The Daily Poem

THE BIG ONE

   Surprised as usual by disaster,

Thought the status quo would last,

   The telescope of kind retrieval

Brought an ace from up the sleeve.

   And just in time the knot untangled,

Took the pain within the pang,

   Eloped with truth it found unbending,

Shook the dusty sandal’s trend.

   Denying stats that shamed remittance,

All at once the gavel hit.

   O desperate throat with fear awakened,

Crawl to earth and crying quake.

~ D. Edgar Lamp (Novel Rhyme Scheme)

A MIRACLE OF SHIFT

A work of art is always more

   Than what it seems to be,

Just like the flotsam on the shore

   Come in from off the sea.

It's never nice collectively,

   But sparingly arranged,

To view each piece respectively,

   Is suddenly exchanged

For something better far than waste,

   A miracle of shift,

From raucousness to chaste,

   From garbage can to gift.

 ~ D. Edgar Lamp (Ballad Meter)

WAXING GIBBOUS

She's waxing gibbous like the moon

On nano-matters picayune,

Her stellar poppycock platoon

Is out en force this afternoon,

Inspecting each spermatozoon,

An inventory none too soon,

Preparing for the great monsoon

Within her brimming silver spoon,

The howling wind her favored tune

To crack the peaceful night's cocoon

And cause the lunar gods to swoon.

~ D. Edgar Lamp (Monorhyme)

ONE EXACT BELIEF

Collapsing lapse of lazy days

   Relaxing by the fires,

The mind in shards regards the flames

   Of telescoping spires,

And asks itself why reason wanes

   In ramping up desires.

Containing rain in bottled tears

   Denying every grief,

The body dressed in tawdry means

   And modes correctly brief,

Awakens on a string of beads

   With one exact belief.

~ D. Edgar Lamp (Novel Rhyme Scheme)

THE GRUELING HOT BROTH TANG

My lost illusions stand in line,

   But I refuse to wait.

I'll trade my soup for turpentine,

   My bread for fishing bait.

Too loose their clothes all wrinkled hang,

   Too sad their faces pale,

Too thin the grueling hot broth tang,

   I'll leave my dreams in jail.

I'm skin and bones for easy flight,

   My eyes like dishes dash,

I'll gather sleep tomorrow night

   And flip my shoes for cash.

And soon the morning after next

   Will burnish me gourmet,

Surprise me with a talon flexed

   Around a sweet fillet.

My belly filled with cool refrains,

   I'll wave a brief reprieve,

Untie the knot and slip the chains

   And gladly take my leave.

~ D. Edgar Lamp (Ballad Meter)