The Daily Poem

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

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Sestina

Idyllwild, California

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~ The Daily Poet

THE WOMEN OF THE STATION

A whistlestop farewells the leaving train

As ladies lift their flutes of fine champagne

Who did what they could do to entertain;

   Already memories in their mind's eye view

   Begin to turn from done to next redo,

   A visual echo loose like déjà vu.

   Perhaps they did it best in déjà vu,

Another time, another leaving train,

   So perfect as to glibly spurn redo;

Their brief unbuttered toasts of dry champagne

   Bring back the double-take to clearest view

Of what it was and is to entertain.

Accepting one last call to entertain

   The Girls had felt the tug of déjà vu,

   Together forging one nostalgic view;

They'd set the stage to greet the coming train

With magnum flasks of pink champagne

   Like none had done before nor would redo.

   A thing well done resists the cheap redo,

And laughing at it now they entertain

The notion that perhaps the spiked champagne

   Brought on the raucous reeling déjà vu;

The secret substance may have bent the train

   Before it's afterimage vanished from their view.

   Although they share this standard view,

   The women of the station wish redo

Was possible, but know that then the final train

And everything they'd conjured up to entertain

   Would never transmutate to déjà vu;

Imaged acts dissolve like poured champagne.

The vanished effervescence of champagne,

   The yesterdays that slowly fade from view,

   The haunting ecstacy of déjà vu,

   Have coalesced beyond the caught redo

And tripping from their corner set to entertain

The charming ladies sally toward the train.

Again the déjà vu returning train,

In parallel redo of pure chamgagne,

The old compelling view to entertain. 

~ D. Edgar Lamp (Sestina)