Best Blindside Poems
In those bleak fields that so quietly lie - stilled as graves,
Between where the thin wind creaks and upwardly heaves,
Unseen feet can sometimes be heard
Shuffling through the old woods discarded leaves.
For i have seen those strange distant lights
That detach themselves from heavens spilling crowds;
When dropping over the blindside of the little ridge
They rise to leap from cloud to cloud.
Impossible angles of inexplicable darting momentum -
Inwardly gyrating wheels now ingeniously turning;
Marvelous these the strange crafts of unknown design...
Yes - I have seen the night skies burning!
For well i remember as a reckless child
How i stole out to ascend that one forbidden hill:
Cast deep plans, set the clock ticking accordingly,
Rose, wrapped myself against Novembers raw chill.
Deep inside the Beech-hanger the Plough was struggling,
And over the despairing holt a devisive breeze...
As, of a sudden, on the edge of swirling darkness -
Showered particles upon vapourous ethers so violently seized!
Oh the hissing bolts of sizzling electrons -
Brilliance of colours like a dying meteors last rites!
Anti-Graviton paradox of mastered equational conundrum
Igniting the latent freeze within winters sharp night.
Radiant orb held aligned by polar-opposites forceful lines,
Spinning upon a singular point with such consummate ease;
Roaring furiously liken fabled dragon of Arthurian legend,
Hot breath licking across lines of illuminated trees.
Momentary seconds that crept alongside an age enraptured
Amidst tumbling thoughts of - "Just another Alien abductee"!
Then, gently tilting starboard, accelerating smoothly away,
Vanishing over the stacks and tiled rooftops of nearby Walton-Lea.
Often have i wistfully pondered in ever hopeful, watchful years:
What was it so witnessed as it hung before me in suspended flight?
And - with many cramming thoughts - groping for answers sought -
Recalling the wondrous moment of such an awe-inspiring sight!
Categories:
blindside, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
Bearing the brunt of betrayal,
his long-time lady lover leaves him
for another flame. Surprisingly saying
"I'm so sorry, Sam, we should start
seeing other people"
Broken by a brutal blindside
out of nowhere. He couldn't comprehend
the reason; the shock shook him
like a loud trembling thunder
shakes someone out in the rain
Suddenly lovelorn,
he's left wondering why.
"What did I do to deserve this?"
To add insult to injury, he learns
she left him for his best friend, Bruce.
STRAND CHOICE P,any form,any theme Poetry Contest( Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 03/24/2020
Categories:
blindside, betrayal, friendship, love, relationship,
Form:
Alliteration
My Bros.' & Sister's the [Book] tell us that we are made in the image of God, made
in the likeness of him. So why is the World suffering much to much idiosyncricie's whe-
ther you're fat or slim ? Do you know!! Do Ya!!... long and many year's ago, Noah
is assign an important task, that being! to build a ship (the Ark) for the purpose that
(GOD) seen the supplication of his creation. He is sadden that sin enter into evil thought's
of mankind, and the collaboration of their choices brings no satisfaction to the reasonable
reason for Noah being choosen to finished the Ark {no satisfaction}.... My guess is
that Noah prayer's was like, "Show Me the Way Home", Lord, thou reason that the rain
shall come, makes a consorted effort to save a generation, I am so along. "Show me the
way Home". This-thiss generation ignore's the preaching for a 120-years, now water is
around their necks and the door is (slam!!) shut. "Slam-Shut". My Brothers ' Sister's
do you wonder why the likeness is impossible to live up too. We choose to live to do
our own thing - our own way. That's O'K from a selfish standpoint. But for a spiritual
analyzationable lovepoint, sometimes the seperation is somewhat confrontationable.
So-so my brother, the long way home is a fight that the "Anti-Christ commit to the
principalitie's warfare against the conscience of your mind and you become blind and
you heed to the warning and now he see's (The Anti-Christ) that you are not strong:
(I'm so all along) Now my sisters that implie's to you also, your fight is a battle the ene-
my approaches from your blindside, and if you're not carefull, "you will believe in all the
lie's. (Be Strong)
"Show Me the Way Home", LORD-show me. Me and the tall and short one's and the cre-
ated of all children's whether large or small. When we have fought against the file's of
the enemy, and we all are along. Before the gap get wider (and ?) "Show Me the
Way Home".
P.S....This Poem is the first of a two-part initative in God's awsume plan to regenerate a
society of any culture, that we as his children must ask him to "Show me the way Home".
Categories:
blindside, happiness, uplifting, me, me,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Do I Still Dream
dreams !
do i still dream?
not without tears in my big brown watered eyes
not without a blindside heavy blacked heart
and not without thinking I've lost
the best years of my life
that I never had
what a waste of time
to cry over time that
has been stolen
but it is my time
and
I soak the time away
in my own tears of
lost unknown could
have been moments
and I push it back
and it pushes up over
my cracked
soul
moving up over my head
inching slowly
seconds by slow second
stretching over my pined shoulders
on its way to crushing my chest
with all my freaked out fears
till I'm caved over in some
out in out mind dance
and tears are raining
all over my feet
that if my chest wasn't in the way!
and I thing
what the hell
I am great
at least in my
could have been dreams
and maybe someday
someone will know
it too
maybe it will someday be you
Categories:
blindside, abuse, age, community, desire,
Form:
Encased in corruption white and frail mocking life!
it travels within on our journey in strife, and though
feeling its form with each move that we make we
blindside the presence and statement it makes!we
gaze on the form and connotate to beauty, yet its
end is apparant forbidding indeed! once departed a
shell its inheritance dust, and therewith possesion
derision and lust!
written cirica 1991, for Paula Swansons contest (now i'm out)
of retirement! well sort of.
Categories:
blindside, education
Form:
Rhyme
Put away your sword Sir
and step into the light.
Only words hold sway here.
Not that way,
There is nothing that can save you there,
All the words there have been poisoned.
There are words there in the dark that can make cuts that never heal
And words that will cut through even your bone.
Words that can deflect your best sword thrust.
Don't look down,
Those word will only make your blood boil
And don't touch those rocks
They contain words enough to crush your heart.
Best not to enter that pool,
Words are waiting there to destroy your soul.
Take off your chain mail,
If words of wisdom and light cannot penetrate,
You may yet still slip from my grasp.
There is no shelter in that cave,
Only words to confuse,
Words to haunt
Words that only spawn black thoughts
And worst of all are the words that eat into your hopes
Til you give them all up
Or words that can turn your dreams into nightmares.
There are words there that can blindside you,
Or bend your will til it loses power.
Best stay out of there if you don't want a hole where your heart used to be.
Good, you have left your sword behind you,
I knew you were listening.
Now I can show you how to master words more powerful than your sword,
All my lessons begin and end with Love.
Categories:
blindside, appreciation, dark, destiny, education,
Form:
Free verse
Beauty smiles
Truth keeps watch;
Joy murmurs
~~~~~~~~~
Jacuzzi trip
Clear water massage;
Aqueous healing
~~~~~~~~~
Midtown moments
Sunny side up;
Poignant flavours
~~~~~~~~~
Walkway charades
Morning fiesta;
Umbrella cacophony
~~~~~~~~~
Old Mister Lee
Two years gone;
Tembusu memoir
~~~~~~~~~
Such silly antics
Blindside politics;
Monkey business
~~~~~~~~~
Glimpses of home
Michelin Star meals;
Vivid prosperity
~~~~~~~~~
Dark skyline
Thunder and lightning;
Rainy dawn hurls
~~~~~~~~~
Morning outline
Lake shore rainbow;
Sun and rain
~~~~~~~~~
Cat nap
Purrs dreams;
Feline fancy
~~~~~~~~~
Brown squirrel
Zigzag curiosity;
Fruity forage
~~~~~~~~~
Street vendor
Latest news print;
Too many unsold
~~~~~~~~~
Car pool moments
Grab or Uber taxi;
Disrupted trips
~~~~~~~~~
Cash speaks
Goods listen;
Magic barters
~~~~~~~~~
Word budget espresso
Not much unsaid;
Meaning percolates
~~~~~~~~~
Morning cuppa
Double-shot sling;
Caffeine fix pump
~~~~~~~~~
Raining again
April pregnant wet;
Sun on holiday
~~~~~~~~~
By the wayside
Fallen nest;
Broken bird's eggs
~~~~~~~~~
Anniversary here
Candles attest;
Fond memory awakes
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
03 April 2017
Singapore
Categories:
blindside, change,
Form:
Haiku
March blizzard blindside
Endless creeping stalagmites
Bears late to the feast
Categories:
blindside, nature, snow, spring,
Form:
Haiku
Don’t get tired
But ride
Spinning never hide
Soul, soar the game blindside
Built equipped like a freight train minimize
Size never be another like me
Dinosaurs extinct can’t stop destiny
Every thing in me released
The beast
Everything in me they’ll see
Grave couldn’t hold science class astronomy
Pass anomaly
Phase graced Tsunami
Covered grounds
Beats by the pound humbly
Hold history
Die empty
Taking everything off the shelf
Plenty left
Plenty to give
Gave a sample snippet still popping pills
Feelings passed the emotions test
Bold took over brought out the best
What rest
Time to get it done
Hold back for what when what is pushing out production
Raising arms letting down hammers
Gather note books pen cameras to capture
Moves never recorded before
Hold down every town wanting more
Score notes sing melodies from heavens door
Pore out painting canvas creative shore
Wave expecting hurricanes covering matters
Been ready
Been gunning down Safari scenes scatter
Splatter sheets of success
What rest the beast bench pressed the test
Categories:
blindside, strength,
Form:
Lyric
A gap of wit can blindside fit:
Dance of pretence speeds crafty kill,
Apt broken bits crash as pain splits;
Roar beyond sense as slander fills,
Keep what's left now in dusty dirt.
Blood and bones string such tragic stains,
Loss feels bereft in sorrow's hurts;
Inbound sharp flings turn rancid pain,
Now tragic lot feeds bitter fall;
Death comes too late when evil strikes,
See sad world rot in caustic gall;
Infringe these gates with nasty bytes,
Deed frees sure tact in morbid spheres,
Endows last act with pungent fear.
Leon Enriquez
25 February 2016
Singapore
Categories:
blindside, conflict,
Form:
Sonnet
Somedays I rise not wakeup,
clear the clutter for sake of,
preaching the so-called notion,
and giving scruffiness a remotion,
for what they say and not what I feel,
is true only in the world which is reel.
So afraid to be alone or with a lot of either,
with a bunch of millennials,
I talk about space and ether,
Kind of person I have always been,
someone like me you must have rarely seen.
All I need is a lineman to protect my blindside,
I'm stuck in a dark tunnel waiting for a high beam.
Categories:
blindside, absence, anxiety, appreciation, girl,
Form:
Rhyme
emissary from the great beyond
slapping faces for fun and profit
me too tie my shoe then cracko
blindsided until there ain't no blindside
but I thought we had an agreement
just another saw blade poultry shear
at the bottom of the embalmer's toolkit
stainless steel slab for a dream catcher
a twinkle in the eye for his corpse
so obviously not stillborn breech
mind birth being an ongoing mechanism
supposedly not boring as a nailed coffin
facial hair and fingernails still growing
at this profane juncture at any rate
welcome to your new sham town condo
free TV free ice by the day or week
I'm an echo that's all there is to it
pedigreed in blood by a Tuscan strega
nursemaid to spasm prone frescoists
of some marginally momentous merit
lost to history my history at least
blessed yet repeatedly violated
go figure the numbers will prove nothing
we panphibians being a dime a dozen
the self being somewhat flexible
according to contemporary legend
the quantity and quality of unknowing
among the egghead ignoranti is alarming
concluding bravely this universe is possible
scouts honor some things are just obvious
pay them homage while cursing them
for their unfailing peasant stupidities
superstitions phobias anachronisms
sadisms and sociopathic ambivalence
never able to see what's next
a cornucopia of evasions
boiling down to king of the hill
as the inaudible fog rolls in
Categories:
blindside, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Beneath the warm sunshine’s glow and moon’s soft silver light
We vigorously hiked through countless trails and rugged peaks
We walked for miles at a time throughout the day and into the night
Your playful manner so unique and your joyful howl was all we’d seek
A squeaky toy or ball would occasionally catch your eye
Seeing your fluffy coat with a beautiful silken gleam
Watching you energetically play was boundless joy you’d supply
Your fur softer than anything we’ve ever felt or seen
At night you'd jump up and sprawl out across our bed
Your tail wagging a few more times as we scratched your ears
Dreams of the day’s fun-filled adventures filling your head
We were by your side to pet you if fireworks awakened you in fear
You were a guardian so fierce and would stand your ground
But life cast a dark shadow and suddenly you grew so weak
Sometimes battles blindside us when they come around
This fight was too tough for us and the climb far too steep
Cancer unexpectedly and abruptly stole your vibrant flame
Now we walk these lonely trails without you feeling alone
One thing is certain our love for you will never wane
Each step we take your spirit is in the surrounding stone
You were larger than life and missing you is understated
A loyal friend who left well before his time was due
Even though the ending was bitter and the day ill-fated
We will forever miss and cherish the time we had with you
Categories:
blindside, missing,
Form:
Quatrain
(unsettled conscience beckons expunging)
Upon espying aesthetically pleasing lass
(considerably younger than me),
middle aged ma'am, or classy older woman
impetuousness overtakes rationality
courting acquaintanceship constituting
aforementioned type female
these premature ejaculations
blindside yours truly
upon comfort level
of unfamiliar lady recipient,
(especially years gone by
with then young daughters in tow)
oft times lacked conscientious wherewithal,
how embarrassing offspring felt
at their buffoon papa appearing,
intimating, kickstarting... rapport
at first blush evincing politesse,
yet keen eldest progeny
adept to discern in apropos overture,
despite being well mannered
couched foray, an unconscious insinuation
discerned, hinted, leveraged...
unspoken ulterior motive,
yet honest to dog overt blurting
complement toward veritable stranger
essentially, intrepidly, overtly...
stated genuine pleasantry
attempting to recoup losses
from utterly abysmal
socially withdrawn adolescence
could easily be interpreted
as sexual innuendo
(particularly witnessed by
acutely perceptive first born),
whose reverence, asper in this dada
plummeted, especially cuz
similar instances occurred,
where ambiguity
to formulate unfavorable conclusion
tacked on her growing
list of gripes against dada
loosely analogous to Martin Luther,
whereby his “95 Theses,”
which propounded two central beliefs -
the Bible and central religious authority -
humans may reach salvation only
by their faith and not by their deeds -
was to spark Protestant Reformation,
which essentially kindled
figurative fuel to the fire
incrementally cleaving paternal dotage
undesirable, no matter Pedophilia
never goaded what in mine mind
amounted proving daring do,
since suppressed infatuations
decades past, this then
extremely reclusive knew
nothing about powder milk biscuits
to give shy people the strength
they need to get up and
do what needs to be done.
Thus, an apologia without exception,
whether or not these words seen to deux
darling daughters, plus
other gals who experienced discomfort
at innocuous attempt
to get linkedin with
whirling wide webbing of women.
Categories:
blindside, analogy, cute, memory, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Blame not the sun for daze that fires,
Echo the feel of joy that grows;
Yield that sure pun as wit now sires,
Opt thoughts that heal with jest that shows;
Name your own spice with laughter clear,
Dream upon dream of health each day.
Blindside odd vice with love right here,
Live your fine stream in visual play;
Unfurl fond zest with cheer that floods,
Notice the light where shadows flee;
Dance jazzy fest in surge of blood,
Emerge with sights that come to be;
Rouse up bold writes as love moves flight,
Set sacred cites in waves most bright.
Leon Enriquez
11 April 2017
Singapore
Categories:
blindside, change,
Form:
Sonnet