The Daily Poem

BEACON

Believe me when I say to you,

Each day is fraught with risk and spills,

And in the seas on every side

Conditions ripe to skin your hide

On coral, rocks, and shifting shoals,

No time to plot it safely through.

Beside your ship and underneath,

Each fathom lifts its crown of thorns,

Amalgamated to decieve,

Construed in darkness far below,

Obscurely fashioned Matterhorms,

Nocturnal, clenched like fists to blow.

Beware the tides that swiftly stream,

Erasing every planned escape,

Assimilating what may seem

Completely sweet to drowning rape.

O shining beacon constant be,

Nest safe my love who sails the sea.

D. Edgar Lamp

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Acrostic

Torres Straight

JOURNAL: Ocean Princess (15th Night)

~ The Daily Poet

THIS NINE ELEVEN

Today One World Collective holds its breath;

Humanity is not the same as then.

Inside the greatest nation airborne death,

Succinct as a sound bite gnashed through CNN,

(No quick undo) came roaring from the sky

Igniting every mind with fear and rage,

(No fast rewind) the haunting question why

Encrypted into every coded page.

Encrypted into every coded page,

Lies one non-blank reality of hate;

Encrypted into every coded page,

Voluminous precursors of our fate.

Enjoy no more the towering views of youth,

No more the innocence of easy truth.

D. Edgar Lamp

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Acrostic Sonnet

Ceska Trebova, Czech Republic

JOURNAL: The 2240 Overnight Train, Car 41, Beds 23 & 24, out of Warsaw to Szczecin through Poland. 

~ The Daily Poet

THE ANTWERPEN TATTOO

Analysis prescribes

Numerical constraints

To keep the magic hides

Writ inky on by paints

Entombed within the haze

Returning never more

Protected from our gaze

Enclosed behind the door

No breath beneath the floor.

D. Edgar Lamp

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Acrostic

Antwerp, Belgium

Lat: Long:

JOURNAL: Ibis Hotel (Amsterdam)

~ The Daily Poet

JOAN MIRO

Juice from the sluice of his brain

Order all shot to the bone

Always escaping on ladders of pain

Nudging his riddles of stone.

Man of his time like a saint

Ingots of gold for the stash

Riding subconscious the linear paint

Opulent demons of cash.

D. Edgar Lamp

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Acrostic

London, England

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JOURNAL: The Priory Hotel (Dover)

~ The Daily Poet

SAILING OSCAR WILDE

Observing every rule of notoriety,

Seducing first his famous self, then all the rest,

Conditioning the shine of all he thought was best,

A man of letters to the letter got it right,

Resplendent in his giddy-up propriety.

Without a prototype of shipwrecked strategy,

I plod the decks of my unconsummated craft,

Linguistic nuance holding ropes that bind my raft,

Delusion like a deluge pounding through the night,

Eventually accepting anonymity.

D. Edgar Lamp

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Acrostic

Wexford, Ireland

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JOURNAL: Overnight On Board The OSCAR WILDE from Cherbourg to Wexford

It's our half-way point today.  It's been six months since we left Idyllwild...

~ The Daily Poet

DESOLATE STANDS

Direct as lessons learned in childhood,

Erected pure as obelisks of hate,

Suspended now in dreams not understood,

Our desolate stands hold true beyond debate.

Liturgically we legend down our day,

Arcane with lies we sense but must not tell,

Triumphant on the dunes of yesterday,

Enthroned on this our blood borne honored hell.

Submerged, yet living still within our depth,

The infant wish for love and peace remains

An anchor chained to something less than breath,

Not easily defined but more than pain,

Direct as lessons learned in childhood,

Suspended now in dreams not understood.

D. Edgar Lamp

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Acrostic Sonnetelle

Merzouga, Morocco

Lat: 31.10, Long: - 4.01

JOURNAL: Sahara Tour Day 2 - Sahara Desert Berber Camp

Rode camels for an hour out over the dunes until we could see nothing but sand.  Finally came to our a small enclosure of Berber tents where we had dinner and spent the night.  There were three other guys in our caravan.  The wind came up in the night erasing our footprints. 

~ The Daily Poet

FINAL SCENE

Just think we talked a mere three weeks ago,

Our voices light with laughter on the phone.

You reprimanded me for being slow.

How could I have done nothing since July?

A simple thing you'd asked I can't deny.

Vermilion my face with no excuse to try.

Escaping shame you let me off with grace

No need to leave an egg upon my face,

Serenely then our laughter's long embrace.

written in Orlando, Florida

~ D. Edgar Lamp (Acrostic)

FAILURE

Fortune gathers those who know,

All the seasons take their turn,

Instant while the moments glow.

Logic binds the rapturous burn,

Urgent weather aches to go,

Rising fractal through the fern,

Eager toward its final show.

Favor garlands those who win,

Always brings the nascent bloom.

Ill-equipped the fools begin,

Laughing in the face of gloom.

Unction cannot cure their sin,

Reverie within the tomb,

Ether makes them small and thin.

Fame ignites for those who stay,

Answers play their hide and seek,

Islands rise to greet the day.

Languid kings in riddles speak,

Urchins left in love’s cliché;

Raucous, raging, hollow, weak.

Even failures find their way.

Posted on the Daily Poetry Club for topic: Failure

~ D. Edgar Lamp (Acrostic)