Best Detour Poems
On this soft autumn evening all is still
The moon drifts over clouds that gently flow
Bequeathing through us humbleness and thrill.
To fade in its mild hour of afterglow.
And somehow I have thought about our dream
Where skies can look into my heart and feel;
This vow of love will never die, but gleam
Until life ends, embracing time’s ordeal.
Forever then we'll walk the endless strands
That tugs along this sail , my river’s quest,
Where seagulls wheel above the pearly sands
Beyond the twirling curves far to the west.
Yes, love is ever faithful, always pure
Till heaven greets me in my last detour.
English Sonnet Contest of Janice Canerdy
11/3/2016
Carefree childhood
School days
Wedding Day
Beautiful girls
Creative seamstress
Met soul mate
Daily Joy
Togetherness
Forever after
Cancer
Detour...
broken glass
detour ahead
lights flashing
Children of all ages
Assemble for dazzle;
Forget anxious concerns
Circus in town
Clowns and mimes;
Kaleidoscope dazzles
Monkey on a bike
Acrobatic antics;
Ringside music buzz
Magical tricks
Pretty babe disappears;
Misdirection pops
Curious eyes wonder
Awesome entertainment;
Anxiety put on hold
Desire ploughs
Work day posits;
Return on investment
Firm strategy
Business start-up;
Sales lagging
High wire stroll
Balancing act;
Crowd in awe
Fund your fun
Be aware;
Pleasure costs
Leon Enriquez
28 Apr 2014
Singapore
Waves of sadness wash over me like the tide.
We had a love so bright, and now I’m empty inside.
They say you can’t go back in time,
But I would go back when our love was still sublime.
Divorce is like mourning the death of someone close,
And now that person is like an unfamiliar ghost.
Weeks go by and you think you are doing okay,
But really you are just keeping the memories at bay.
I finally see the flowers after the summer rain,
And I realize life still holds joy, and not just pain.
God has a new life for me, of that I am sure.
This is a bump in the road… life’s grand detour.
Our life together is now a closed door,
And I have other new adventures to explore.
I can laugh again now, and forget my distress,
Because deep down I know that I am still blessed.
3/24/16
When a Door Closes Contest
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Awarded 2nd Place
Ageing means no turning back the clock
And the road ahead is an uncertain path
Upside is you can drive a chair that rock
Shriek streak freak rambling psychopath
Reedited: 2:27 p.m.
4/1/2021
Florida
USA
Dreary dream dies
Entice each eye
Trust truth to tie
Opt open orbs
Use unbinds urge
Reach rides research
Do discern dare
Eat egg éclair
Thrill tragic trounce
Observe odd ounce
Unfurl unveil
Ride roomy rail
Dote deep desire
Etch end empire
Troubles trim top
Old options opt
Urge unzips use
Ripe rapid ruse
Demand dotes dear
Echoes endear
Telling truth times
Open outlines
Undo unsound
Romp reasons round
Defy dense dare
End effort ere
Touch tensile toil
Oblige old oil
Urgent upswing
Rhymes roar right ring
Leon Enriquez
26 Mar 2014
Singapore
sixth of six children my parents conceived I was second to survive
written 26 Aug 2020
Road construction ahead. Another pending relationship. Potentially harmless. A fly stuck to the windshield. Its smashed body meaning as much as the life it once had. Just past the corpse the sign comes into view: "Detour" The break up begins. No apologies, no explanations. Just maybe the wind.. it passes, taking no sides. Beyond the sign is a graveyard, holding silence. Holding the hands on a clock. Holding back all but that wind.
Like minded pathos
personification guild
elucidation
Going awol when needed the most
Choosing truancy
an uncaring ghost
Stealing my voice
In your offhanded way
Invalidating the least little thing I might say or twist it untill the true meaning gave way
And when you discovered I would not break
there was no route too low to take
A monstrous ego fed at my expense
the kick at my lowest brought pleasure immense
One thing I could count on without a doubt
When I needed a champion you'd deliver a lout
Standing alone at a funeral,as you greeted mourners front row, when asked you said
It's the very least one man could do for another
Not taking for a moment into account the deceased my very own brother
The list could go on I don't care to recall
The what wheres and when how I came to feal small
Till one day it came down to me or you
I had to choose me I saw that and do
With eyes unblinking I stare at what is decidedly clear
You really don't care for me at all
And I no longer wish to be here
I am an interchangable part a service provider at best
Sex service and supply I failed the unpassable test
I had to be a failure so you could feal a success
your greatest source of pleasure seeing me under duress
I hate this for you truely I do
but I hate it for me even more
lets be perfect strangers now as we happily were before
Like a child losing eye-spy something beginning with a...
perhaps... No... No ! i lie... that thing with a 'P' -
the past... it's not at all dark and distant dreaming
they just change the target - it's not what its seeming,
"Look... look - they got me / they shot me."
Last year, right now or in the morning -
all the time, just a different space, like a three-in-one place.
Eye-spy the holy trinitye, exactly so
the white-clad father begot the bloody son,
who, once spent and done
released his light spirit as surely as black night
ejected illuminating day,
for the past to birth a brilliant, busy present
to slow-breathe a still-misted future.
And we, humbled in the mud,
badly believing the impossibility of sameness
(thrilling and cheating at the eye-spy gameness)
shout : "Look... look... this time it's different !"
No... No ! we lie... that thing with a 'P' -
you name it with your mouth, i'll call it to your ear
all the way down the remembered shadows
of every bristled, notched, forgotten year.
We end where we begin, on our backs staring up
at yesterday's shining light, and,
as we slowly lose our sight,
lose the final eye-spy game,
like memories in a tarnished frame,
motives, movements, moments stride purposely 'round.
Still we talk without sound,
where we walk without friends
and cry our love away.
Lives lost to time filled with detours.
Being with you for over 8 years,
has had it's share of smiles and tears.
But now a collision of principle,
and dealing with it is difficult.
Why are we both so stubborn?
From our mistakes we never learn.
A long detour of what lies ahead,
Is there another way to go on with life, instead of being left for dead?
It's hard for me to remember the bad things that have put me on my knees,
out of respect for you I must make my peace.
Can you be honest with yourself and understand how much I love you?
Not perverted by others point of view.
I know I can't make you change your mind or your heart,
just remember it was you who sought me out from the start.
Maybe you saw something in me that was different from everyone else.
Whatever your reasons were then, Do you feel mistaken?
Have these 8 years been a dream from which we've finally waken?
No road left to take
Hold on, keep going strong
There's way out to make.
"You don't belong here!"
They said.
They doubted the authenticity
Of my identity.
Black night bade me come in,
Provided I sang a song.
Paroxysms of regret filled my song;
The monotonous song from my ektara.
It was a parody of how the sun rises;
And zoetropically sets.
To unveil the black night.
It felt as though the pants had been
Yanked right off my melancholy.
The polka dot boxers underneath
Were memories, regrets and yearnings.
They were scattered like foreign coins
On the side walk and
Not even beggars could pick them up
For they were worthless in that country,
Corresponding to nothing but themselves.
To be righteously indignant and selfish,
Black night taught me.
My packing paraphernalia converged
In the room where I kept the tune of my
Monotonous song and soundless ektara.
My host though bright and caring,
Had hidden many truths from my soul
For fear it would be broken further.
I pulled the pants of pride up
My melancholy and gathered my shekels.
I shuffled off into the next chapter of life,
An instructive detour complete.
Black night wiped off my invisible tears.
Black night was a knight in white
But unrighteous in his cause which he
Veneered behind a triad to give it colour.
Black night bade me come in,
Provided I sang a song.
Paroxysms of regret filled my song;
The monotonous song from my ektara.
As I struck its string
Black night nodded his head
As if enjoying the sound of my sorrow.
Black night deceived me!