Best Plush Poems
Block feeble man's reach lest their dreams grasp a stay -
fuel egos with hits increasing the poor's ache
Dismay those God loves with plans for their decay -
sate self-image torturing those you may break
Celebrate with flutes of champagne on Broadway -
clueless your gains are horrid keepsakes
So sad plush ones may have heartless behavior -
for they possess means to be mankind's savior
~
The sky looks like a mattress
a pillow-top it seems
A quilted plush horizon
where I just left my dreams
I really should have stayed there
all nestled in my bed
With visions of the one I love
adrift within my head
But now that I am out here
to brave the freezing cold
My eyes still gaze towards the east
and if the truth be told
No matter if I’m sleeping
or up, the day is new
My mind will always see the same
because my dream is you
~
Actually the clouded sky on my way home last night
looked like a pillow-top mattress. I just saved the
inspiration for this morning. : )
Yellow plush car, yellow plush car
squishy squishy
plush yellow car
My dream of yesterday I'm calling
under caress of a plush plaid,
What was that? And who won? Who's falling?
Who was defeated? What is bad?
I think again, I change my thinking,
Anew I feel the sweetest pain,
Say, was it love of just a winking,
I have no word for it again.
Who was the prey? Who was the hunter?
All is contrary, it is mad,
Siberian cat has got it under
that caress plaid.
Who, whose hand was the ball in
in our duel of self-win?
Oh, say, your heart or mine was rolling
and bouncing real.
So, do I want it, do I need it?
What did it show?
Say, did I win? Was I defeated?
I do not know.
23.10.1914
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Marina Tsvetaeva
among huge red blooms
ornamental grasses wave
fleecy clouds wander
drowsing in fierce sun
very fragrant snowball bush
greenest grass carpets
purple peonies
shaded by cream sunflowers
when plum sun passes
emerald meadow
rich plush svelte fibrous carpet
cheap trite sheep fodder
Whilst the huge auditorium focused on the plushness of seat,
Lost little children were dying in a street
Far away, out of sight
Out of view of money’s might
Whilst the missionary was struggling to make ends meet
Well-dressed ushers reached out to greet
The sheep that in droves every Sunday flock
To sit in the most revered and favoured block
Whilst the children would learn under a tree
About how Jesus came to set them free
Plump bottoms sank down in luxurious rows
As the volume of the music beautifully grows
Tears streamed down the upheld face
Overwhelmed by music more than by Grace
Hands were reaching in public display
As for lost souls and countries they would all pray
Yet under their noses, under their gaze,
The lost masses and they were on two different ways
One heading down road small and craggy
With bare feet and clothing all shaggy
The others on paths creatively paved
Walking to cars, the spoils of the saved
Heading out to the broad soft highway
To the fenced safe haven where they all stay
Whilst the lost, on roads that are dusty
Exposed to the cold and winds cold and gusty
Find a gate, so incredibly small
That leads to the most wonderful hall
Filled with treasures, heaped in great masses
Filled with healers with ointment for lashes
Filled with love and Grace divine
Filled with bread and delicious wine
And looking down on the lost and weary
On their crying eyes all red and bleary
Reaching out with hand hot and dry
Praying for relief from the vast blue sky
And as the shaggy mourns for the souls that are lost
The financial committee was counting the cost
Of what was left at the end of the day
To send to the poor missionaries so far away
Very little, this month, I’m afraid to say
For the faithful to tithe we should earnestly pray!
Withholding spirit, we bind you now!
They proclaim and shout and pray and bow
little plush bunny, don't be sad
you'll only be here for a day
while your boy is gone away
he's a busy little lad ...
(don't fuss about the dust)
little plush bunny, on the shelf
patiently, you wait the day
when your boy will come to play
and hug you to himself ...
(to save you from the dust)
little plush bunny, long, you sit
waiting as the years go by
how your boy has grown so high
perhaps, in just a bit ...
(he'll save you from the dust)
little plush bunny, you've been true
all the years you hoped with joy
that, back would come, your little boy
to love and play with you ...
(and save you from the dust)
but ...
little plush bunny, gone is he ...
who once embraced you, oh so tight
held you safely through the night
as comes an end, to boys as he
not made to last, like plush, you see
he can not come to set you free ...
(or save you from the dust)
stay on the shelf ... you must.
Feel the rush
In still hush
Look to see
Touch set free
Sense thrill plush
In pink blush
See what hooks
This warm nook
Live fine trace
Brief words space
Leon Enriquez
12 November 2018
Singapore
Was both lovely and lush,
Living in someplace plush,
She saw me,
With much glee,
Now on her have a crush.
Jim Horn
Please feel more freer to need more
Than the needier of neediest. Don't
Stress or bleed on my moneyness.
Oh my goodness it's the plush of Posh!
Do you not see? It is an EMERGENCY.
emerge and see. You see? Yes it's
Best to watch and see. Oh wake
And see? Oh or Wake and watch.
You just wait and see. It will be plus
Posh the stock flock. What's it got?
The spot? Let me tell you. The walls
Of those streets have the funds.
There is forever always a memorable
Celebration in all of their most
Luxurious homes. Plus these over
Their know soooo much plush. And
That's the Posh of it. At present
They are building castles and or
Major swagger of mega wager
Palaces. And umm what is your
Analysis?
Be of good cheer
For love lives here
See how joy comes
To frame our sums
Tell of sure ease
In happy peace
Love wears a style
As fond cheer smiles
Do good to all
Who rise and fall
Heed your own heart
That lives all parts
Art your word rhyme
Sync with clear chimes
Time and space here
Await you dear
Live with plush grace
Show a kind face
Work your fine tell
Live where you dwell
Stillness brings zest
In a calm fest
Leon Enriquez
27 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT