Best Oddly Poems
Multiple fractures of my skull
Makes my thoughts void and null
Motor neurons now shut down
Synapse connections now unwound
Muscles jerk
All thought burned away
But oddly enough
This was my finest day.
When the moonlight's right,
and the earthy smell of lavender
lifts to meet a deep, evening breeze,
and memories under long ago leaves,
begin to fill the empty present
with sensations of our first kiss,
I have trouble moving an inch
into my future. I miss its echoes.
Breakfast at the Deer Lodge,
Moose Tick,
Salmon Harbour,
Beaver Bay by the evergreen,
left reminded of
B.C Bud at 17,
time is
water under the bridge.
I live in Toronto,
and drown in Maple syrup;
Canadian Bacon.
A joke.
I told my hubby I would never get a puppy ever again,
but hey, aren’t they supposed to be a woman’s best friend?
So I scooped up Brady in my arms one warm June day,
brought him home with my daughter Ella to laugh and play.
He was a shy pup, until the day he seemed to go crazy,
started gnawing fiercely on his leg, it really did amaze me!
He’d fall asleep on and off with his leg in his mouth; weird!
him becoming oddly neurotic like us I really feared!
I gently went to him to pick up his sobbing wet puppy paw,
and guess what, you’ll never believe what I actually saw!
Crunchy peanut butter embedded up and down his thighs,
I should'a never got a puppy! (I very soon realized.)
I guess that afternoon Ella was making peanut butter and jelly,
her hands got all messy and she went to pet his golden belly.
He chewed in between naps and even fell asleep that night,
with his back leg in his snout holding it peanut buttery tight!
*true story about my puppy (he's 9 months old) the picture says it all*
February 28, 2018
“Abe, easy Dee, effigy, eight chives, Jake, ale, Em,
any hope, peak you, arrest a ewe, feed other ewe”
ex-wife said
she certainly SPELT it out!
he then went on to reCOUNT
“When, too, furry forks, fave socks sieving, eat known tin”
and there was something oddly familiar about it all
when ex-husband and ex-wife spoke their nonsense
Day-glo dewy
chuck berry faded daffodils
woodlark fluid warble
emerald chorus
& abash earth
drowsy petrichor
on
parched earth
fall mist lyrics
of
glyphs thrum
in sepia tones
of
whimpers
& heart hums
of
lengthy
boyhood
&
haunting echoes
shattered bell's
agonizing chimes
In shadowy
kaleidoscope
dystopian swoon
climax is symphonic
&
thunderous melancholy
of
tearful farewell
remove dust mote
of
gramophone groove
daily spirit sweep
clean mental dust
&
embrace gratitude
& love
life's melody won't die
eclectic idiosyncrasy
happiness bid
Written: November 03, 2022
Deja vu
Always without expectation, some instinct prevails,
opening with uncanny coincidence....
Ambiguous recollections... earmarking telltale, immediate recognition
Overshadowing reality, ... unleashing mysterious awareness
What explains the intriguing familiarity, obscuring conventional understanding?
With a tangible energy pulsing into places of the unconscious present,
a look, emotion, memory, inkling, hovers over, with unmistakable similarity,
and the experience, has intriguing, quite obtuse conclusions,
unaccountable happenings....abstract, without explanation,
strangely insightful, not obvious, somewhat undefined
While, all strange emotions will intrigue the orthodox,
Fascination undermines reason...alluring me, enthusiastically
to invite the offered baffling uncertainty
Here's a simple experience, maybe intuition's memory, outside the usual
Mysterious acquaintance without explanation
Be intrigued.... recognize omnipresence
which unravels rigid assumptions......while entertaining the imagination
This overwhelms convention. Unlike the antiquated, let's embrace these
incredulous things of life, .......unexplored
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For David William's Contest: Con-Vow
Romance and the richness of pain pose on the horizon before myself as a young
girl
Become embedded in my own discourse; I seek them and reject them, I cannot
Know them.
They are intangible
Rarely felt in the everyday
Inevitable aching and fear occupy my life of romance
I run, I climb, I walk faster then stand still
Romance is real, encouraged, glorified, exploited
Longed to be felt in the everyday
Punctured Pelvis
Perplexed Palm
Pleasurable Pancreas
Pleased Pharynx
Prosperous Pinky
Photographic Memory Pupil
the constant
music in my mind
melodic loops
and melodies
transposed lines
juxtapose the left
brain video that
could be a photo
of you
for you
to me
your face filling
the screen but only
your eyes blink
as your silver smile
stays the same
all the while
my soundtrack
plays back around
again and again
the electric guitar
synapse riff of
Crazy Train
I miss you in ways
I often can’t say
Because I don’t have the right
To miss you that way
I have to be happy
With time that I get
It’s a deal I’ve accepted
Not ideal but yet
I adore every minute
I get to just chat
To see you, to hear you,
I am thankful for that
Hope and a prayer, a dollar to spare.
A dream to one day breath in millionaire.
By my calculations, it's always the same.
You just cannot win if your not in the game.
A new house, a car, perhaps travel far.
Try not to spend all my time at the bar.
Buy a new mattress to continue sweet dreams.
Holding tight to the hope, that it's all that it seems.
So why should it be that the winner is me?
When so many have payed in so I can live free.
In life there are winners and sometimes their not.
Some say that the tricks being glad what you got.
Well I have not won, so I do not know.
What it feels like to finally have all that dough.
I pinch every penny and squeeze every dime.
And spend my last dollar hoping this is the time.
"Go along to get along" a wise man he once said
(altho' I don't concur)
but it occurred to me
neither follower nor leader be if you want to get ahead
and if the herd you stroll behind please do consider the view
(but not too closely)
yet what is worse yes you may curse
that which you step into
some believe the squeaky wheel it should be removed
(not receive the grease)
as all's smooth-run when replaced by a working one
or so it has been proved
to mindlessly open the mouth thoughtless of going kaput
(only to change feet)
it seems to me an opportunity to put a bullet in one's foot
the nail that sticks out it should be applauded
(not hammered down)
as one may fall for anything
and those who stand for something they should be rewarded
tho' possibly preaching to the choir some say it's idle chatter
(willy-nilly silly patter)
let's not forget to forgive or to live and let live
as ALL lives matter
UNIQUE
Why I
Well technically I am and always have
and will be considered
Odd
So I suppose in essence
Maybe in reality in fact I actually am
As Odd is Unique
Isn't it
So Yes
Thanking you Sincerely
Kind Regards
Maybe now it's time for me
To own my own individual
Oddly Uniqueness
Time oozes
Depletes fast
Odd snoozes
Fade at last
Oddly enough
Age soon churns
Loss frames stuff
To ash turns
Is it strange?
Loss keeps score
Ooze meets change
At the door
Time and space
Fade each day
Age frames face
In end play
Start with cheer
To live spell
Age my dear
Must soon tell
Leon Enriquez
19 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT