The Daily Poem

CLIPPING THE ICARUS KING

He's one of the ultra-wingspan teasers,

Somebody really should get out the Caesars.

D. Edgar Lamp

TheDailyPoem786

Epigram

Idyllwild, California

~ The Daily Poet

MIRROR IMAGE

And then one day you wake up clean,

    You're double fresh as the morning dew,

Scrubbed and polished to a silver sheen,

    Reflecting all the good that's you.

D. Edgar Lamp

TheDailyPoem785

Quatrain

Idyllwild, California

~ The Daily Poet

LOCKED-IN LOCOMOTION

Safe inside my exoskeletonic

    photoelectric skin;

This is where I begin.

Charging the synthetic electric

    blood cells of my suit full-solar-go;

This is what I know.

Pouring their power into my

    finger-lightning barely brushing wheels;

This is how it feels.

Pumping a fibrillating jitterbug

    of membranous waves;

This is how it behaves.

Endless regenerative rhythm-conjured fuel

    takes to the global trees

With omnidirectional ease.

Flying in this tetra-buffer zone

    of frictionless finesse;

I love it here, I must confess.

D. Edgar Lamp

TheDailyPoem784

Novel Verse Form

Idyllwild, California

~ The Daily Poet

"NEW DAWN" DEPLOYED

My auntie, a vision named Joy,

Who grieving her husband and boy,

    Gave all that she had,

    Like a launching pad,

For me to roll up and deploy.

D. Edgar Lamp

TheDailyPoem783

Limerick

Idyllwild, California

~ The Daily Poet

SNAKE CICADA

Molting my old skin,

    I am the raging snake cicada,

Peeling away my thin

    Irrelevant balderdash sonata.

Silence concentrates

    The scream of changing redemption;

Life obliterates

    The living without exception.

Birthing through this grave,

    Extruding what in time I borrow;

Nothing left I hope to save

    Except a fragment of tomorrow.

D. Edgar Lamp

TheDailyPoem782

Quatrain Stanza

Idyllwild, California

~ The Daily Poet

NOTHING

I open up the well

    To draw my images and dreams.

There's nothing much to tell

    It's nothing like they say it seems.

I drop the heavy lid

    To close the awful nothing out.

But still I can't get rid

    Of what the nothing's all about.

D. Edgar Lamp

TheDailyPoem781

Quatrain Stanza

Idyllwild, California

~ The Daily Poet

GOLD GONE MISSING

A miser, a thier, and a gambler

    Went down to the river to pan;

Anticipate the drama,

    Imagine the plot if you can.

D. Edgar Lamp

TheDailyPoem780

Quatrain

Idyllwild, California

~ The Daily Poet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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