Best Ming Poems
Court hiss sea hove The Irish Times,
this hum mere ruck can bloke
kin esse spy climb mitt till impact
desiccation ravaging with choke
hold thee aim rilled isle,
which haint ok key doke
cuz won hoot rook froom sun
whelps like heretic burned at stoke!
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More to the point (meaning jaw
ken minus **** faux
hackney poetic strung bow
Willy Wonka barely understandable
twanged and twinged) accent
hen reed how, accomplishment
in garnering alarming
news-worthy ailment
while this Unit Aryan ensconced
within beef hoar tee four comfortably
numb burred battlement,
here at Highland Manor,
I pay (if totally tubularly pennies rolled)
approximately equaling bedazzlement
17,500 viz copper cent,
per month gratuity clement,
sans Grosse and Quade
associates co-management
offered rental assistance congruent
(predicated on social security disability)
to occupy one bedroom
apartment kept air
conditioned 60°Fahrenheit
perfect for concupiscent
activity, albeit unfortunately marriage
shot thru with celibacy
suppressed sexless existence
more difficult to control
than catching a tiger by the tail,
hence this damned delinquent dependent
Dickensian dada cooly cruising thru
cyberspace espying embodiment,
how measurable heating up
Gaia, i.e. Mother Earth (she) evinces
no illusory figment, and just by a fluke,
the spontaneous Google search,
keyed revealed tumy mine eyes,
wretched webpage showed
stark rising temperature gradient
Dublin, Ireland experiencing
worst drought since
records began 168 years ago
where Irish Water (utility)
warned Dublin would run out of water
in 70 days, a “worst-case scenario”
necessitating hyper-efficient
protocols immediately inherent.
A superstitious belief on black cats
is rebutted by my old black pet, Ming
She saved my life when I was still a kid
while seated on the grass near bamboo slats
where a small brown snake beneath was lurking
then slid.
By my side was brave Ming, facing the fight
Dad saw it… smart enough to get a lid
with stick that ended up to snake-hunting!
Then I hugged my saver Ming cheering, “Alright,
we did!”
April 3, 2022 4.51pm
Curtal Sonnet
A curtal Sonnet has eleven lines with a rhyme scheme of abc abc dcb dc
It has ten syllables in lines 1 through 5 and 7 through 10, however
it has only two (2) syllables in lines 6 and 11, and they rhyme with lines 3, and 8.
Contest Judged: 4/3/2022 2:35:00 PM
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Place 1
Marsh shilling (walled herd)
Whitman man inside
expedited without fanfare
takes yours truly to
hot air wind Copeland
an effort to expunge grievous
llama ants that chide
this NON GMO, nonconformist,
gluten free... brand
heralding supreme storied
ancestry courtesy 23andme guide
me with enlightenment, whereby
family (dollar) tree did expand,
visual perception these myopic
(color blind) brown eyes espied
thank you very mooch beloved
eldest sister Amelie plus band
of relatives, whose voluntary efforts
made significant stride
rightfully abetted digital technology,
vis a vis FIOS or other broadband
telecommunications company
allowing, enabling, and
providing me to bestride,
hitherto yawning gaps formerly
blank slated information
mystifying this pokey cowhand
before he doth give up his ghost,
when succumbing to grim reaper
patiently scythe ying at bedside
(mine) no matter gravely ill,
but ecstatic to learn extensive
eye opening insight spanned
generations back from present time,
once again lion's share opened
shuttered Pandora's box and defied
successful neatly mapped
genealogy regarding direct
(day late dollar short) penniless
descent, nonetheless grand
thieving ish kabibble
boob pa linkedin
with figurative trailer load
of rolling hard rocks seconds
to spare before I died,
thankfully this pissed off
loo nut hick kick bajillion
got earful of anecdotes
analogous to gourmand
checking off sought after eateries,
(especially Indian restaurant in
Newtown, Pennsylvania) on
bucket list before downslide
into infinite abyss i.e.
farce hide scanned
din knave eon aged Swede schlemiel
constituting non "FAKE" mockery,
trumpeting parody travesty,
many golden opportunities I denied
self, now toothless
drooling, groveling, sniveling...,
woof fully poorly manned
existence, thus...in gloom,
I forever reside!
Lightning cracked the sky and thunder rumbled, rain lashed and all was dark,
A terrible storm but the heat is not cooled and hot fetid air remained stale,
Thunder was my loss, and heat was my anger, of a very dear lifelong friend,
The rain was my tears falling from swollen eyes I stood alone in my darkness.
Heavy steel black clouds scudded across skies and viciously poured cold rain
Air became rancid and a new wave of anger etched into my dark heart and soul
A loss too hard to face as the thunder cracked my mind was in a place so dark,
By a quiet garden where bodies lay I cannot remember any happiness of my past.
No more happy greetings no more joy in thinking no more joy in anything at all,
A wasted friend in a wasted world a dark frightening place to live in all alone,
Trying to sleep through nights sliding hours the longest night hours ever known,
Thinking of meadows, beautiful boiling streams my darkest thoughts always return.
Walking together down long winding paths but now I cannot see any beauty anymore,
Those happy times we had no longer exists, as happiness is an emotion for fools,
There is a flaming coal inside my head it has scorched and burned sweet memories,
All that is left is hatred anger and revenge with wretched pictures from the past.
Around his height
Bigger he is
Sweeter he be.
(Dedication: For my ancestors)
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Quaint mellow tact for Qing Ming thoughts,
In memory of kinship grown;
Note touch live pact to honour lot,
Glimpses we see ancestors known.
Mix and mingle with profound touch,
Inspired words ring from echoes old;
Note old sparkle transcending much,
Gather to bring what ritual holds.
Feel connection of family,
Etch rites that start with attitude;
Sense direction as prayers free,
Trace with our hearts deep gratitude;
Invite our souls to join life's strains,
Voice in words brief emotions fond;
Attend a whole unbroken chain,
Live loss and grief in human bond.
Taste old regrets in sad demise,
Opt to recall our times well-spent;
May we not fret as death claims prize,
Blessings to all from heaven's tent.
So here we are in prayer chant,
Warm our hearts well to live with grace;
Endow our stars till life is done,
Ending we dwell in time and space;
Primal our need to know full well,
Indulge our kin with blessings grand;
Now and here seed as prayer tells,
Good health to win as wise ways tend.
Truth wears a face if we but see,
Apt asking prays for lovely peace;
Choice creams a trace now most happy,
Treasure each day of earthly lease.
Here by your side we stoop a while,
Echoes now reach our thankful hearts;
Recall with pride your lovely smiles,
Endings now teach when journeys part.
Leon Enriquez
15 April 2018
Singapore
There was a beautiful
Fairy name Ming
Who somehow
Lost one wing
But then she starts
To sing
Until she heard
A bling
Ming somehow had
Grew back her wing