tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55100555984357696042024-02-08T06:07:17.608-08:00The Daily PoemIdyllwild Town Crierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05862864135128671031noreply@blogger.comBlogger137125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-17046954509563481442010-12-01T14:34:00.000-08:002010-12-01T14:35:51.159-08:00(137) July 10, 2010: Your Body Next To MineYOUR BODY NEXT TO MINE<br /><br />We roamed the town from spot to spot,<br />And when we got a bit too hot,<br />We shared a glass of golden wine;<br />Come lay your body next to mine.<br /><br />We strolled museums one by one,<br />Enjoyed a spree of high class fun,<br />The art we viewed was truly fine;<br />Come lay your body next to mine.<br /><br />We found the divey music dens,<br />And tapped our toes to now-and-thens,<br />The jazz was slipper sole divine;<br />Come lay your body next to mine.<br /><br />We walked the neon streets alone,<br />And made the night our very own,<br />You sighed like silk and moved like shine;<br />Come lay your body next to mine.<br /><br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />KyrielleAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-36217614319282255862010-12-01T14:32:00.000-08:002010-12-01T14:33:55.686-08:00(136) July 9, 2010: No TomorrowNO TOMORROW<br /><br />The ceiling fan is spinning down<br />It's temporary airy sound.<br />There's nothing true that I can borrow;<br />Today's today there's no tomorrow.<br /><br />My love's asleep beside me here,<br />Her quiet breathing, Time's frontier, <br />A steady speeding golden arrow;<br />Today's today there's no tomorrow.<br /><br />I'm covered by these crimson sheets,<br />I feel my heart's insistent beats,<br />My blood the gift of bone and marrow;<br />Today's today there's no tomorrow<br /><br />The sky is clear, the air is thin,<br />The mind it's play begins again.<br />It's time to climb Mount Kilimanjaro;<br />Today's today there's no tomorrow.<br /> <br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />KyrielleAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-33514740054897059182010-12-01T14:28:00.000-08:002010-12-01T14:32:35.380-08:00(135) July 8, 2010: A Story In Verse, Part 4: Over The ChasmA Story In Verse, Part 4: OVER THE CHASM<br /><br />Awakening from dreams that have never been dreamed,<br />The scorch of the day pooling sweat in my eyes,<br />I staggered up faint and through razors I screamed,<br />My throat full of froth and all clotted with flies;<br />A vulture had landed to greet my demise.<br /><br />Behind me the crevice, abyssmal and still,<br />The blast of the tempest expunged and serene;<br />So eerie the hush, my voice echoed shrill—<br />A child exhausted with fear inbetween<br />A bottomless pit and an eating machine.<br /><br />I looked to the left and I looked to the right,<br />Behind me the chasm, before me the bird;<br />I wished for a moment I'd died in the night.<br />Which way should I run, each way unpreferred?<br />And then came the answer, completely absurd.<br /> <br /><br />I asked the great vulture to give me a ride,<br />To carry me over the pit of remorse.<br />He answered me, "Sir, I would do so with pride."<br />And lifted his head growing large as a horse,<br />With Pegasus wings of incredible force.<br /><br />"Climb up if you're willing." He said as he bowed,<br />His two giant legs kneeing down in the dust.<br />And tipping a wing like a stair he allowed<br />My tottering legs to step up and adjust<br />On his featherless neck I had chosen to trust.<br /><br />"I'll carry you over, but don't you look down.<br />One look and you’re screaming—a song decomposed.<br />You’ll fall in the noise till you pray for the sound,<br />The drum-beating rhythm your heart has composed,<br />The sound of sweet silence embraced and enclosed.”<br /><br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />Quintain StanzaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-86120441269784353262010-12-01T14:26:00.000-08:002010-12-01T14:28:05.319-08:00(134) July 7, 2010: The Barista's BlendTHE BARISTA'S BLEND<br /><br />The Water comes down and the Fire goes up,<br />The Wind spins around and the Earth's in a cup.<br /><br />The elements blend and their blending is sweet,<br />As sweet as the latte you sip while you tweet—<br /><br />That digital taste for the zips and the rips,<br />Embedded and shredded removable chips<br /><br />Of chocolate, vanilla, and carmel panache.<br />Whatever you're doing don't empty the trash.<br /> <br />It's all in the way you've imported the beans,<br />And if you've been faithful to clean the machines,<br /><br />Bacterias come and the viruses go,<br />They go for the cutest baristas who know<br /><br />The meaning of life and the clue to the games,<br />The chart (periodic), the new user names<br /><br />Of every invader and phisher of files,<br />Their coffee served up in the grandest of styles.<br /><br />Don't say it's too costly to pay for a drink<br />Of flowing elixir that speaks with a wink,<br /><br />And listens like leather about to be worn,<br />Or something like beauty about to be born.<br /><br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />Rhyming CoupletsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-75676914265036007172010-12-01T14:25:00.000-08:002010-12-01T14:26:17.304-08:00(133) July 6, 2010: Construction 4: Bots Dots & PinwheelsCONSTRUCTION 4: BOTS DOTS & PINWHEELS<br /><br />Find a stretch of country road all desolate at night.<br />Find it when the sky is clear, the moon is full and bright.<br />Take a bunch of pinwheels made to magnify the light,<br /><br />Made of cut-up roadway signs like No Left Turn & Stop.<br />Drill a hole by every dot, and fill each one with glop.<br />Glop means glue, I knew you knew; just let it go kerplop.<br /><br />Stick a pinwheel stick in every hole until it dries.<br />Do be careful not to get the bot-glue in your eyes.<br />Cars may pass but you'll be dressed in some benign disguise.<br /><br />Fifty pinwheels ought to do, five hundred would be best.<br />Work until the sun comes up, or till you face arrest.<br />When you're done go take your car and give the road a test.<br /><br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />MonorhymeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-42149550902211057132010-12-01T14:18:00.000-08:002010-12-01T14:21:19.405-08:00(132) July 5, 2010: Semicircular PrayerSEMICIRCULAR PRAYER<br /><br />Good morning God I don’t feel good,<br /> And though my head’s attached,<br />It isn’t working as it should,<br /> I think my brain’s detached;<br />I need some Treatment if You would.<br /><br />I know my eyes are open wide,<br /> But I can’t see a thing.<br />I feel an ear on either side,<br /> But all they do is ring;<br />Perhaps my cranial nerves are fried.<br /><br />I’m standing on my own two feet,<br /> But not for long I fear.<br />I’ll try my best to be discrete<br /> When my old inner ear<br />Decides to dump me on the street.<br /><br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />Quintain StanzaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-12572766754967493802010-12-01T14:16:00.000-08:002010-12-01T14:18:31.338-08:00(131) July 4, 2010: A Story In Verse, Part 3: Across The FlatlandsA Story In Verse, Part 3: ACROSS THE FLATLANDS<br /><br />I followed the bird with its herald of love,<br />Imagined it hovered about and above,<br />As white as a cloudlet all empty of rain—<br />The magical bird I'd been dreaming of<br />That kept me engaging the barren terrain.<br /><br />The dunes now behind me, the flatlands ahead,<br />I'd heard from my grandfather tales of the dead<br />All picked to the bone by the vultures that glide<br />On wings that surpass an eleven foot spread,<br />That dive on the living who've no place to hide.<br /><br />So traveling by night with the cross in my eye,<br />The four fuzzy stars through the dust-shattered sky,<br />I made my way south doling food from my pack,<br />A dwindling slosh of a water supply;<br />My mind pushing forward, my heart pulling back.<br /><br />When suddenly there up ahead in the gloom<br />A darkness much darker, a chasm, a tomb;<br />A column of wind shooting out from the deep<br />That smelled like the scent of a witch's perfume—<br />The pungence of incense for langourous sleep.<br /><br />I stopped like a stone and I stood like a bear,<br />My senses alert and my muscles aware.<br />I edged toward the lip of the chasm to look,<br />Got knocked to the ground by the blast of cold air,<br />And there, as if frozen, I trembled and shook.<br /><br />The wind from the chasm was wind of a kind<br />That blows through your head and erases your mind.<br />I lay like a living cadaver it seemed,<br />For hours on end, eyes open but blind,<br />And fell into visions unwillingly dreamed.<br /><br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />Quintain StanzaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-37266007785476556452010-12-01T14:14:00.000-08:002010-12-01T14:16:46.143-08:00(130) July 3, 2010: A Story In Verse: 2 - The KnowledgeThe Story In Verse, Part 2: THE KNOWLEDGE<br /><br />My grandfather taught me the way of the runes,<br />The symbols on stones that he tossed in the bowls,<br />The clearest of pebbles like seven full moons;<br />Consulting each morning those Seven Old Souls<br />To help him determine his two daily goals.<br /><br />One day was repairs and a rabbit for meat,<br />The next was a blade to be sharpened and shined,<br />And a poultice of melon to rub on his feet.<br />Each day had a name and a number combined<br />To write in the book and to keep in the mind.<br /><br />My grandfather died on the day I turned ten,<br />The hair on his head just as white as a moth.<br />I burned his remains in the desolate fen.<br />I sprinkled his dust in the Cup full of broth,<br />Took only one sip; poured the rest on the Cloth.<br /><br />I followed the Knowledge the best that I could,<br />And lived in the dunes for another ten years.<br />But then in my dreaming I saw the deep wood,<br />The forest that harbored my ominous fears,<br />That grew by the sea of my sorrowful tears.<br /><br />“Come down to the ocean and flourish your sail.”<br />The song of the bird in my dreaming beseeched.<br />I’d not seen the ocean except in a pail<br />Drawn up from the depths of the well’s easy reach.<br />The ocean for me was a figure of speech.<br /><br />But just like I know when I’m thirsty for drink,<br />I knew that this bird was from someone above—<br />A spirit beyond my endowment to think;<br />And the forested seacoast I kept dreaming of,<br />A promise of something I knew must be love.<br /><br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />Quintain StanzaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-75542154273277136472010-12-01T14:13:00.000-08:002010-12-01T14:14:55.571-08:00(129) July 2, 2010: A Story In Verse, Part 1: A Start Of A JourneyA Story In Verse, Part 1: A START OF A JOURNEY<br /><br />I lived in the desert with no one but me,<br />No brimming oasis, not even a tree;<br />My home made of stone and my heart made of glass.<br />I dreamed of the forest that grew by the sea<br />With fountains of flowers and rivers of grass.<br /><br />I woke with a start of a journey in mind,<br />An inkling of danger, a chill-riddled spine,<br />My belly in flutters of butterfly flights<br />Whenever I saw myself leaving behind <br />The dulcimer dunes and the harpsichord nights.<br /><br />With only the vaguest of notions I went,<br />A spring in my step, on my lips a lament,<br />Amazed with each step as if some other soul<br />Were moving within me without my consent,<br />Convincing myself I was out for a stroll.<br /><br />I walked with the sun, then I walked with the moon,<br />The sun came again, and I walked until noon.<br />At last the momentum of rapture subsided,<br />The flank of a boulder the dust storms had hewn<br />I gladly received as the shelter provided.<br /><br />My pack for a pillow, my coat for a quilt,<br />I dreamed I was plunging my sword to the hilt,<br />A beast at my feet writhing awful and great—<br />The dragon of sorrow, the demon of guilt,<br />The two-headed fury of envy and hate.<br /><br />I woke with a shiver as cold as the sky,<br />Took one look around me and didn't know why<br />I'd wandered so far from my home in the dunes,<br />Perhaps my good reason had kissed me goodbye,<br />Or was it the message I'd read in the runes?<br /><br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />Quintain StanzaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-89953181921675915182010-12-01T14:11:00.000-08:002010-12-01T14:12:59.507-08:00(128) July 1, 2010: Dead GirlDEAD GIRL<br /><br />Dead girl rises late<br />to blossoming hunger pangs—<br />her bite of passage<br /><br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />HaikuAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-24106780993086856282010-12-01T14:06:00.000-08:002010-12-01T14:24:31.555-08:00(127) June 30, 2010: Can't Beat PoetryCAN'T BEAT POETRY<br /><br />You can sail around the world<br />You can get yourself a girl<br /> You can have a cup of coffee<br /> You can have a cup of tea<br /> But you can't beat poetry<br /> Da dum...da dum<br /><br />You can drive across the land<br />You can find yourself a man<br /> You can have a cup of coffee<br /> You can have a cup of tea<br /> But you can't beat poetry<br /> Da dum...da dum<br /><br />You can pull a thousand strings<br />You can get a thousand things<br /> You can have a cup of coffee<br /> You can have a cup of tea<br /> But you can't beat poetry<br /> Da dum...da dum<br /><br />You can make yourself a name<br />You can find yourself some fame<br /> You can have a cup of coffee<br /> You can have a cup of tea<br /> But you can't beat poetry<br /> Da dum...da dum<br /><br />If you've got to have some fun<br />If you've got to get it done<br /> You can have a cup of coffee<br /> You can have a cup of tea<br /> But you can't beat poetry<br /> Da dum...da dum<br /><br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />Novel Verse FormAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-69518216042108889042010-12-01T14:04:00.000-08:002010-12-01T14:06:30.300-08:00(126) June 29, 2010: Farewell, Sweet DreamFAREWELL, SWEET DREAM<br /><br />No matter what I tell myself to do,<br />With arguments fine-tuned to best persuade,<br />I still can’t seem to drop the other shoe.<br /><br />I’m always premature or overdue;<br />The time is never right for a crusade,<br />No matter what I tell myself to do.<br /><br />The stage is set but the actors are too few,<br />And though the lights go up and the band is played,<br />I still can’t seem to drop the other shoe.<br /><br />My practiced speech is ready for debut,<br />And yet I wait immobile and afraid,<br />No matter what I tell myself to do.<br /><br />Conceiving and believing? Yes I do!<br />And even when I trash the masquerade,<br />I still can’t seem to drop the other shoe.<br /><br />And now, relieved, I bid my dream adieu.<br />The truth I’ve known, my heart’s at last conveyed:<br />No matter what I tell myself to do,<br />I still won't ever drop the other shoe.<br /> <br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />VillanelleAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-65573343610473623862010-12-01T14:03:00.000-08:002010-12-01T14:04:44.730-08:00(125) June 28, 2010: What Is Is What What IsWHAT IS IS WHAT WHAT IS<br /><br />No matter what I say,<br />What is is what what is.<br />A circumstance chalked up to Chance<br />Is just the what that is.<br /><br />Exactly what that is,<br />Is melted in the Stream.<br />And how it flows I cannot know<br />My dullness too extreme.<br /><br />The Stream is not a stream,<br />The Flow is not a flow,<br />This metaphor is nothing more<br />Than saying I don’t know.<br /><br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />Ballad MeterAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-87804041331180825152010-12-01T13:59:00.000-08:002010-12-01T14:03:02.617-08:00(124) June 27, 2010: WIth Joy Unspeakably ExtremeWITH JOY UNSPEAKABLY EXTREME <br /><br />Our God defends us every day<br />Protects us from the Devil's snares<br />His Holy Spirit lights our way<br />We walk in truth where no one dares<br /><br /> We walk in truth where no one dares<br /> We walk in truth where no one dares<br /> His Holy Spirit lights our way<br /> We walk in truth where no one dares<br /><br />In Christ we stand where others fall<br />Our confidence in Him complete<br />At His sweet Spirit's whispered call<br />We leap by faith without defeat<br /><br /> We leap by faith without defeat<br /> We leap by faith without defeat<br /> At His sweet Spirit's whispered call<br /> We leap by faith without defeat<br /><br />The Holy Spirit fills our minds<br />With joy unspeakably extreme<br />In nothing else such joy we find<br />For by His blood we are redeemed<br /><br /> For by His blood we are redeemed<br /> For by His blood we are redeemed<br /> In nothing else such joy we find<br /> For by His blood we are redeemed<br /><br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />Hymn LyricsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-55517556327505621322010-12-01T13:56:00.000-08:002010-12-01T13:58:33.458-08:00(123) June 26, 2010: All Said & DoneALL SAID & DONE<br /><br />Would you like to be real, Wikipedia-real,<br />With your name all in black and your links all in blue,<br />What the students will find when they’re searching for you?<br /><br />Would you like to be wise, Wikipedia-wise,<br />With the best of your work all precise and unchanged,<br />And the footnotes and references neatly arranged?<br /><br />Would you like to be known, Wikipedia-known,<br />For your clever remarks and your depth of good sense?<br />Then you’d better get down to your past perfect tense.<br /><br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />Novel Verse FormAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-4069340604363065102010-12-01T13:54:00.000-08:002010-12-01T13:55:57.265-08:00(122) June 25, 2010: What I WantWHAT I WANT<br /><br />I’ll tell you now just what I want,<br />The day you find me dead and gaunt,<br />Go lather up your legs and shave,<br />And build a dance floor on my grave.<br /><br />When all the eulogies are said,<br />And your blue eyes are puffy red,<br />It’s time for you to misbehave,<br />And build a dance floor on my grave.<br /><br />Just call the girls to get the guys,<br />Forget the wherefores and the whys,<br />Go find yourself a kindly knave,<br />And build a dance floor on my grave.<br /><br />I hope the moon is full that night,<br />(I’ll do my best to time it right),<br />And you’ll announce my tomb side rave,<br />And build a dance floor on my grave.<br /><br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />KyrielleAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-32300736681452800592010-12-01T13:46:00.000-08:002010-12-01T13:48:12.447-08:00(121) June 24, 2010: Sweet Significance - A Love StorySWEET SIGNIFICANCE—A LOVE STORY<br /><br />He’s a spurious digit and everyone knows,<br />No matter how clever his math-manic prose,<br />His vacant expression is all that it shows.<br /><br />They call him a cipher, a nothing, a naught,<br />A circular reference, a bubble, a blot;<br />His brain is a goose egg that can’t hold a thought<br /><br />But last night he went out for a leisurely roll,<br />And found a sad Three who he tried to console.<br />She was right of the decimal not feeling quite whole,<br /><br />So he offered to bump her once left from the right<br />To help her reverse her superfluous plight.<br />She gave him a look mixing fear and delight.<br /><br />“I’ll be gentle,” he told her, “You won’t feel a thing.”<br />And there on the spot he sprang her a spring,<br />And she, “Oh my gosh! I’m commencing a fling<br /><br />With a crazy-eyed zero!” and landed with grace<br />And a smile, in a westerly decimal place,<br />As a bit of a blush multiplied on her face.<br /><br />Then before she could thank him he did it again<br />And bumped her once more by a power of ten.<br />“That’s all I can do.” He said with a grin.<br /><br />“My goodness,” she said, “I’d never ask more.<br />Since you leaped to my rescue and made my heart soar,<br />I’m a hundred times better than I was before!”<br /><br />“It's YOU, Miss” he said, “I’m as proud as a pig.<br />Since I leaped to your rescue I'm feeling so big.<br />Thank YOU, I’m at last a Significant Fig!”<br /><br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />MonorhymeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-49290467544710297992010-11-28T16:44:00.001-08:002010-11-28T16:45:23.067-08:00(120) June 23, 2010: Midnight SkinMIDNIGHT SKIN<br /><br />The room is dark with shadows feigning <br />Melancholy airs, ordaining<br />Some deep mystery to begin,<br />As you wrap me up in midnight skin.<br /><br />A branch against the window brushing<br />Softly snares your gentle blushing<br />Chest and cheek and lifted chin,<br />As you wrap me up in midnight skin.<br /><br />The candle's flame in fits of flutter<br />Guides your touch of melted butter,<br />Gives my mind an easy spin,<br />As you wrap me up in midnight skin.<br /><br />Just you and me with time to squander<br />Over fields of flesh to wander,<br />Places where we've never been,<br />As you wrap me up in midnight skin.<br /><br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />KyrielleAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-15192576194673163542010-11-28T16:41:00.000-08:002010-11-28T16:44:21.272-08:00(119) June 22, 2010: Learning To LearnLEARNING TO LEARN: THE PSYCHODYNAMICS OF SELF-LIMITING<br />SUBCONSCIOUSLY MOTIVATED PRECOGNITIVE CONSTRUCTS<br />IN THE LATTER STAGES OF POSTGRADUATE ACADEMIC FRUITION<br /><br />Thesis<br />Kinesis.<br /><br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />Rhyming CoupletAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-2537898379280298222010-11-28T16:39:00.000-08:002010-11-28T16:41:41.315-08:00(118) June 21, 2010: First Day Of SummerFIRST DAY OF SUMMER<br /><br />Our axial tilt is most inclined<br /> At twenty three and a half degrees,<br />And all of northern earth mankind<br /> Must take its turn at getting burned,<br />And perhaps some retinopathy.<br />To those who will—our sympathy.<br /><br />The Tropic of Cancer gets the most,<br /> Where rays of sun turn every bun<br />That's nakedly exposed, to toast,<br /> And all the rest get baked at best;<br />And yes, it'll come as no surprise—<br />A few Hot Cheeto flaming thighs.<br /><br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />Novel Verse FormAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-45698011161097216062010-11-28T16:38:00.000-08:002010-11-28T16:39:40.486-08:00(117 June 20, 2010: Go Out And PlayGO OUT AND PLAY<br /><br />Go out and play before it’s time for bed,<br />You’ve been inside for far too long today.<br />Turn off the Spider Fight inside your head;<br /> Go out and play!<br /><br />Your fingers are so quick to catch your prey,<br />Your thumb can spin a thousand spiders dead<br />In one fell swoop inside your web display,<br /><br />But here on earth no foe will cringe with dread,<br />No Frisbee falcon fly, no squirt gun spray<br />Unless you capture fire-breathing Fred;<br /> Go out and play!<br /><br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />RoundelAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-14205463340830456142010-11-28T16:36:00.000-08:002010-11-28T16:38:16.830-08:00(116) June 19, 2010: A Song For The ZombiesA SONG FOR THE ZOMBIES<br /><br />If zombies are real and they're walking your way<br />With blood borne contagion to make you obey,<br />A Borg-like collective pursuing their prey,<br />Resistance is futile; they’ll catch you someday,<br />When your well-wielded weapons won’t hold them at bay,<br /><br />When you’re down on your luck and you’re sore to the bone,<br />You’re not on your game, and you’re out of the zone,<br />The battery’s dead on your cellular phone,<br />And you’re hidden away in a cavern alone,<br />In a cold silent darkness like on one has known.<br /><br />With bravery and skill, you’ve fought and endured,<br />For years you’ve evaded them grimly obscured<br />In your camo-chameleon skin undeterred, <br />Avoiding the virus that cannot be cured;<br />Now your number is up and your death is assured.<br /><br />You sense them; you smell them approaching your den,<br />The living dead women, the living dead men,<br />Uncannily finding you time and again,<br />Empowered by what must be demons, and then—<br />“Dear God O dear God, please save me! Amen.”<br /><br />Then into the darkness a flame He will bring,<br />A flame not of fire but of song—and you’ll sing,<br />“The vipers may bite me, the scorpions may sting,<br />But the venom won't harm me, it won't do a thing.<br />I'll stand up and walk, I'm a child of the King.”<br /><br />Then standing you’ll listen, and know that they’re near,<br />You’ll walk to the mouth of your newest frontier,<br />No gun in your hand, no bludgeon, no spear,<br />Just armed with a song for the zombies to hear,<br />And you’ll walk out among them without any fear.<br /><br />They’ll fall back in horror and let you go by,<br />You’ll pass on beyond them, as crawling they’ll cry,<br />And drag themselves after you not knowing why.<br />At the edge of a cliff you'll bid them goodbye;<br />They'll dive for the rocks at the bottom and die.<br /><br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />MonorhymeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-75943409814682700542010-11-28T16:35:00.000-08:002010-11-28T16:36:32.458-08:00(115) June 18, 2010: Sunshine 7SUNSHINE 7<br /><br />We took what we could from the soil;<br />The timber, the water, the oil.<br /> Now we're solar as hell,<br /> And we're doing quiet well,<br />In our igloos of luminous foil.<br /><br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />LimerickAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-53537089350492600382010-11-28T16:32:00.000-08:002010-11-28T16:35:09.910-08:00(114) June 17, 2010: Looking To JesusLOOKING TO JESUS<br /><br />We're passing the time,<br /> We're waiting for You,<br />We're watching and praying<br /> To see what You'll do.<br /><br />We're spinning in space,<br /> We're doing our best,<br />We're hoping and trusting<br /> To enter Your rest.<br /><br />We're taking Your love,<br /> We're giving it free,<br />We're looking to Jesus<br /> To bring it to be.<br /><br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />Ballad MeterAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510055598435769604.post-63514441769759391852010-11-28T16:28:00.000-08:002010-11-28T16:32:41.828-08:00(113) June 16, 2010: Color's WheelCOLOR'S WHEEL<br /><br />The colors fade and turn to shades<br /> Of summer beige and gray.<br />Do colors know some place to go<br /> We cannot pass to play—<br /><br />A brilliant world of pooling swirls<br /> With haloed neon saints,<br />Awaiting Spring's next color fling<br /> To barrow out the paints?<br /><br />D. Edgar Lamp<br /><br />www.TheDailyPoem.org<br />Ballad MeterAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0