Short Lipogram Poems

I dated the astronaut, June
(the woman who lived on the moon);
on telly she said,
'It messed up my head' -
I guess you could call her a loon...

written 10th July for Emille's Lipogram contest 
written without the letter X...

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A car ran
thru the city
so fast
without caution
that doom was point blank
the car spun
around
ground attack
flipping
on its back
hurling sparks
that lit a bomb off
throngs of victims at loss
a
villain drank too much 

12/31/22

Lipogram Poetry Contest

Sponsor-Emile Pinet...

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Flora blooms,
Joy runs through rooms,
Frail boughs sprout, 
A victory shout.

Birds sing,
Happy hymns,
As colours display,
Along dawn's way.

Warmth swings low,
Frost throws no blow.
All is bright,
It's factual light.

Rain drums roll,
Lightnings toll.



January 31, 2023.
Lipogram Poetry Contest,
Emile Pinet...

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In today’s crazy,
topsy-turvy world,
you do
what you gotta do,
pick up jobs as you can,
but I must say
it is a bit awkward
to do your job
taking ‘grams
door-to-door
only to find
that you must
land a kiss
on your boss’s lips…


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an ‘e’ lipogram that will not be delivered to any contest doors… :-)...

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In a world void of trust and loyalty
It's hard to find a happy family 

It's as though it's nothing unusual in this country 
Said air thick with vulgarity, disdain, and incivility 

I lock my mind and turn to music, obstructing the cacophony
Blocking its aim to drain my will, continuing on with probity
Soothing songs of faith wash through my soul, guarding my tranquility...

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Does not your lips wish mine
Does not your soul need me
Your voice softens my mind

Intriguing my thoughts
Wishing for your desire
Hoping for your love to find mine

Doth this love frighten you
Doth this love require hope like mine
Doth this love need to find me

Check and look you will see
My love trying to find you
Love me like I love you

Contest: “A” Lipogram
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Date Created: 08/26/2020...

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It was so tough
Making this song 
Without a bit of stuff
And composing it long.

Though it sounds plain
Know my hardship;
I dont want to abstain
So I'm straining my grip.

This is now fun
Now that I'm through
I will do it again
And try to win it too.

Although it's just
A dripping dam,
With a proud hand, i must
Sign my first lipogram.

22.01.2023
Submitted for 'Lipogram Poetry Contest'
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet...

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Moonlight spills into my window,
Coloring gray my room.
Happy am I with the glory of God
Shown in the stars.
Darkness runs away from light rays
As an owl hoots on a branch.
Wild animals prowl throughout the land.
Long ago, a man did walk on our moon.
That is now history.
What if I could walk on the moon, too,
Not just sit in my room?
That is a brilliant thought!
Sponsor Emile Pinet
July 12, 2020
Contest Lipogram Poem poetry contest...

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reflections become obsessions
self - within/without
times this by three
self - over exposed

forever there, inside the sphere
etched into being
lucidity or fluidity
obscured/mirrored

tension felt cognitively 
eyes meet eyes
seen yet unseen
third eye sees nothing

yin diminishes yin
three becomes six
six becomes nine
nine becomes twelve

nothing more to see
though I look directly
into my own soul
still I know less...

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INDECISION

He fell in love when he met her
In nineteen eighty seven
But didn’t get round to telling her 
Till June of twenty-eleven
He’d drunk some double whiskeys,
Followed up with gin,
Then turned up on her doorstep,
Begging to be let in.
He told her how he loved her,
He got down on one knee.
She told him he’d left it too long
For she’d wed in ninety-three.

8th June 2021
Lipogram contest - No A
Sponsor - Emile Pinet...

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IN FRONT OF GOD

You stood in church and said your vows
In front of God.
You would stay faithful all our days.
So it is odd
I think that, only six months on,
You’d walk away.
Was it my fault; was I lacking?
You did not say.
You said it was a man from long ago,
A boy from school.
A thing you could not fight against.
Oh what a fool,
To think I had you all my days

18th July 2020
Lipogram poem poetry contest
Sponsor Emile Pinet...

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I play golf on Sundays.
On fairway, I hit straight.
Hitting ball with iron clubs
ball soars high in air
It is such a sight to 
watch it soar and land
at a spot you aimed for.
Pushing it for a putt
I put it in a cup with a flag
and try to win my match
with par or low count
such as  gaining a bird.
A drink to mark finish
of a good occupation
along with your fourballs
is a satisfying finish.

26.7.2020
Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor Emile Pinet...

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In the kingdom of Pu’u ‘O’o,
domicile of Pélé
summits of molten stone
crowned with ginger blossoms, orchids, hibiscus,
the stone hips of the wells of fire were skirted with towering fronds;
the ground moved
with rhythmic steps,
Pélé’s Thunder drums.

Joy poured down the rock
red, yellow, glowing-gloss rolling like honey
over the edge of the cliff,
turning the surf, the tide, the brine into clouds.


Sept 12 2020
Contest A Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsor Emile Pinet...

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To write poems missing one vowel
I'm struggling, you should see me scowl
Nice sponsor Emile
Won't know how I feel
I’m tempted to throw in the towel!

I thought writing this would be fun
Though Emile’s contest I won’t shun
My words will not flow
Bonce is being slow
My muse whispers why don’t you run!

I’m sitting here on my blue stool
I’ve finished my poem, it’s cool
Now I must check my work
From this job I won't shirk
By following Emile’s vowel rule!...

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