Best Humours Poems
where did you say you're from?
south Dakota or freezing New York?
I ain't got a dime to spare you,
but I'll offer you a ride on my wagon.
you better not be staying here long,
have you heard the humours about
the fog?
thick as night on a bright sunny
spot,
mutilated cattles but not a single
drop of blood!
and then we have those ghostly
shucks!
for centuries these parts have no
history of red eyes coyotes,
and what about those eerie lights
hovering at devils arc,
too steep for any mortal man to
climb and mess around.
if you're new in these part of town,
wait no more and get the hell out
fast,
no one here gonna take your word,
even if you say you saw Elvis here!
I'll be Damm if you live to see the
next day,
and now sunny what did you say
your name was?
my mommy used to warned me not
to pick up strangers,
she used to say they could be the
red eye demons.
why just last week my neighbour
jimmy,
got his neck snaped back like dried
old sticks,
and he's 6 foot 300 pound massive
fellow!
rumours had it that he pick up
some stranger in these woods
say I forgot to ask you something
boy,
just where are you heading to?
oh shucks and what ill time to have,
here comes those Damm thick fog
now.....
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Gail Angel Doyle
You're In A Horror Movie
Contest
Enchantment
Love is not the opposite of hate
that fiery passion
which turns against our heart
like a python through the blood
constricting life
love is what we yearn for
to create delicious selves
the flavouring in our lives
it is a thief that creeps upon us
or steals us from the start
of all the humours
love believes itself supreme
the drug we cannot do without
we are joyful in its midst
or a victim of its curse.
My biography speaks easy gains;
Mind photography in words said plain.
I journey here to sing and dance
To fling fond cheer in tact and chance.
I weave magic in verse and poise
To string antics in voice and choice.
My lifestyle speaks of form and wit;
Heart humours peak that message fits.
I live my best with smiles and tears
To love sure quest as faith frees fear.
I learn to feed each need and urge
To know each seed in feel and surge.
My posture frames a sense I see;
Soul knows the same truth and beauty.
I linger here by eastern shores
To live with cheer that sizzles more.
I tell my tale with reach that tells
A mindful sale that works out well.
My spirit sings inspired thought;
Form comes to be with play and plot.
I am a man who understands
To screen and scan both brand and trend.
I am a soul with body-mind
To love one whole with life I find.
My moments here speak of finesse;
My code I steer with charming zest.
I am a man who lives with joy
To love and plan and embrace ploys.
I am good cheer spiced with grandeur
Right now and here as soul splendour.
My memory reminds fond tact;
Feelings set free pure cause and pact.
Leon Enriquez
27 Mar 2014
Singapore
Early start
East Coast Ferry Terminal;
Sleepy journey
Trip for two
Getaway spa resort;
Rest and recuperate
Mystic moments:
Retreat into void --
Battery recharging
To re-jig sense
Spur sensorial feel;
Find and anchor
Getaway mode
Three days of rest;
Tropical idyll
Sing a song
Joy floods again;
Refresh soiled templates
Doing nothing
Can heal you wholesome;
Empty cups need refill
So there you go:
Two lovers
Playing catchup
Take your trip,
Embrace emptiness;
Rest weary wiles
Here by this bench
Watch people passing;
Wit humours worry
Driver's hot seat:
Fast luxury car
Speeding away
Now for a pit stop
Mechanics of motion;
Preventive maintenance
Bus trip homewards
Observe fellow passengers;
Flashy mobile devices
We flood the bus
Private thoughts lurk;
Ready to unleash
Air-con bus ride
Morning masquerade;
Chameleons in-transit
Glare of morning
Sun in my eyes;
Drowsy dreamy crazy
Missing the point
Stray words dislodge;
Meaning decapitated
Drowsy movement
Blurry sensations;
Graveyard shift starts
Report and lodge
Complaint that cuts;
Fire a loose cannon
Moody mindset
Uneasy dawn;
Distant tremors
Exit the start
Enter the end;
Roundabout lurks
Highway song
Go fast within limits;
Speedy Gonzales!
Follow the signs:
Deliver me
From my slavery
Illumination saves
Ignorance and blame;
Choice rewards freedom
Morning story
Sleep put on hold;
Awareness now grooms
Leon Enriquez
25 Feb 2014
Singapore
In ancient Greek philosophy
and science, Earth was named as one
of a quartet of elements.
The other three of great import,
we're taught, were water, air, and fire.
The ancients named four "humours," one
to parallel each element.
Black bile was most like earth--described
as heavy, cold, and dry. These points
were taught in Aristotle's time.
The Pythagoreans declared
that Earth revolved around the Sun.
"Blasphemers!"--the response from some.
The ancients also found that Earth's
a sphere, not flat, as most believed.
Much knowledge of this element
called Earth is based on what was learned
before the time of Christ about
geometry, cartography,
and medicine . . . the list goes on.
March 9, 2016
Judgement is a funny thing we all do.
It's been fashionable for centuries,
Yet still we scorn those we deem judgmental.
The great Shakespeare practiced in the humours
To entice his vast audience to judge,
Yet today it's a problem to spread lies;
To voyeur someone's traits for protection.
Today, someone who values the mellow
Is prude for excluding the hot-headed;
The knowledgeable, too proud for the clutz.
And so why do we scorn the judgmental
Yet hold writers to such a high esteem?
For in our writing, we are all critics;
In our writing, we are the judgmental.
Gentle hands caress the golden flame
your kiss inflame's the passion of my soul
touch the stars and sing your lovers praise
With work the house hold duty's come and go
the more we do the more our love does grow
Gentle hands caress the golden flame
Respect is gained from efforts on both sides
neither one a slave well others hide
touch the stars and sing your lovers praise
He cooks and then he cleans up all his mess
She works from nine to five and does not rest
Gentle hands caress the golden flame
We are a couple built to make it last
we love the gentle touch and giggle songs
touch the stars and sing your lovers praise
In life respect is earned from working hard
the gentle love is gained from humours games
Gentle hands caress the golden flame
touch the stars and sing your lovers praise
This is a humours attempt towards the show, So you think you can dance. I do
quite like the show and just wrote something that tried to show different angles of
genres of dance and the difference between, getting in over not getting in. Hope
you enjoy, let me know what you think :-)
So You Think You Can Dance, Hey?
If my talent was the samba and
I had a sexy partner.
His shirt, would be seductively
Unbuttoned.
No nerves for us while stretching
Before, four judges
Watch eager
Nevertheless, with enforcing eyes.
Our song pumps out of the over-used
Speakers, our hips
Sway together
In time and imitating
A bond.
Telling a story.
Backstage the host asks
"Is it enough"
And so a silent prayer
Our dream
To come true.
"It has been 7 month's since I started Ballet classes and I believe I'm ready"
Pivot and turn gracefully
I do, with my hearts
Content.
Extending my arms and legs
I show heart
Softness.
Lacking in experience leaves me
No option
Must work harder.
Come back next year.
If me, was only
To hip hop and pop and lock
Showing I can
hit that beat.
Then be it me,
To for thirty seconds
dance as tight as I ever
have before.
Not missing a single note,
Flip or drop.
Ending with a dramatic
Body thumping acted fall.
Judges scream in response.
Wowing them and a ticket instantly,
Handed over.
Adrenalin surges while rushing
Out to the waiting room
Screaming with a slight disbelief,
"I'm in, I'm in."
Take whatever shape
Your craft.
You have been chosen,
The Journey just now to begin!
Here by the edge
Downtown district;
A heartland survives
So many moods
Flavours that stretch;
Activity distracts
All sorts of trade
In brisk commotion;
Cash now plastic
Buy and sell
Your old junk here;
Fools fill full
Old signboard
Humours offbeat;
Tourist cameras click
Old antique shoppe
Uneasy display;
Haunting aura lingering
Take a sure peek
Look at old things;
History sighs here
Further down
This street facelift;
Old ways and new clash
Wet market stalls
Fresh produce vie;
Customers explore wares
I waltz by
To find something;
Distraction collides
Old and new
New and old ways;
Sobriety alludes
Leon Enriquez
02 May 2014
Singapore
Query the way you see things now;
Know pulse of play as light endows.
Query the feel you seem to feel;
Know a grand will primes your free will.
Query the path you claim default;
Know primal stuff that humours malt.
Query the sense you bring to bear;
Know present tense in toil and fare.
Query the style you pick for gain;
Know easy smile that joy sparks plain.
Query the choice you frame with tact;
Know succinct voice that spurs sure act.
Query the play you fling with zest;
Know patient stay in lively quest.
Leon Enriquez
10 Apr 2014
Singapore
you’re not adams apple
the fruits from tree of the knowledge
of good and evil
in the middle of the garden of eden
in genesis
yet at you
the round oranges of this afternoon-town
i stare
and my pate gradually
becomes pregnant
the wind that comes after
having a touch of your lips
puts the waging of its tail on my forehead
and my guava-leaf begins to melt
thus my hardware-business is going
into liquidation
the physician to the king is telling
it’s the symptom of an awful fever attended with
the morbidity of the three humours of the body
used and used and used
your smile has not yet become
stupid
so from where the lamp-posts of the
town start
there are the cutlets and the bolster
they are not the only to utter the last words
i’m too
in this summer
trying to decorate
the gate of my cage like wedding ceremony
if any soundless dew-drop comes
to prepare and feed me
my birth-day frumenty
but i’ve no tongue
at all
all over the face there are only the eyes
and to the fate of my staring-at
has ever so much blessings been available
FUNNY CANNY PUNNY
The great guy Punny
makes fun, yet funny.
Witty and canny.
Spontaneous laugh
much more than enough,
serious on bluff.
Jokes not to explain
Pun doesn’t go in vain,
but to entertain.
Humours to be spun,
not grave ! Cheerful pun.
Real joyous fun.
Sure to feel sick,
true meaning to seek !
Punny the guy descent
Actually absent
on own wedding date.
To bride, he didn’t pay debt.
03/04/23
THINK OF OFFICE CULTURES
LIKE THE ACTIVITIES OF VULTURES
HERE COLOURED BLACK STABBERS
ARE RISING UP LADDERS
WHERE WE FIND RUMOURS AND HUMOURS
SAME AS NEIGHBOURS OF FLAVOURS
HERE RUMOURS OF UNSENSORES LOVE
AND HUMOURS TO HUMILIATION
ARE CORE AREAS OF JOB DEFINITION
OUR NEIGHBOURS ARE THERE
THEIR ABILITIES TO ASSIMILATE
INFORMATION ARE GREATER THAN
ANY SCIENTISTS' INVENTION
OUR LIFE IS FULL OF MAGIC
SOMETIMES WHICH LEADS TO
ACUTE TRAGIC
THINK OF FROG CULTURES
JUST LIKE HUMAN NURTURES !
HERE HUMAN BLACK STABBERS
ARE RISING UP LADDERS !!
WE FIND RUMOURS AND HUMOURS
SAME AS JUMPING OF FROGS TO OTHER !
HUMAN RUMOURS OF ‘UNSENSORED LOVE’
JUST OPENING OF FROG’S MOUTH TO OTHER
HUMAN HUMOURS TO HUMILIATION
JUST LIKE FROG JUMPING TOGETHER
FROGS LIKE HUMAN ARE HERE
THEIR ABILITIES TO JUMP TOGTHER
ARE GREATER THAN
ANY SCIENTISTS' INVENTION !!
OUR LIFE IS FULL OF FROG’S JUMP
SOMETIMES WHICH LEADS TO
ACUTE DANGER TRAP
BUT WE HAVE TO SAVE FROGS
TO GIVE US A NICE JUMP
NAME: SUDIP KUMAR MITRA
ADDRESS: 87/4, JYOTISH ROY ROAD, NEW ALIPORE, KOLKATA -700053
STATE: WEST BENGAL, COUNTRY: INDIA
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DATE: 06TH JUNE 2013
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MY DREAM CATCHER, FUND
Fleeting this world of empty form,
Urge cheer to be what humours glimpse;
Note change that swirls each dying norm,
Dance as you see dream within dream.
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Leon Enriquez
27 December 2020
Singapore