Best Kilos Poems
ENVY
(Words inspired by Casarah)
Our faces are turned toward Bangkok
That buzzing hive of humanity
Where folk brush against each other
As they twirl and dance
In an effort to maintain direction
Not that we were going to Bangkok
Not that we were currently going anywhere
We sit defeated
Restraining our combustion engine horses
Their promise fuelled motors straining
Wanting to accelerate into freedom
A few fleeting moments
Before being reined in again
By the brakes
Unlike those in the north bound lanes
Unlike those with a clear path before them
Piloting their roaring beasts
Who revel in their delight
Eating up empty kilos of asphalt
In their haste toward a distant destination
A cosy castle or a sweet vacation
Categories:
kilos, car, travel,
Form:
Free verse
An ocean of papers
A collection of a lifetime
It's not about love letter
Documents and receipts
Paper that has been yellowed
from ancient times
Dust dancing in the sunlight
Everything has to be markuleres
How many kilos
Nobody knows
A new generation
Paperless society
Computer world ~ thanks
- A whole week with smiles, memories and tears -
18.08.2015 A-L Andresen :)
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Categories:
kilos, goodbye, history,
Form:
Verse
Ricky was just eight years of age,
As a single mom, had to down stage,
That his papa could die any day soon,
I remember that night, there was a full moon,
Doctor said that it would be a long night,
We watched my brave dad fight,
Withered to a skeleton, down forty kilos,
Bed sores were protected by many pillows,
Cancer had eaten away his life,
Married forty five years, to his devoted wife.
My son and my father were inseparable,
Their love for each other immeasurable,
Ricky went to bed, my Mom and I on alert,
Death was in the air, with my dad it did flirt,
My father was very, very ill
Time dragged, it almost stood still.
Night passed and morning came
The doctor came to visit, things still the same,
Took Ricky to school, drove back, sat to have tea,
With my mum when the unavoidable had to be,
Two caregivers by my dad’s side, the one
Shouted help quick, we ran, it was too late
Dad was on his way to heaven‘s gate.
It was eleven thirty in the morning,
A new era without my dad was dawning
My first thought dear God help me tell Ricky.
I drove to his school at the usual time,
Not wanting to alarm him, regular home time,
His teacher guessed as I tried not to cry,
And tried to keep a dry
Eye, what’s wrong mom Ricky asked, is it papa,
Yes my darling, Ricky sobbed, oh no mama
He sobbed and he sobbed, people came
And so did his friends, what a shame,
All thought of the relationship he had
With his beloved Grand-dad.
The next morning, my son,
Said quite bravely, mama
Going to school, have a spelling test,
What a wonderful little boy, I am blessed.
When I collected Ricky he said,
I spelled everything right from A to zed,
Papa helped with my test, the clouds in the sky
Spelled every word, I felt him so close,
I could touch his nose,
But after break all I did was cry!
Categories:
kilos, son,
Form:
Rhyme
HABITS
We wake up in the morning,
Our memory, collecting storing,
The same data over, and over again,
It becomes entrenched – a habit is due,
What triggers habits, just a simple cue!
We pass a highway that we know well
And put our car into cruise mode, swell,
This is routine, and we follow this road
For there is a reward,
We will shortly arrive at a place,
To which we associate a particular face,
And we store this for it feels good,
We now have adopted a habit,
That’s understood!
A repetitive gym advert
On TV, is yet another cue,
We lace up our sneakers, lay out our
Clothes, kiss husband goodbye
So long Hugh!
This has become routine,
For in a week or two
Our reward is due,
We will feel bran new
When we stand on our scale,
Which now tells a new tale!
A few more kilos you will
Have shed, we love this new
Routine, wow it is working
And without even shirking,
One gym lesson, we love the reward,
We once hated gym,
Now we never get bored,
And besides feeling healthy
We make our lives lengthy.
But some habits beware,
Cause strain, so refrain,
For these habits try to engulf
Us with guilt,
But our willpower will
Overpower guilt, if well built,
Willpower is the conscious mind,
And alerts us if we intend,
To be unkind,
So hurrah for the conscious,
We heartily cheer,
But the unconscious is
What brought us here,
To crossroads between the two,
Everyone differs in their view.
We must therefore
First think everything through,
For we adopt habits by
Storing more information,
And progressively throughout,
Each generation,
Embrace many a new habit,
But sometimes
Just do not grab it!
Psychiatrists forge forward
What a dilemma,
To find answers, neither
Altered or awkward!
Wrote this poem after having read he Power of HABIT by Charles Duhigg.
Categories:
kilos, power,
Form:
Rhyme
K-aramay sa lahat ng oras,
A-liw sa panahon ng lungkot;
I-sang mapagkakatiwalaan,
B-anayad sa salita at kilos.
I-law sa dakong madilim,
G-abay sa naligaw ng landas;
A-alalay kapag ikaw ay nabuwal,
N-amamalaging tapat hanggang wakas.
Categories:
kilos, friend,
Form:
Acrostic
They promise it is personal
No –one knows your weight
You step trembling on the scales
To hear the awful fate
You’ve put a kilo on she says
With a bell on every tooth
Been a naughty girl have we
We had better take a look
You sit around her on your chair
Waiting for the truth to emerge
You clap the clever ones who lost weight
For you it will be a dirge
Now then come on admit it
What have we had naughty this week
She goes through your eating list
Me I can hardly speak
Ahh here it is she says triumphantly
You dared to eat some duck
With orange sauce I do not doubt
Geez I thought just my luck
No I said it was the bananas
In milk shake everyday
Cos I had tonsillitis
I just about could say
Just like a child at christmas
I promised to be good
Losing some kilos next week
Just better forget about food.
Categories:
kilos, food, funny,
Form:
Light Verse
There once was a girl named Mary,
And her favorite food was the cherry.
Not chicken or cheese,
Not noodles or peas,
She wouldn’t even eat a berry.
Her mother offered her pie,
But Mary would only cry.
She gave her rice,
She even tried mice,
But Mary would only sigh.
Mary bought 6 kilos of cherry.
Her father started to get weary.
But Mary ate,
Without a wait,
She ate as much as she’d carry.
The cherries took over the house,
There wasn’t even space for a mouse.
They covered each floor,
They broke down the door,
They stained Mary’s favorite blouse.
And sadly, the house broke down,
Then her father announced with a frown:
From now on you’ll eat,
Veggies and meat,
Otherwise in cherries we’d drown.
Categories:
kilos, 7th grade, food, fruit,
Form:
Limerick
I'm slinging dope rhymes from grams to kilos at times.
Committing felony crimes weight of these lines.
My word's hold weights of digital scales an
impale compared to Harvard & Yale.
Life's fanatics dramatics of adicitts.
Here's to the intense & immense headrush
face turns blush feeling life’s plush.
Floods the veins straight to the brain
Releases the pain.
Takes the blame
Notoriety for the fame
Propensity of insane.
Life's game.
Double dynamics in aesthetics of life's
wicked minds provocative abstract crimes
unique designs provoking mind with twice
the rhymes.
Mesmerizing my life & time's provoking line's
commemorating provocative crazy mind’s
Bleeding & seeding impeding heart's
repeating & pleading succeeding
reading my rhymes.
Wicked Romancer an architect of accentuating
aesthetics in the architecture of aesthetically
pleasing rhymes.
I spit & bananas splits with chocolate sediments
appeasing & teasing.
Provocative minds with pockets full of tasty
rhymes the complexity of my tasty bits in lines.
Ambidextrous configurations accentuate
double dynamics of wicked rhymes a
philosophy of conjuring wicked mind's.
I Promote innovation without hesitation
or else the desecration of creation by strangulation.
Asphyxiation of dynamic creativity longevity of
exquisite multi-faceted wizardtrii & ageless
philosophy's streamlining ergonomics of unique mind's.
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Categories:
kilos, addiction, beautiful, character, hip
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
I drink poetry and excrete it in my imagination to the taste of soup, inspiration in my gutter of sky, the farces run the barn of wood crawling fingers, digging deep into the fury velvet twilight map the location
Entertainer decapitate loyal crew to the kingdom of kingpin round morning blessing brother meek of submerged answers never to be repeated to the third person singular, but lukewarm of appetite detached morning mum.
Line of angry dull pin the sharp hap to the loot of moon pointing straightforward to the faded Antilles, Western Indies scruffs of limitless anchor of my days to that thwart of subliminal good to go.
Smiling moon to the center of the sky peep into my prison of imagination, padlock to the gallows mistake shaking the dignity of arrow to the cloak the tempest banana republic to repugnant whistle sound
The kilos of rhythms backed up my pant of pain to till sunshine yet to blame the belated from the bereave lure to deputizes the post of ray to tray of mishaps, the din of lion claws of fun rub truth leaning side by side sip the peg of life to the smile of hyperbole.
The sharp thoughts quick under my pillow from voices of an Island crying to trembling hawk jog of bug nails sound decontrol of hail night and the root of thief.
Categories:
kilos, imagery, lonely, lust, ,
Form:
Ballad
Double dynamics in aesthetics
of life's wicked minds
provocative abstract
crimes unique designs
provoking mind with twice
the rhymes.
Double scripts in life's
wicked flips three verbs & throwing nothing but reverb.
Twice the lyrical lines,
avast steer clear of this
lyrical pioneer with mystical lines
futuristic rhymes killing the physics
of time.
I'm slinging dope rhymes
from grams to kilos at times.
Committing felony crimes
weight of these lines.
My word's hold weights of digital scales an impale compared to Harvard & Yale.
Mesmerizing my life & time's
provoking line's
commemorating provocative
crazy mind’s.
Bleeding & seeding impeding heart's
repeating & pleading succeeding reading my rhymes conjuring unique
crazy mind's.
Ambidextrous configurations
accentuate double dynamics of wicked rhymes a philosophical philosophy
of conjuring wicked mind's.
I Promote innovation without hesitation or else
the desecration of creation by strangulation.
Asphyxiation of dynamic creativity longevity
of exquisite multi-faceted wizardtrii & ageless
philosophy's streamlining ergonomics
of unique crazy mind's.
Roam conceptual "crazy minds"
seeking philosophical philosophy
writer changing worldwide sentence's
timed artists limitless fears strength,
limitless power abilities of
"crazy minds"..
Transduce fear to fevers,
love philosophy,
conception of a philosophical
"crazy "mind
call me crazy a poet,
crazy me what you
change crazy every time,
before crazy ever changed a
"crazy mind"....
Retrospect rear view mirror,
clear as crystals clear view,
no mirror it's the rear view
retrospective preview premier
broadcasting worldwide
Premiering...
Composer's of compromises the sediments
of our settlements are noteworthy symphonies
in musical scales an impale
to life's frail detail.
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Categories:
kilos, crazy, inspirational, life, perspective,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
In the dark she is waiting, 200 kilos of velvet
separating one world from the other.
It was art to her, she was under no pretence,
she was an instrument, and she made the other instruments merge in a delicious unprecedented harmony.
A poet, a warrior, a lover, a sinner. She has tasted the divine and the melodramatic, to capture moments, photographs, for the use of summoning emotion and reality.
She had been hurt and she had hurt, she had walked towards hell and ran away from heaven. Beginning as a muse and then enslaving the musicians one by one with her whispy and sultry tones.
An electric keyboard breaks the mumbling, vibrato, a pause, a cheer. The drape rises and she peers from the darkness, masked by shadow to the floodlit mass in front.
The drums are brushed gently as the crowd softens to the figure emerging from the dark. Not knowing if they were permitted to break the spell or join it, the crowd pay their respect with silence.
You can almost see the phantoms she has witnessed being beckoned into her. Short linear smoky essences, touching her then being pulled inside. She saunters slowly towards the mic, eyes closed, and with both hands it becomes a sceptre. This will be a heartfelt song again.
She inhales, her belly fills, and she breathes life into the mic. Her tones slice through the thick air, soft yet with such projection and feel. The crowd can not contain themselves and let out a cheer as their eyes fill. She masterfully picks up her bass, as if resurrecting a lost love, and it sings for her.
Her hair is gone now, most of the crowd know why and they want to cry. But she holds them, captivated, and hypnotises a smile into them. They sway to her, some hold their chests as if covering some hole for fear of their hearts falling out.
This will be the last time we will feel her grace. But she will be summoned herself. The band know this. She sits, the treatment has taken it out of her. But her voice never falters. That chair will be kept alongside the drummer that loved her. Her bass will be his kryptonite. But he will keep it close anyway.
The curtain will not fall tonight, it shall remain at half mast. She will bow and we will fall at her mercy one last time. In homage, and respect. She will leave but she will never be forgot. She has trained herself into them, and she will always be singing.
Categories:
kilos, cancer, friend, friendship, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Petrified pottery ponders plots. Ploys play putting purring. And a frantically fraternising pickle arch can glow on many a skyline at dusk. In many hues. Many dusks many arches many hues and many hues mean many hundreds and many hundreds mean invite to investment of innermost inherited insectivorous institutionalised ignorant ignoramus's ingots'. But glowing of an ear bug is common in a torque typed torture chamber and a chamber is not a champion nor a charred crispy cross crossed conifer. Camels that eat hard cheese are said to be better prophets than penguins on skateboards. Fornicating false frocks falsely fall. And a little black and grey horse was speaking kindly to a tiny ball of fur which turned out to be a mouse name but cat in shape and body. How rather cruel! And derogatory too. Yet the smirking slug like actions secreting slime of a prawn headed monster with many man tentacles' and tentacles are terror and definitely not treacle treading treats. Salivate not a big bit of pie then? Fir pie is a composition of sorts types and kinds and akin to a pulsating ball of confused idiosyncratic ideological wisdom of orders originating from a glass bottom jug which weighs forty two kilos and cost eleven cities, two million towns, twenty thousand small villages, and ten hamlets. These are in a deposit global zone. A whirl of supposed suppository suppers in stupors seen but senseless. It is wise to break a mould then to create a new work for the art show shower. And bathe before baking the perimeter of pie. For pie without radius is a ravishing radish reaching radii. And how polite is a polish then? No ha no x and a big x to it as well. And one should always dangle mirrored glasses while wearing a sun hat and riding a one centimetre bull down the tidal bores. Z refurbishment z at two hens to twenty one ducks at half time. Z
Categories:
kilos, assonance, baseball, basketball, beach,
Form:
~ It doesn't matter how many steps you walk
- as long as you don't stop ~ quote by poet
The attention of the steps,
stop counting the kilos
the present panic around weight
and waistline
Women can debate
body and appearance for hours,
men avoid the topic completely
The fitness body
requires extreme discipline
Don't escape into a novel
where roses and chocolate
has the absolute role
We don't need body pressure
no speculative look
All you need is inspiration,
exercise and healthy diet
Life often takes turns,
valleys and mountain peaks
Together we manage everything
believe in your abilities
breathe fresh air and move on
- together we're dynamite
Your personality
means more than a bouncy butt
Categories:
kilos, body, cheer up, fun,
Form:
Free verse
Lord I'm trying to design lines to give sight to the blind
that Chuk D fight the power 1989
that Brand Nubian/BDP scriptures
trying to tell them slow down or loves gonna get cha
the whole games been infected with demons so wicked
I've been tasked to protected it with this verbal exorcism
because listening is torture
since everybody swear they spit hot fire
then My flow is holy water
it's lyrical baptism
putting out hell's flames by simply bobbing your brain to my rhythm
you can catch the holy ghost to this
testify and witness it
now don't you feel magnificent
it's anti ignorant
been touched by an angel my flow is divine
it could part the red sea and turn water to wine
so while your rhymes break Keys(kilos) down to nickels and dimes
I'm inclined to plant seeds that will strengthen their minds
I'm not a stranger to the struggle I know the hustle well
I dabbled in these streets I've done a little dirt my self
I've sold poisonous concoctions
drank malted toxins
but learned to beat myself to the punch like shadow boxing
preparing for war with the love of the Lord
the pen is my sword,and the full armor or God
Categories:
kilos, black-african amer
Form:
Rhyme
Late night visions
Blur excavations;
Past sleeping hours
~~~~~~~~~
Words fail
Passage purged;
Discarded poem
~~~~~~~~~
Wander here
Fence-sitting neighbour;
Loiter with desolation
~~~~~~~~~
Feasting over
Festival ended;
Yet people dance around
~~~~~~~~~
Cite a fine say
Read a good book;
Self-discovery awaits
~~~~~~~~~
Curious scent
Perfume mists;
Fragrance in the air
~~~~~~~~~
By this river
Goods and sure trade;
Tourists take boat rides
~~~~~~~~~
Late night drama
TV movie moments;
World snores away
~~~~~~~~~
Food diet plan
Weight loss program;
Add two kilos
~~~~~~~~~
Strong sake brew
Alcohol inspires poem;
Unfinished business
~~~~~~~~~
Boy of three
Says: Hello uncle!
Smiles fling approval
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
08 August 2014
Singapore
Categories:
kilos, beauty,
Form:
Haiku