Rebel/artist/slave, a long, long, near lone life spent swimming against
a bourgeois tide, he makes shore one last time, drags himself back
onto the beach: a man gets too tired, the sea grows too dark and deep.
Blunt words sharp
In rude harp
Can grind flesh
In harsh dash
It is sad
That words mad
Drench more pain
Once again
Wrong words strap
A blunt trap
As hurts sum
Pain that comes
Loose tongue kills
Skin that peels
In wrong vein
Crude torn pain
Just speak soft
Not high loft
Say: "Sorry.
Forgive me."
Leon Enriquez
19 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
Make what you will,
Yield to harsh play.
Amend wrong feel,
Prompt ploy portray.
Offer to bring
Lines that appeal;
Observe bold fling,
Grace you reveal.
Invert the wrong,
Answer harsh grain.
Frame tact made strong,
Irk sorrow plain;
Now be sorry,
End sad story.
Leon Enriquez
02 December 2014
Singapore
To me, verbal Apology is only inflated pride
The good people don’t call for apologies to deride
Bad people for base vantage may go on their knees
Verbal apology is only inflated pride, to me.
Torment none, repent for past and dread for future
If you think you've erred, make the amends sooner
It is easier to eat crow while it is still warm anon*
Repent for past and dread for future, torment none.
While travelling over the world, a sad truth I’ve found
Those people we’re fond of, their feelings we wound
we flatter those of whom we have hardly heard
A sad truth I’ve found, while travelling over the world.
* Proverb
Inspired by G.K. Chesterton's writings
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March 8, 2014
Form : Swap Quatrains
Dr.Ram Mehta
9th Place win
Contest: Swap Quatrains by Andrea