Best Bourse Poems
Wish I was a poet, and got well paid
for poems writ whilst wearing suede
and drinking lots ‘n' lots of claret,
in a well-appointed Paris garret
My publisher would love me true,
and pay my rent, when overdue,
so I wouldn't sleep on Montmartre streets
and get under decent people's feets
I'd get well drunk and laid a lot,
(I heard poets do, more oft than not)
and choose, with numbers from a jar,
mam'selles to coucher with each soir.
Les dames Francaises would think me clever
‘cause root and boot are words I'd never
correlate. But sometimes Paris Bourse,
I'd rhyme with sexual intercourse.
And what if, for every verse I penned,
I got a hot brand-new best friend?
I wonder how long could I last,
in a life I led that blazing fast?
My real life's, in truth, synonymous
with being next best to anonymous,
but I suppose that it might be much worse,
had I to catch an early hearse.
AN UGLY VISITOR, CORONA VIRUS
We have an ugly visitor;
Corona Virus is his name.
He's prowling like a predator
With an aim to devour or maim.
He disregards every convention.
Schools, airlines,... he shuts down;
Doctors are in his line of elimination
As he locks down town after town!
Countries are wearied from burying people.
Caterpillars are full time grave diggers.
Coffins in a grave are multiple.
Little attention is paid to mourners!
He's the newsmaker of the year,
If there is still such a thing!
For indeed different times are here;
It's a new world of Corona's making!
He found people living in peace,
At least peace as we' had come to know it.
Being, as he is, a life changing disease,
He despoiled in a manner rabied!
"Everyone has to stay at home,
Then the virus will not travel!
No spectators for any sort of game
Or sitting at a bar with a liquor bottle!"
He cares little about national pride.
He looks down upon local wars
Or the special day of a bride!
He shuts down both bank and bourse!
Corona has eclipsed every concern:
Major issues are whitewashed!
How food for your children you will earn
Is rendered insignificant and quashed!
"Call the intelligent men of the land!
Let them cast their lots and tell
When this distress is going to end!
Bring all tools this curse to quell!"
It's been ten months and there's still no cure
Except the recommended hygiene methods.
Governments and institutions must procure
Personal protection and nutrition needs.
The world is hoping for a vaccine,...
Earnestly hoping for a miracle:
That the journey to a medicine
May indeed prove a shorter cycle!
Maybe Corona will make us one:
Oriental, Caucasian, African, all one race,
And all the living under the sun,
Might learn to have a little more grace!
on Earth’s circumvallate
he would be laid,
lifeless upon the lap
of his Mother
and on that day would be named
now and forevermore,
God’s Gether… for in that day
are all tears gathered
look at them, and fear
the things to come, think
ever deeper now, and greet
this mourning, hear nature asking
where, oh where, is he, who
as our companion, travelled(3)
all space-time freed of human form
and feminine traits, and he
self-named his essence, I-EAGLE-TWO…
in memory of his father
mystery of womb, wind, sky, and
slaughter; held in that “eye” of awe
as the sunflower’ diurnal motion
laying openly upon the roof
of this world, ever watching down
calling gently to those “friends”
and his enemies, laughing hauntingly
at the latter’ lathering fear filled sweats
as this “(????????)”,
have you yet guessed this guest?
at day’s dusk, and then again
by dawn’s redeeming draw
his reach is long, and into and through
your minds he roams, teasing your thoughts
twisting your faux beliefs
as does Loki shift from witch to fly
and consumes your roasted heart
he, is that warrior’ bathed
master of that “Fifth Discipline”
“fostering aspiration” in the minds that seek
developing “reflective conversation”
between the strong and meek
and through a universal rapport
promotes “understanding complexity”
“Systems thinking”
this is his drinking water’ brine
at his stand beyond,
as “Keeper of the Western Gate”,
within this universal bourse,
upon those “circles of causality”
he lends his hand to those who can
to those who cannot, his whist
he scends upon their brows,
and boy! is it ever steamy!
beaming out similes and hyperboles
and itchy knees to his and hers,
theirs and those, whose noses know
the profound truth is fast approaching
critically fast, that blue
heated mass of spiritual essence
that was promised to all of earth’s children
that this “center” of the sun will come
returning “hell” to earth to render
those who earned their promised whipping
for tipping life in their favor
so, do look towards your sun,
focus in upon that inner aye
and glimpse your own future’s butcher
and do fear what was foretold to be…
by Michaelw1two
Thinking’s challenge is to weigh,
all of one’s life substance;
quandary thus, illogical fuss,
which blinds the mind's acutance;
adscititiously into thoughts bleed,
vitiated indurate boastance;
corrumpable sequella fortuity,
each thought, is truth’s desistance.
Retrospectively choices trial,
stands outside an untidy purport;
merycism seeps beneath one’s deep,
questions mythical adhort;
ex postfacto, pride’s precious précis,
ideas from ideals besort;
denouement cryptic episode,
Sphinges contend, issue alamort.
Sapience elusive rapture,
most minds need bethink acology;
humanity’s Id mulled,
without reference to a doctor of alethiology;
furgacious notions, become the norm,
arguments chime atheology;
Toison d’ or, parley prewar,
else high angels deem eschatology!
Medullary substance rare,
within rabid beings Tour de force;
coarctation, indeed strangulation,
dire result for living's bourse;
Nationalism's agenda, wiled racist theme,
keeps élan’s cry hoarse;
emasculation, Republican dream;
equates rule of thumb perforce.
Contemplative ideas abound,
behind the veil of Arriere Pensee;
insinuation to middle class,
jokes on all, laity economic refugee;
elucidation simplistic, vote for change,
or be laissez-faire etouffee;
sublevation, certifiable eminency,
party GOP national expellee!
Jan 2010
The ammunition greased casings pepper skull and cross lovely bones,
lightening speedily deals mortal blow persons unaware,
the final minutes/seconds of lives leased
shorn of existence, and akin to sheared sheep, this case
targeted ambushed ewe mon souls permanently fleeced
instantaneously cut short sealed mortality fate upon Avast group ceased
to exist as happy go lucky men, women and/or children
from most fearsome beast.
Instantaneous re: within the blink and/or flickr survive
er eyed, and former gallivanting live
capitalone progressive pinterest ting human con hive
ving to collide with hulu hooping unwittingly accompanying jive
vin track hewed by quick draw mcgraw holster
sending dead riders to final resting place.
Ribald exhortations and allegiance gifted who usher bereave
ment, where demise of existence experiences a field day,
whence microbes gorge viz Philabundance, while next of kin grieve
incalculable loss forsaken, whence emptiness doles bleakness
upon grim outlook that doth leave tears, brought per spilt blood and sweat
tallying cost, no miracle whipped lifeless ones can survivors retrieve.
Mortal kombat rues unfathomable payless Priceline Bourse
induces adrenaline to course thru melee,
where iron maidens sprint non selfie ish
lee to safer outlook, where moments of pain force
besiege collective asylum seekers indulge gorse
faux Joyus fancyfeast er vanityfair, whence sorrow loosed like a wild horse
diehard fanatic (attired inconspicuously like
dishabille schlepper of an outlier) source
index finger clutch released high-powered voluminous ammunition
murderous mass homicidal rates get worse.
Netzero escape those unfairly killed ceaselessly year after year
undeclared warfare,
whereby killer coolly unleashes fusillade veer
ring out the barrel to tear
whole community fabric, blithely empty lethal munitions truckload to spare.
Mind murky mire
Sense special sire
Free fleeting fire
Fresh funds fashion
Aim attraction
Mind moves mention
Why wrestle words write?
Clever charm cites
Busty blooms bite
See sunshine sway
Dance deer dear day
Prompt puzzle play
Mind moves magic
Thrill things tragic
Speak signs static
Be beyond bourse
Stay sexy source
Calm crunchy course
Play passing pay
Live laughing lay
Sooth sighing say
Voice vexing verse
Opt odd observe
Thrill timely terse
Leon Enriquez
10 Apr 2014
Singapore
Sinister is the staircase -
the light switch out of reach.
How could my eye find way,
differ honor and breach?
Head dashed against the walls
and lurching I lost course.
Lead these stairs up or down?
Mind like an empty bourse.
Sweet voices call my name
from heaven and from hell
But how do they vary?
Both sound so tempting well.
I will regret my step
wherever I will go:
This step the fall or raise
of my own heart will show.
Confused and blind I seize
the stairway of my life.
Doubts and fears and worries
come only to be rife.
Ere my legs turned jelly
my last cry was for help.
I lost my way and light -
Lord, hear my desperate yelp!
pyaasa (thirsty) – for guru dutt
i’ll have none of it
the glittering vulgarity on crude display
puffed-up egos wrapped in vacuum-sealed packs
adorning the sterile aisles of shining malls with their endless racks
i’ll have none of it
the broken & battered souls swept up in the tide
of holidays by the sea & drinks on the ninth hole of the course
deaf to all cries & whimpers but for the closing bell of the bourse
i’ll have none of it
the endless parades of ostentatious pomp & raucous laughter
deadened spirits aspiring for nothing more than an unquenchable greed
haughtily trampling the ‘other’ in the crass pursuit of what next desire to feed
i’ll have none of it
the willful silence of the privileged few among the numberless many
so eloquently articulate & quick-witted in hour upon hour of polite chatter
yet mute & shushed by sips of chivas when the raging war outside doesn’t matter
i’ll have none of it
none of this nauseating mockery & none of this reeking sham
i’ll have none of it for i was there once & lapped up the vulgarity of it all
i’ll have none of it now, though, so you may as well put me up against the wall
i’ll have none of it now for i was there once & soaked in that intoxicating air
i’ll have none of it now, though, so if tonight i sleep forever, i’ll be the last one to care
(for guru dutt-saab, 1925 - 1964)
The New York Exchange is located on Wall Street.
Here in Lower Manhattan, business people meet.
Between opening and closing bells in each day’s course,
millions of corporate shares are traded on this bourse.
As company equities change hands on the Big Board,
investors from all over seek to reap their reward.
Whenever there are more participants who buy,
the prices of company stocks can go quite high.
Some large fortunes can be made when “buy” is the word.
Then it is a question of common or preferred.
However, when orders are coming in to sell,
falling stock prices to some people can be hell.
Do not always panic if bad occurs here.
Handsome rewards can come to those who persevere.
There is always that “quick killing” people want to see.
Those things are more fiction than fact, unfortunately.
Making money can be a true realization.
You must be in for the long run, not speculation.
Seek the successful firms for capitalization.
Knowledge and patience are what all people should know.
If you want to gamble, go to a casino.
Beneath the fabled, innocent and polished mind
In a tinderbox wrapped up by an askant beldam’s hand
Above an unmarked grave that is welcoming, rather kind
A pair of eyes noticed a hue in the dunes of white sand.
Nom de Dieu! Shall we move forward as I amn’t uncivil,
Scarcely having been crude or a tad coarse,
Do not trap me in the cyclone of this swivel,
Do not tempt me with a sale on a second-grade bourse.
A gauche tongue displayed a tonne of venom
Is it just a gene that could not have kept it shut?
There is nothing more that destroys a character plenum
There is no pain anymore that felt like a punch in the gut.
Ohh Helen, this time a polemic won’t start a war
I originate in my own omphalos, in silence and solitude,
Driven by sheer desire to wear nothing more
Then my pallium until my last prelude.
Rejection Slips 4
Editor's Notes
by Michael R. Burch
Eat, drink and be merry
(tomorrow, be contrary).
( and complain
in bad refrain,
but please, not till I'm on the plane!)
Write no poem before its time
(in your case, this means never).
Linger over every word
(by which, I mean forever).
By all means, read your verse aloud.
I'm sure you'll be a star
(and just as distant, when I'm gone);
your poems are beauteous (afar).
Less Heroic Couplets: Rejection Slip
by Michael R. Burch
pour Melissa Balmain
Whenever my writing gets rejected,
I always wonder how the rejecter got elected.
Are we exchanging at the same Bourse?
(Excepting present company, of course!)
I consider the term “rejection slip” to be a double entendre. When editors reject my poems, did I slip up, or did they? Is their slip showing, or is mine?
Ode to Postmodernism, or, Bury Me at St. Edmonds!
by Michael R. Burch
"Bury St. Edmonds—Amid the squirrels, pigeons, flowers and manicured lawns of Abbey Gardens, one can plug a modem into a park bench and check e-mail, files or surf the Web, absolutely free."—Tennessean News Service. (The bench was erected free of charge by the British division of MSN, after a local bureaucrat wrote a contest-winning ode of sorts to MSN.)
Our post-modernist-equipped park bench will let
you browse the World Wide Web, the Internet,
commune with nature, interact with hackers,
design a virus, feed brown bitterns crackers.
Discretely-wired phone lines lead to plugs—
four ports we swept last night for nasty bugs,
so your privacy's assured (a threesome's fine)
while invited friends can scan the party line:
for Internet alerts on new positions,
the randier exploits of politicians,
exotic birds on web cams (DO NOT FEED!) .
The cybersex is great, it's guaranteed
to leave you breathless—flushed, free of disease
and malware viruses. Enjoy the trees,
the birds, the bench—this product of Our pen.
We won in with an ode to MSN.
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Ask for clear poise
Begin with choice
Charm works fond voice
Etch a kind face
Apply fine grace
See beyond space
Yield happy place
Achieve your prime
Believe sure rhymes
Conceive good times
End what you start
Align firm heart
Sense joy that arts
Yield to fond parts
Apt as the light
Be brave and bright
Calm feels so right
Effect sure cause
Abide straight course
Speak joy's sure bourse
Yes glide across
Ask just to be
Beauty you see
Cheer that sets free
Leon Enriquez
19 January 2015
Singapore
Etch profound gaze upon these shores,
Zest feeds courage beyond mere chance;
Ask to know maze and grow some more,
Grow sound message to greet the dance.
Do with fond feel with focus grand,
Dream funds appeal as firm strokes blend;
Obsess pure will to sparkle trends.
Truth has sure say in what may be,
Feel and live then that burning fire;
Echo each day sure pulse set free,
Love knows just when fate meets desire.
Work well the fate in your own hands,
Expect due date to bless you friend,
Yes dare to plate what practice sends.
Note that sure flair in touch that traps,
Allow each gate to ease pretence;
Use each affair to seed thought wrap,
Keep clear of hate that hurts your sense.
Effect true cause in what springs due,
Exult bold course with profound hues;
Live that sure bourse as thought floods cue.
Will that pure zest to work your best,
Offer to be the dream come true;
Notice dream quest that sums your fest,
Know what you see to be just you.
Leon Enriquez
30 March 2016
Singapore
Fate hurls a sway
Through night and day
To fling a play
Play forms in kind
A state of mind
In sanguine finds
Finds that we make
Can fashion stake
In norms we take
Take funds a cause
In poise and course
That bear a bourse
Bourse in due time
Can set the chimes
To pact and mime
Mime in sure steps
Can forge a map
Or set a trap
Trap can contain
Our hollow strains
In empty gains
Gains can be lost
In fate we toss
To rid the moss
Leon Enriquez
23 November 2014
Singapore
Journey Journal Page
LOVE
By Leon Enriquez
Love owns my heart
Where hope finds start
As faith moves art
Love wears a face
So full of grace
In time and space
~~~~~~~~~
Love is the way
To live each day
In work and play
Love is a gift
That now uplifts
The lore you sift
~~~~~~~~~
Love ever binds
What heart here finds
True peace of mind
Love and love more
Upon these shores
With lavish stores
~~~~~~~~~
Love comes to call
To one and all
In sweet and gall
Love knows your name
In life’s fond game
Now just the same
~~~~~~~~~
Love shows the way
Through night and day
As kind grace stays
Love ever styles
Moments worthwhile
With lovely smiles
~~~~~~~~~
Love anchors thought
As feelings slot
Act in calm lot
Love funds all chimes
In space and time
As echoes rhyme
~~~~~~~~~
Love shows up here
Bright atmosphere
Now crystal clear
Love shapes all stuff
So learn to laugh
More than enough
~~~~~~~~~
Love sparkles fest
In journey quest
As zeal marks zest
Love keeps each face
In sacred space
With fond embrace
~~~~~~~~~
Love charts the course
Of profound cause
In life’s stern bourse
Love channels hope
To help us cope
As faith sculpts scope
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
01 June 2023
Singapore