Best Chap Poems
There was once a chap of a zoological crew
And he got always plenty to do
One day he was prey
Nothing else more to say
So ended the fellow's life in the zoo
There was an old chap from Calcutta,
Who bought a new wood as a putter.
‘A bogey?’ he coughed.
‘This green isn’t soft -’
And swallowed a ball in mid-splutter.
For Craig’s Golf limerick contest, 31st March
The tall girl with skinned knees hair of straw
Shirley ‘the hag’
Her voice cracks when she talks
Skinny torn knees knock when she walks
She will flavor all Shirleys to come
Her face above left or right of any Shirley
When the hag skips rope
She clacks like a bag of bones
Dirty hair flops
Singing a school room tune
“The frog he would a wooing go’
It fits…….ho ho
Just wait for the rope to tangle
Frog voice break
The descent like a tinkertoy tower
Knees all mangled
Feel sorry then
When tears streak her bony face
Shirley ‘the hag’
Poor skinny baby
To the office run with broken stilts
Stumble again
Ripped to the bone maybe
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For Robert Dufresne, my humor-loving friend
I recall, bringing you home, quite small and cuddly
Bouncing around eyes flashing, ears floppy.
Your passion: chewing all and making mess around
Put your head down as you heard my foot sound.
But were my security guard in my old age
Barking at each of passer-by in rage.
When I had hard days at work, you waited for me
Wagging your tail to say, “Welcome, missed thee”
While I read the newspaper, you hopped on my lap
Asked nothing more than pat your head to tap.
Old age took its toll, unable to stand on your legs
Drove you last time to wet like scrambled egg
As the vet led you away, you turned and looked back
As if to say, “Thanks, for taking care, Jack”
I will always remember you the way you were-
One lovable, huggable pile of fur.
He waits, not playing, sits all alone in heaven
For he knows his master will come leavened
I wait out in the dark and cold for hand of death
He will hear the sound; will bark, at the wreath.
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2-11-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place win
Contest: Elegy Form by Constance
* Laloo is the Indian name of my huggable pile of fur.
He's really just a tiny chap,
no bigger than a speck,
but when he sits upon your lap
it's hard Toulouse Lautrec.
Because-love exults eternally, universal
peace, and so I say Love- in its benignity ...
recuses all ... ~and perfect- and servant
in their fervent manner;- integrity,
receptivity- and amenability
illustrious and moreover
devoted in their richness,
breed thy greater influence
of peace throughout the years,
sanctifying themselves forever in
their innocence, becoming the
fortunate prize ... an altruistic
offering, and humble sacrifice,
given for all to embrace through
faith, a certain repose;- and everlasting
liberty. While- clemency, oh Thy generous
clemency, emancipates-knavery's tomfoolery,
and suggested to me, and granted as a wonderful
opportunity, grace ... is the universal proposition
dancing through time hand in hand within the arms
of love; relishing in the promotion of her deliverance,
and so I say, when this hope of my days reprieve ...
has come to pass ... beckon me on- to know
this- simple delight, and hold me in Thy
loving keep.Yes bring me Thine heavenly
Kite to greet me. Secure me there, and lay me
down then-under the assurance, and gentle
comfort of her wings. Yes raise me up ... and
hear me oh Lord in my plea I pray. (("Oh liberate
me",)) ("Carry my soul off with her to Thee".) (("Let
thy love shower-down (over me".))) So I may
embrace for myself, again, thine tender arms,
of mercy ... . Precious-tears-offered in-faith ... fall,
God-catches them places them, within His Soul's
heavenly-amphora, and with a sway of His Mighty
Hand, plucks-up His eminent-Knowledge-honed
by Holy Quill. Upright and looking strait into
His vision for us of the new day. Offers-the
many consummate opportunities riding high
on the fringe of His promise, granted in welcome.
Painting a Holy Journey,evolving amid a certain
solace and freedom. Moving on into veracious days
with Him lasting on forever. Exiting beyond higher lofts of earthly
skies and rolling lands advancing in humble reverence descending
down from the openness of the Heavens. Rewriting yet again; another-story
in person for each individual. Yes for all life; far-greater-and-even greater
still ... than the others gone before.
PAL
Pal was all waggles and wiggles loved to wrestle
He could jump his backyard fence so easily
To play with the children who loved him
Perhaps the love given on both sides that summer was enough
Perhaps I could forgive myself someday
For calling Pal across the busy street to play
But could I ever forget the thump
Pal skidding his nose
along the hot pitch street
whining desperately
Perhaps the love given on both sides would be enough
Perhaps that love would be enough for one dog’s life
this just one example of many peoples
UNFAIRLY subjected
to subservience and exempt
from enjoying the fruits of their labor.
January twelfth two thousand and ten
(original date this communique writ then
kept wedged where in no wise
bore visual witness
vis a vis near annihilation and destruction
of African, Haitian, South American, et cetera nations
whereby countless/ nameless individuals
e’en the strongest Herculean type men
crushed by humungous slabs of
building facades practically
demolishing every creation
since this island settled, which
indigenous tribes sought safety
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in any geologic den
seeking solace and salvation
from wrath of nature
by paying obeisance via oblation
perhaps giving credence to clear water
in tandem with rooster and hen
that laid a golden egg and chicken thing, especially
as encroaching savages affected violation
particularly when Europeans
foisted forfeiture of land
with primitive implement like pen
no matter that travesty, trickery, mockery,
et cetera wrought humiliation
pleading invaders to forsake
such actions that rent asunder
culture beseeched god when
these brutish, nasty
and (shortish) Hobbesian simians
to cease desecration
yet the peoples of this dominion rose
from the ashes like the phoenix like bird
no mattered genetic pool underwent
white washing from scouring influx
from western thumping proselytizers,
which alien beliefs hard to swallow like curd
basically bribery (with lustrous trinkets)
ah those coveted legal tender
upon emancipation proclamation cessation
to sell men, women and for x amount of bucks
akin to the soundcloud winged fowl clucks
foisted/ forced the unpleasant alternative
(wanton slaughter) to be clearly heard
yet within the very fiber of tropical
man grove persons patiently lined up their ducks
and declared as one of the first
African American peoples
INDEPENDENCE to be the word
whence adulation, elation, inspiration echoing
across ramshackle greensward.
~ I reckon for a time... Amid the certain proving breezes of the moment,
and underneath this ever pleasant emotion of His love given to both my
wife and children and to me, and amid the shade of my porch roof,
and in view of the wandering sky's. ~
~ For awhile I'll stay, and plant my but down right here and sit outside for a spell...
Amid His judicious graces and in view of the many tendering wooding leaf, and
many effervescent, flower bloom, and take this time and a sharpened hand
in this very simple pleasure as well and remain right here. ~
~ On this porch quietly dreaming of him! `
~ Yes for my new child, in my easy chair.
Rocking amid this simple wood...
For an honest hour with Him... ~
~ (Yes for a quiet while.)
Mmid the wonder of this glorious season,
whittling my stick. ~
~ For I reckon real soon, this time alone with Him, well it'll be all gone,
but it'll be all mine and a brighter hope for another time! ~
~ Yes a brighter hope for My family, and for me ... . another time.
On another day with God. I reckon!
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Benignity.
What is benignity?
So defined-for-me-myself!
For me it is my zest I-know now for God and life today,
my family. If it is all I can do to cherish these things. Friend
I will! I tell you I've already won! Baby's laughter reminds me ... .
Our Oreo cookie-looking-kitten named-pounce, playing in-the-
rain. How-everything from-birth has-remained so-curious to-him.
His resilience as his sister just passed, yesterday. As he lye there
with her saying goodbye. So-I-feel God-brings us to this-beauty/
goodness, when-willing, everyday. Though even-we-do,
or do-not-pray. His-arethese-things-benignity ... !
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~ and so now At last! ~
~ At last! ~
~As a sweet rejoinder to Him my soul cries
out aloud, at last, as I marvel in the benignity of my Lord. ~
~ For imparting to me,
the liberal blessing of my life ...
and for giving me His eternal assurances.
For delivering me ...
returning me to a veracious, and overt;
amenable position-of-hope-and faith in Him. ~
~Yes-for-purging-and lifting;
empowering and molding ... maturing me,
indemnifying me in His certitude,
and enduring graciously, the-horrid-penalty;
of my willful prides contumacy. ~
~ For ne’er to trammel the ambling
of my committed volition. ~
~ In the greater wisdom and grace
of their instruction I willingly did revolt
in sheer defiance before His tender eyes of mercy. ~
~ (Amid the futile campaign, (of my own bitterness.)) ~
~ Distinguishing only those weary days apart
from the welcome and gentle fervor, of His embrace;
and so, through this detachment,
and His patient hands my heart’s longing
was brought to know compassion
and to be absolvitory. ~
~ As able today and thankful to Him to see. ~
~ Of the many roads I have peregrinated down. ~
~ Illuminated upon this narrow path,
of God’s all-inclusive way. ~
~ It is all I have come to truly discern, of an aeolian peace ... ~
Truly ... .
What-an-honor, this-sweet-grace ...
perfect a righteous gift-it-is.
The day waiting patiently-in the morning,
coffee-in-hand moccasin slippers-
waking-up-to-it-the-gentle-waterfall-awaiting-me ...
cascading-into-a-shimmering-crystal-
still-fresh-rippling, gently-churning-pool-of-dreams,
the many-wonders-of an alliterate life.
Breathing ... breathtaking-to be sure-it-is-a-chore-itself ...
it-takes-time.
Round and round-a throw-down-
in-and-out-tic-tock-goes the clock-
knock-it-down-drag-it out-
though-it-may-be-a-crucial, bloody,
treacherous seemingly listless brutal ...
bruising, got beaten-up-again, lowdown hoedown-
gasping-for air-sometimes-
discouraging ... kind of-a-thing ... .
Sill-so-it-gets-up-early-raring-to-go,
continues fighting ...
with mercy in hand-
forgiveness-taken-into-the-battle with-it,
it-can't be-lost.
Can't be lost.
Tender tales tall tell-timely
in-earnest the-fervency ... divinity-relevancy,
reality of-the-story.
Stars shine-cast-their-beauty-liberally ...
sheen's of glassy rays-of-overt light-
sparkle-freely-in-their delight-
under-the-moon-laughter ...
fills the-night ... .
Swallows in their benignity ...
wade about puff-up-full-and-billow ...
shadow's in their whimsy way,
cast their welcoming ...
in-the-warming,
as the weeping tree weeps.
Cool-pools shallow of-crystal-rock-and-alabaster-sands
promote their-gentle fondness upon the pond floor.
Kindred the swallows in-their-promise,
beauty-benignity ...
in-the-moonlight-they-are one with love,
and running felicitous ...
touched by the union
follows closely the dove ...
divinity has found a home.
Liberty residing-evolving-
evermore-abounding well-
beside desire,
the heart-makes-haste.
Peace stakes its claim in faith,
in-the-Son's-glorious-arrival, abandon,
absolution, return.
Cast-about-in-the gesture,
blowing-free-in the wind growing-
abundantly like the humming bird-
sipping on wild-honey-dripping-
fresh-in-the-rising Summer-Sun ... .
Splashing-onto dew-drops-
glistening as you-know-
they always do lying upon lilac-
flower petals, dandelions-
growing even-more-
elaborate-carried along-
with-the-blueberry-
cakes-popcorn-soda-
I've-just-consumed ... .
I had to leave work early, in the middle of the day,
I had a bad headache, that wouldn't go away.
I laid down at home, stretching my feet out,
I'd feel better soon, of that I had no doubt.
I thought I was asleep, but then I felt a hand,
Someone pulling me, helping me to stand.
As I blinked my eyes, trying to clearly see,
I felt like I was floating, as light as could be.
As things came into focus, I thought it was a dream,
What I saw before me was not what it would seem.
I stood outside a gate, within a massive wall,
Imagination put me here, no earthly place at all.
Oft I've pictured this, striding through that gate,
To a Home Eternal, in God's Heavenly Estate.
"One more time won't hurt", I said within my mind;
"Why not stroll right in, and see what I can find"?
As I tried to walk, through that gate so white,
I found I couldn't move, something wasn't right.
It was about now, I noticed my right hand,
Was holding to another, and beside me he did stand.
"Well, this is how dreams work", I smiled inwardly,
This time I'd have a guide, someone to escort me.
Now I felt in my right palm, a warmth began to rise,
We floated toward the gate, to my complete surprise.
Upon this gate of Pearl, an Angel stood so tall,
Watching all who enter, whether great or small.
Then, I noticed as well, many others passing by,
As more and more detail, began to fill my eye.
Soon I saw above the gate in letters wide and high,
A name God gave each perfect gate, this one was Levi.
Again I felt the hand in mine, a grip both sure and strong,
Absently I realized we were floating right along.
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The-
start of a
new freedom-
is the simple vision
of Hope for all, of God. The
one prudence born, of the fruitful meditation
of His soul, softly, and simply, spoken. The tender
desire, found through the weary eyes ... the one
sweet emotion awaiting the humbled soul that has
been made certain, and is willing, and ready to remain,
now and forever open. For the willing heart lays open to
what struggle and strife this life, may bring, for the willing
are patient and aware of the awesome blessings that will come,
in this certain time of opportunity. For freedom for all is granted by
God and given the eyes to see the great passion of His Heart, rising and
forever evolving in the emotion of this Grace, and is brought through Gods
Hope to rise to this position, all through a life lived openly for all, and for the
one, and is seen to be one love sown in peace. The one condition of His that
is sown openly for all the soul, through the standard and goodness of Jesus'
peaceful words of mercy, found in the steady advance and revealed moreover,
in the nature of this, His devotion for all, shown through the perfection of His love
in faith ... and so, freedom is found, and does rest in measure, solely upon
the given surrender, the complete abandon to be found within the open
heart of the broken ... will ... so it is a willing devotion ... given the very
sight this season to see ... and the mind to dream. To take a jaunt upon
the merry winds of this gracious opportunity. For the peaceful pardon
and certain reasoning for this season ... is the one blessing given and
given for all ... of the Fathers foremost desire, seen by me now to be
the perfect love offered here to me as well, moving through the spirit
of His wayward hopes emotion. The tender grace ... born of His chance,
and granted for all, and so it is intended to be, a simple adaptation, alive
and well and abundantly thriving, within the heart of a new born child. To
be alone, picked up by Him and swept away, alive and wandering free.
Tossed about and around within the hands of the many winds of peace,
and so away goes the gentle chipper leaf, sent adrift, and amid the fall,
apart from the day of the perfect warmth shown to him in the beauty
and simpler days of his youth.
SPRING CHAP GOH MEI
Subtle spring fest as earth awakes,
Prompt thus the surge of vibrant feel;
Rich flavours nest in ample takes,
Intense the urge of nature's will;
Note how joy hurls such fragrant times,
Glimpses of grace moves fertile soil.
Calm vivid swirls accord warm chimes,
Here in clear trace busy hands toil;
Abide fond cheer wise touch of hope,
Peace spreads a glow of poignant truth.
Gain worthwhile spheres as love sculpts scope,
Observe the flow of visual truth;
Health now flings tints of blessings grand.
Meet precious voice in wholesome space,
Embrace bright spring that fashions trends;
Imprints of poise now syncs kind grace.
Leon Enriquez
26 February 2018
Singapore
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(Note: The words "Chap Goh Mei" is a
phrase in the Chinese dialect Hokkien,
and means "Fifteenth Night" of the 1st
Lunar month in Spring, when the
Chinese New Year begins.)
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Oh Spirit of Love; lost ... far, and apart; away from any abundant freedom,
genuinely aeolian, without-You, soiled, sick, dying-naked cold alone-lost, this is all
of me broken of-heart; everything I can-give, here I am, please, pick-me-up
embrace me carry me onward upon this awakening.
Gentle lullaby of truth so divine my Sweet Phonation of Grace Faithful Father,
Keeper of all Your Words Holy; e'er, Regal, Valiant; Just ... . Brilliant Morning-
Sunshine excuse-Yourself as judge in view of my-irreverence complete; (blind) ...
uphold me in this hope; welcome me in Your warmth move me along further than-
ever-alone, could I.
Befriend me shower-Your-light, all the way-down, into the barren; valley ...
of-my-soul. Wash-me relieve me of my retched self, that I may begin ...
(for You only to live).
(Yes Lover, of my life (clothe-me)) cover me moreover in this certainty))),
find me well within Your mercy illuminated high, upon the beauty; of Your gape.
So ... that being-restored, entire, delivered (in all my joy secured there in
Peace through You for the remainder of my days, here ... and beyond);
I know it will be then; for me, when received, in true liberty ... Your
perfect comfort (my soul ... may eternally abide-with-You,
in rest).
and as I Ponder-
anything-acquired-monetarily,
is but momentary ... . ~
~ In surrendering everything of oneself
to The-Almighty, the-certain-peace-and-
joy; the-liberty attained thereafter;
is-a gift; everlasting ... ! ~
~ So when to ponder this life and my position,
and my importance and priority amid the essence of life,
the vision. A broader idea one in nature to picture and open and one righteous,
of the one ever prominent and freely given, permanent fixture? (I do now believe,)
to answer this one question of three. A question of three, and one more and better of a
proposition of the same kind must there be. So for when to ask myself? I know it depends,
on what foundation do I stand upon, and where does my treasure lie,
and in whom do I place these visions of all my hope? Before when to pass on,
I'm brought to lay my tired soul on down to rest in peace forever,
within the open arms, of God...? ~