieu.
D. Edgar Lamp
TheDailyPoem772
Quatrain
Encinitas, California
~ The Daily Poet
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SHRINKING VIOLET
I shrunk myself and all my stuff
to half my violet size,
And now my house is twice as big
and so are the filthy flies.
D. Edgar Lamp
TheDailyPoem771
Quatrain
Idyllwild, California
~ The Daily Poet
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FIRST THINGS
As good as gold the memories staying,
Deep untarnished heavy shine;
A minstrel in the background playing,
Cool the tunnels always mine.
The lessons of the ancient master,
Learned in skins I left too small;
Slow as love and never faster,
Caught in each the codes of all.
Tomorrow, like a sweet subduction,
Pushes under lifting slow;
Volcanic aftermath of motion,
Buries treasure far below.
D. Edgar Lamp
TheDailyPoem770
Ballad Meter
Idyllwild, California
JOURNAL: Home
~ The Daily Poet
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THE WAY IT WAS
Come out, come out, wherever your are,
Hiding in your crystal cave,
Slurping smoke like caviar,
Sleepless in your hazy rave.
Hiding in your crystal cave,
Melting glass to help you see,
Sleepless in your hazy rave,
Come, sweet child, come home to me.
Melting glass to help you see,
Pawn your watch for another buzz,
Come, sweet child, come home to me,
Don't forget the way it was.
Pawn your watch for another buzz,
Burning years in a hollow bowl,
Don't foreget the way it was,
Skin tight dread on a narrow soul.
Burning years in a hollow bowl,
Slurping smoke like caviar,
Skin tight dread on a narrow soul,
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
For Kim
D. Edgar Lamp
TheDailyPoem769
Pantoum
Idyllwild, California
JOURNAL: Home
~ The Daily Poet
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SOMETHING IN YOUR RUNNING SHOE
You come inside and close the vent.
You tell yourself a thing or two.
You can't remember where you went--
There's something in your running shoe.
You take it off and shake it out.
You can't believe what's hiding there.
You jump up crazy, scream and shout--
A diamond-studded wingback chair!
D. Edgar Lamp
TheDailyPoem768
Ballad Meter
Idyllwild, California
JOURNAL: Home
~ The Daily Poet
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MOON WAR ONE
Forget the slaves all stuffed in stinking ships,
Forget the famous holocause catastrophe,
Forget the sixties Vietnam menagerie,
It's time to change the color of our lips.
Come over here and kiss me,
Someday you're going to miss me.
Come dance me now before I'm good and gone,
And buried in a lunar Forest Lawn.
D. Edgar Lamp
TheDailyPoem767
Novel Verse Form
Idyllwild, California
JOURNAL: Home
~ The Daily Poet
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FRESH PEPPER
I need a bit of loving if you please,
A bit of your fresh pepper for a sneeze,
To drop me smiling down upon my knees.
O yes baby, O yes please.
D. Edgar Lamp
TheDailyPoem766
Monorhyme
Encinitas, California
JOURNAL: Mark & Kit's Cottage in Leucadia
~ The Daily Poet
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DOLLY GRIP DREAM
Trio Tango Tantamount,
Lives on movies Paramount,
Reads the credits every one,
Never leaves until they're done,
Knows each Dolly Grip by name,
And hopes one day to do the same.
D. Edgar Lamp
TheDailyPoem765
Rhyming Couplets
Encinitas, California
JOURNAL: Mark & Kit's Cottage in Leucadia
~ The Daily Poet
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RUGBY BOY
Two weeks later than expected,
Two pounds heavier than expected,
Not-so-little Eli came;
Big & tall, and black & blue and
Ready for the rugby game.
D. Edgar Lamp
TheDailyPoem763
Novel Verse Form
Encinitas, California
JOURNAL: Mark & Kit's Cottage in Leucadia
~ The Daily Poet
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BIRTHDAY NIGHT
We're waiting for our baby boy,
He's on his way tonight.
He's going to need a tiny toy
That he can hold real tight.
He'll grab it with his little fist,
And chew it all day long.
And if you listen carefully
He'll coo a little song.
D. Edgar Lamp
TheDailyPoem763
Ballad Meter
La Mesa, California
JOURNAL: Mark & Kit's Cottage in Leucadia
~ The Daily Poet
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TWO SMALL WISHES
If I get rolled by a rolling stone,
Hope I don't lie there and die alone.
If I get felled by a falling tree,
Hope someone comes to bury me.
D. Edgar Lamp
TheDailyPoem762
Quatrain
Encinitas, California
JOURNAL: Mark & Kit's Cottage
~ The Daily Poet
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COME DILIGENCE AND PROD ME ON
Come Diligence and prod me on
I never was real good at this
If I could be your whipping boy
Perhaps I'd do a thing or two
I'd cry and cry and never stop
And you could be the reason why
Although I've never asked you why
I'm asking now and forever on
There is no place for me to stop
No place on earth to give me this
It's you and me, yes just us two
Although a man I feel a boy
I was a good and faithful boy
I acted out the reasons why
If one was good, then I took two
The truth was what I leaned upon
And though I never hoped for this
I knew the push would never stop
Though many tried to make me stop
To do the things that make a boy
I always went my way to this
Because I knew the answer wy
And ever would I travel on
If not for a life, then maybe two
Regard me not as one but two
I am the you that will not stop
The alter ego pressed upon
The man though still a little boy
Unsure of who or what or why
But going strong with only this
And if I die with none but this
I will have lived the life of two
I will have answered every why
I will have gone without a stop
From where I started as a boy
To where I found myself and on
I've only this and will not stop
Together two, a man and boy
Together why, together on.
D. Edgar Lamp
TheDailyPoem761
Sestina
Idyllwild, California
JOURNAL: Home
~ The Daily Poet
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THAT MOVIE
Once you see it
You'll always be it.
D. Edgar Lamp
TheDailyPoem760
Epigram
Idyllwild, California
JOURNAL: Home
~ The Daily Poet