Best Made To Measure Poems
Grass verge
Unnoticed florals;
Unspoken splendour
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Crowded impasse
Wordless faces;
Feisty fest
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Day hurls light
Sparkling tell;
Sleepy commotion
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Forty winks
Sleepy delights;
Late morning sojourn
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Dawn hurls sober
Dreams malinger;
Heavy eyes
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By this wayside
Miniature flowers preside;
Beauty camouflages
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Floral bouquets
Sunny side up;
Dazzling sparkle
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Joy intervenes
Love delights all;
Intuitive spread
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Morning rain
Icy cold feel;
Deep frozen dreams
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Toy dog barks
Simple excursion;
Morning exercise
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End of story
Finale certain;
Next season's preview
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Mental pictures
Well-rehearsed;
Made to measure
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Fond tact
Fine act;
New pact
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Touching finale
Fireworks display;
Dazzling limelight
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Mahjong insights
Family roundtable;
Fest mellows zest
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Leon Enriquez
09 August 2017
Singapore
SNOW DANCER
I am amazed at switch the goods
Before so apostolic
And now so different
To one’s mind.
Are you, my milk tooth
A passion-flower nun
Or an old maid
Married with god
With might & main?
Are you making use of decoy
“Snow Dancer”
As an appropriated graphic
Without mincing words
As other persons do?
Show Dancer
You’re a Sweet Nothing
A Cold Nothing
As the Mildewed Show
But pretty when the Earth
Is in White¡
I remember that when snowing
It was to the liking
of You Girlfriend & Me
To piss on the Snow
And to do cartoons, ha, ha.
You draped with my Dick
And me with Your Tongue-lips.
And we together singing
laughing
Dancing, singing
All around:
“Snow Dancer
Is the same to say
“Peace is a Piss””.
Do you know
Do You see:
I like Women too much, Mimosa
More than another Cheeky-Monkey
Of our Specie.
Yr wasp’ nest
Make me to take flowers
And have one’s fling.
I taste Your female ******
Melting into snowing tears.
To kiss the Angel’ s Lips
Is my Eucharistic
Made to measure.
But now, oh¡ oh dear¡ poor me¡
My touched-balls
Doctor Uric
Says that for the blame of age
I have to do
An operation for prostate
And just in due curse
I’ll don’t be able
To bring to light
My brilliant point
Measured one’s length:
It will break
The liquorice root
The sweet breads.
But yet, still
Being so ****ed
I’ll see how well
You dance in the snow
My Snow Dancer.
Limerick: Once a Maneater who ne’er said “No!”
for Ronald W. Hull, the Great Mentor-Commentator
[Made to measure and tailored to a very tight fit]
Once a woman who could ne’er say “No!”
Met Ascetic: “Why?” he wanted to know.
Said she: “I’m no Vegan;
Meat I munch by the dozen.”
Priapic rigor mortis ensued: O! Woe!
(c) T. Wignesan – Paris, September 6, 2021
Measuring a difference towards the level
Leveling the measure no matter the limit
A limit none the less to always keep track
The point at which is made to measure a fact
Limitless to limited to limit what is seen
A limit none the less that is found in between
Lines that cause the effect to keep track
A height does matter to be different
Tall short low and high
Does the measuring of value come from inside?
Outside there is the difference that is
The cause to the limit of perspective
A limited look a limited view
All that is dependent upon you
Everything is changing fast
In the space of clicks and likes
Mind control in overdrive
Your hits and views and strikes
Beware of what you put about
Giving far too much for free
They’re cyber tracking all opinions
We are their targets you and me
Tailor making food for thought
Pokes and nudges made to measure
Helping you to see their way
They have the low down on your leisure
Where you are and who you’re with
What is on your selfie plate
Your essentials prone’s and partials
Mesmerised in dreamlike state
Puffing up your self important need
To be something else among the crowd
Chasing fame to leave you stripped and lame
Whilst others watch and laugh out loud
Those clever minded psychopaths
Have a thirst to lay you bare
To steal your wish to feed their dish
And leave you desperate in despair