Best Happenings Poems
Upon tiptoes
I reach up to the skies
Stretch,stretch
beyond the everyday norms
the routines of life
that shackle my mind
crush imagination&
and creativity
Begone
boredom's barrier to the new
awake
arise ideas& fly free
on imagination's
unfettered wings
blown to &forth
settle where you will
Ignite inspiration's delight
tonight
release yearning
quench the fire
be still.
| Year Posted 2010 (edited to my open format)
What happened yesterday
Is in the past,
Gone away.
What happened tomorrow
No-one knows
Joy or sorrow.
What happened today
Tomorrow I will say
One thing I am sure
Now or when
Will always follow
What happened then.
URAN'S WILLY
Taking sides in discussions holily
About whether Uran used his willy
Means you're trapped in their game -
Either side is the same:
Cock distracts, cash departs, crowd stays silly.
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I wot of maifaire said the man where people sell
Upon the green where are leafy boughed trees seen
There stand thegen; reeve; and fat geese lay, there
People do sport and horses neigh
Just follow down the earthen track
you will see it where
the colored buntings flap.'
Wow so this is Mayfair the tourist said, place of
Bustle place of style, of well paved streets place
Of happening and moment , Its great to see the glitz and glitter the glazed iced Cakes and Impersonal titter; the endless roar of fervid hordes
Here is everything man adores.' Its so fullfillng
Its really grand to think I stand on such august
a spot just an Iowa man.'
I'm already feeling the culture seep in, I'll return
Home more like Milton I can feel it in my skin.'
In the service yord of a Mayfair hotel people huddle
Homless almost hopeless craving warmth they lay
Under slate or skies of blue its all the same
The pavement is hard whatever the weather they find
Five years you must live near; around or a place
Will not be yours 'never mind' it was David Cameron
Who gifted them so, and it was not expensive I have
Been informed tis a most baneful woe'
Morning newsprint
Wet soaking rain;
Bleak news today
~~~~~~~~~
Play school kids
Stare as I pass;
Curious eyes follow
~~~~~~~~~
New age cakery here
Exquisite creations;
Addictive morsels
~~~~~~~~~
Beggar in rags
Face soiled and weary;
Pleads for a meal
~~~~~~~~~
Our society is well-fed
Yet the poor abound;
Poverty of all sorts
~~~~~~~~~
Molasses and coconut cream
Desserts that enchant;
Another round please
~~~~~~~~~
Evening rain pours
Run for cover;
Temporary refuge
~~~~~~~~~
Worst case scenario
Business venture fails;
Try again later
~~~~~~~~~
Cheers!
One for the road;
Beery ways steer
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
11 February 2015
Singapore
Perchance, happenstance, my sailor found me
as I arrived (a package deal) but I stole his heart
and wouldn’t share, though some so-and-so tried.
She’s lucky she’s still alive. Thankfully my sailor
couldn’t be bribed. He was revived, not villified,
by my return. He told me all about so-and-so.
I said so-what, we had just met, no big deal.
But I didn’t know she’d hide behind rocks, at the end
of our dates, ga-ga-ing over him. Her glasses brim
with puppy loving, but I stole his heart. It was around
my neck so she couldn’t find it. Kick to the curb,
so-and-so, you're so outta there. Really “out there!”
My Prince, thus nicknamed, brought me to a movie,
first base - ahem…I mean on base. We kissed,
we missed what was playing in the dark. He took
my hand as our lips played like a bow and harp.
I momentarily look up. Some chump, who worked
there was holding my hand - I am NOT that kind of girl.
Roll up your sleeves…knock out this jerk, this l o s e r.
MY sailor had won my heart. No other hand comes close.
Did I tell ya, I also had a sailor in the chow hall, during
boot camp, lick my boots - no my hand. What is wrong
with the seas. Glad I swept up the pearl and not the disease.
9/2/2022
Drink her water
Breathe her air
Bask in sun's bright glare
Feed upon natures delights
Lay and watch the starry night
Stroke the faithful
Dig the soil
Sail the seas
Climb the heights
Lunar love
Rivers run
Milk made
Beast beings marveled
Birds startle
Fish swim
Her and him
Planets giddy
Stars collide
A great universal ride
Look at this irony. Stroke of fate
So cruel that I can’t breathe so straight!
Curfew’s cleansed city’s air,
Pollution fairly fair,
Yet, my mask blockades both fresh-air gates!
Locked in house, halfway hung,
I can’t hail city’s lungs,
COVID’s hijacked all life, love or hate.
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Happenings |23.05.2021|
Poet’s note: On account of restricted movements, part curfew, curtailed traffic has improved the quality of city’s air— a blessing in disguise. Yet alas the citizens can’t enjoy this stroke of luck. What an irony!
Falling leaves
Paragraphs wind blown;
Telling a story
~~~~~~~~~
Two carrot cakes
Different recipes;
Delightful outcomes
~~~~~~~~~
House work calls
Busy with home work;
Fastidious hands
~~~~~~~~~
Watch what happens
Random rain wets;
Harsh heatwave irrigates
~~~~~~~~~
Yes once again
That time of year;
Haze adds colour
~~~~~~~~~
Geopolitics confers
Conflict confronts calm;
Uneasy peace
~~~~~~~~~
This great stretch
Sea and boundaries;
So many claims
~~~~~~~~~
Difficult choices
No middle path;
Fumble taking sides
~~~~~~~~~
So much here
Activity consigns;
Cash like ammo
~~~~~~~~~
Profound question:
Why ask why?
So many times
~~~~~~~~~
Cheery children
Play prunes prank;
Laughter frolics
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
09 April 2016
Singapore
Something really happens strange in life ;
Which leaves us with life destroying,
Difficulties over miles and miles,
Those happenings with the tragedies in life.
My life is destroyed with the;
Arrival of certain occasional happenings.
The life is not life without name and fame,
By the upcoming time,through which I am blamed.
If I get a chance again, I would;
Really try hard again to repay-
The depth of my early happenings;
With hard work and my good timings.
I will destroy myself, if I,
Will be unable to keep my words.
Those words to avoid my future happenings,
With the upcoming of failure timings.
I am now in the middle of,
The deep sea floating courageously.
In a lonely boat waiting for the ,
Happenings to lead or to end my life bravely.
Forty days of joy
the Resurrected Jesus
this body He did deploy
to walk
to greet
to eat
to teach & evangelize
to converse
to commission
& to commune
an example for we His sheep so clear
as this day draws near
. Marana-tha -Come Lord Jesus soon
Waiting for something to happen
Makes us sit and watch and wait
Getting less than what we want
Is not what we should take
We need to make better life choices
Nothing is ever ordained by fate
Friends hug and make toasts.
Big bands play loud songs.
Loud parties get wild.
Fireworks fill skies
Confetti is thrown.
On New Years’ Day,
Parades fill streets.
Kids catch candy.
Girls twirl batons.
Later that night,
Lights go out.
People sleep.
New Year’s
Begins
Hope.
12/28/2016
a scent
of clove,
the promise
of rain
fragments
of frost
in spirals
of light:
sounds of
laughter
interludes
of quiet,
specks of
dust,
optical
illusions
in days
of delight
Without a voice it cannot sing
No echos in the heart will ring
Come read,contemplate,give it time
Euphony ,floats on tides of rhyme.
If really getting high, is just your thing…..
Just get some white powder at the West Wing.
I mean, after all,why the heck not?
And one granddaughter of the POTUS may not come in?
Is disavowed his name as if she committed mortal sin.
At Christmas, when the White House is decorated,
Her presence as on ALL days is strictly forbidden.
But laws favoring Communist China will be written!
7/4/2023