Best Proprietor Poems
A Look Back at Eighteen Months Here-The Show is Over
When your poems reside in a shoe,
like mine,
pounding the pavement to nowhere.
The onset of blisters isn't imagined.
Those blisters take roots,
hindering your motivation
to move-
and to continue to write.
It hurts.
Seeing those poems take residence
in pity.
Sans the
comfort of
leather and lace,
shine and sole,
all of which would have been nice.
But all my eyes see are my poems,
tucked away in worn loafers,
unpolished,
unnoticed.
Not exactly eye candy.
But eyesores ...judging by the lack of views, here.
And undoubtedly my shoes made of synthetics
and sneakers
to the purveyors of good poetry
and good shoeshine.
I look down for good reason,
defacto
and stigmatized,
no contest wins,
no poems ever in the top 100 (new) list,
no scent of roses (or views),
nothing.
Nothing.
An abyss of sublimity,
save for the white bird
that chirps
to nobodies ears.
To wit.
For he who signs up for this site
got a handful of mixed emotions,
confetti less tomorrows,
a begotten rah, rah,
a ladle of spiel,
poems published ...
and in my case alone footnote
that I was a member
sans the shoe shine.
I really have to admit,
writing here,
eighteen months now,
has taken its toe.
I have no one to blame but myself.
Kind Regards,
connie pachecho
4/26/2018
The proprietor of the show has decided to call it quits, citing mental health issues here. The posse of black bears got to me. The guises, pretense, and hate towards me eroded my spirit. Tell her she can play with my insanity but not my spirit. To my readers, I really appreciate your patronage during this journey here even though the crops are bare and the barn fronts a blank stare.
The cows fight with the pigs, and bacon went to waste. One thing I take is the seed in me to aspire elsewhere, which I've already planted at HP under the name Logan Robertson. Thanks again. Wish everybody the best.
Were I a restaurant proprietor
Al fresco and exclusively for poets
My menu would be cryptic metaphors
Original from memories echoic
Spring rhymes of happy times and brighter days
Fresh summer sonnets mostly bittersweet
Then autumn prose on multicolored trays
Some winter villanelle hor dourves for treats
And if you come your muse can eat for free
Imagination is a welcome guest
There is one rule, no dictionaries please
Yes, thinking caps are furnished on request
Come dine with me until you get your fill
The best part is you'll never get a bill
September 6 2016
Her glasses perched on her nose, my old friend
the Bookworm proprietor, welcomed me smiling,
and then murmured. quietly.."behave yourself"
knowing I would end up at the poetry shelf.
Words, one word, a billion words..all for
me..all for the taking. Words of love and hate,
of brooks and fields, creatures small and great.
Words of sunshine and laughter ,sadness
and hope…of places and faces.
A coffee stain, a torn page patched with tape..
a loving inscription on a cover page.
Settling in my favorite chair, the tabby cat
at my feet, I loose myself in a land far away,
a land that grew from a poets mind and heart.
Tomorrow will come soon enough, but for this
time, and of all these words, I am a part…
8/24/14
Deception In Soup Creek
There once was a town called Soup Creek amiable and quaint
Filled with all these characters, a perfect picture they'd paint
It was founded to protect the innocent
Where one was welcome to come visit
A bold western saga exquisite
A Mayor, a Sheriff, a saloon proprietor
A bar owner, also a realtor
What comes next you can’t make it up, is true
A charlatan Sheriff who already knew
The saloon owner was a phony too
This is the tale what we thought a young fem,
Claimed she was being stalked by men
who used different user names
All the while she was doing the same
Many here feel used by her deception
Manipulated for her own protection
Even I was dragged in
To keep the adventure going
I was a bit overzealous
Got a vibe she was jealous
Cause I added a twist
And then there’s this…
Whose face is it?
Someone off the internet
Identity theft is what I saw
Or is madam above the law
I uncovered a foul devious charade
Just ego and hubris on parade
Meanwhile she had
Told a few folks who also were played
Madam’s her old self, and is back
With fists ready to attack
Writing about the value of friends
Pshaw, a victim again, it never ends
I don’t have the time for this
I’ll give it to you quick, Ma`am, Miss
What were you thinking, is it mental illness?
Tell the saloon owner, who invites us in for a drink
What in heavens name would Milton think?
I know I should move on gracefully
But it just didn't settle right with me
If lies and deception are your lot
At least you can try better not to get caught
After driving so far down the road,
I needed some sleep, so I slowed.
A sign said "motel"......
but one cannot tell,
when the weirdo is due to explode !!
This motel had declared a good rate.
So, I checked into my room, rather late.
But the price should be lower!
Compromised in the shower
By proprietor, young Norman Bates !!
I ran fast down the road, like a chicken !
While forgetting my clothes, panic-stricken !
No more showers, for me ! !
No more bubble bath glee ! !
Bare-assed, I might be, ....but still kickin' !!!!!
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Park bench encounter
Old man staring;
Faraway look
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Financial district
Business downturn;
By this fringe
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Stormy evening
Rain flows like oil;
Lightning dazzles
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Lift landing
Blank faces congregate;
Alone together
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Wind on my face
Rushing home;
Rain water wets
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Somnolent interlude
Cricket musical;
Deep dark night
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One by one
Bougainvilleas wither;
Floral carpet
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Pre-war terrace house
Old time architecture;
Four bougainvillea pots
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Bus stop crowd
Two others plus me;
A long wait
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Chinese barbecue pit
Chinese roast meat shop;
Long customer queue
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Unique antiques
Old proprietor smiles;
Curious shop sign
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Fashion parade
Glamour girls waltz;
Runway postures
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Beer and buzz
Evening outing;
Boozy conversations
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Parkway passage
Playground gossip;
Maids chatter
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Hymn of morning
Birdsong choral;
Lost in translation
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Huge ancient tree
Witness to change;
Silent sentinel
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Humid overtures
Sun without wind;
Temperature runs riot
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Chit-chat moment
Old lady neighbour;
Market trip
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Weary legs struggle
Heavy load in tow;
Footsteps homeward
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Leon Enriquez
24 June 2016
Singapore
My
Japanese Butterfly
Sole proprietor of my eye
Sole proprietor of my sky
Canary, strawberry
Colors extraordinary
She lives in an orangery
In a hole under an orange tree
Her kisses are of lemon-lime
Citrus, overwhelmingly delicious
Captivating submissive I’ve made
A solicitous conscious decision
To explore, desire, love-n-adore
Till I die
My Japanese Butterfly
Sincerely,
Your Puffy-eyed Chinese Dragonfly
Once upon a time there was a quaint little farm
and on it sat a rather large equine barn
Full of great horses and people and their tack
but for pest control there was a bit of a lack
The people conferred with the proprietor and said
"There's too many mice under feet and birds overhead"
The proprietor conferred with his wife and they agreed
that some new little hunters were badly in need
He informed all his tenants, gave them a ring
he said "For our little problem I have just the thing...
The brothers arrived all timid and scared
3 stumbling kittens with sleek gray hair
Bundles of fur and love and play
they surely didn't seem any threat to their prey
But it didn't take long for these brothers to become
quiet little hunters one by one
As they all grew and watched they learned
the good life isn't always easy, but it's better earned
Little Shadow, Cloud, and Storm
of this pride of brothers small creatures be warned
Like stealthy wraiths they stalk the night
their grey cloak revealing only yellow eyes glowing bright
So now we tiny creatures can befall a new fate
if we see the eyes it's already too late
And we tell this tale to our young
when night is nigh and day is done
Beware the reapers slinking in
Beware the eyes...The Brothers Grimm!!
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Evening skyline
Glow of last light;
Dark shadows creep
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Green moss
Zen garden stones;
Calmness charms
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Antique shoppe
Old proprietor;
Living antique
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Cemetery visit
Angel statues stand
Guardians of death
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Newspaper vendor
Hazards early rain;
Prompt delivery
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World news broadcast
So many conflicts;
Violent humanity
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Children's playground
Noisy little people;
Fun screams and shouts
~~~~~~~~~
Empty taxi cabs
Absent passengers;
Telling times
~~~~~~~~~
Economic woes felt
Here and there;
Poor job market
~~~~~~~~~
Old Kung-fu master
Long solitary wait;
No students come
~~~~~~~~~
Ginseng root brew
Potent tonic;
Energy surge
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City skyscrapers
Over the horizon;
Pouring wet weather
~~~~~~~~~
Speeding carriages
Expressway crowds;
Sudden traffic jam
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Ancient rooftops
Chinese architecture;
Old beauty glimpses
~~~~~~~~~
Morning joggers
On a brisk run;
Sparkling dawnlight
~~~~~~~~~
Old pavilion here
Leaking raindrops;
Wet shelter
~~~~~~~~~
Chinatown alleys
Shops with odd things;
Tourists congregate
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Little India street
Spicy concortions;
Culture in full bloom
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Words tell
Pictures swirl;
New sightings
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Old hunchback lady
Malnutrition showing;
Struggles for pennies
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Old man gathers
Discarded paper cartons;
Money for next meal
~~~~~~~~~
Fortune teller waits
Cards and incense;
Table advisory
~~~~~~~~~
Empty park bench
No one can sit;
Soaking wet
~~~~~~~~~
Cardio fitness
Gym membership;
Workout a sweat
~~~~~~~~~
Old photographs
Long ago moments;
Brown sepia scraps
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
10 September 2014
Singapore
I am vulture
My soul case may be repugnant,
However, I have every sawbones decimal
On my speed dial
Before any croacker decrees justice
On a soul case,
They confer with me
My logbook contains a docket
Of every Golgotha and slaughterhouse on the planet
I am on first name basis
With every casket maker, mortuary Steward and proprietor
I am the fiend no soul case wants to see,
Hear or dream about
My name send's shivers down the spine of mortals
I am a friend in need and indeed;
I am the curator in every country
Where war and conflict thrive
No one thinks of me
And no one want's me as a pet
I am the dark one; the dark continent
I am vulture, the patient one
She came tearing through the parking lot
Finally she brought the car to a stop
From fore to aft I count three lines crossed
What worries me more is how near are the people
Finally she brought the car to a stop
The "other two" tires again touched the ground
What worries me more is how near are the people
She doesn't touch street drugs, unless you count her adrenaline
The "other two" tires again touched the ground
The proprietor of the establishment came out and she said
She doesn't touch street drugs, unless you count her adrenaline
Try to be calm he said rolling his eyes, take to the stage to find your natural high.
The proprietor of the establishment came out and she said
From fore to aft, I count three lines crossed
Try to be calm he said rolling his eyes, take to the stage to find your natural high.
She came tearing through the parking lot.
we poets are waiting for the moonset
sitting on my balcony, evolutions shamans
now wandering the beach
we are solving every social ill
while walking Blake's path of excess
to some palace of wisdom
this sojourn has but one worry
the hour the liquor store closes
less the worry here, shamans open doors
money, lycanthropy meandering the beach
a ramada where we wake the proprietor
who finds such occurrences propitious
vending beer, most cultures' insanity is sacrosanct
the moon is waning into the ocean
to Bach's Toccata and Fugue
we are singing Eddie Arnold's cattle call
while the other horizon eructs
red-orange warnings poets love to ignore
evanescent crescendos
write something every day, i am not that bored
the sleep never begun is over
quart bottles cover the table
our proprietor lies in the Land of Nod
poets of Laputa, self-serving pataphysicians
the bench is strewn with the problems of Gulliver
La Senora arrives, shift changes, orders breakfast
and this proceeds until siesta time
the repairing of every social ill
retiring into respective hammocks
we are philosophers, possess our epigrams
no siesta, no fiesta, tomorrow i swear
a new and improved version
the beach is safe now
for white bucks scribbling in the sand
while our feet are beyond and supine
covered with flies, killing us
did not the Beats do this
San Blas 91 The Patient Stones
Laughter floats
Playground voices;
Evening canopy
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Brick laid walkway
Busy wayfarers;
Old man ponders
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Sunset strip
Children at play;
Frolic greets fun
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Humongous tree
People cluster;
Heritage spot
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Antique shoppe
Ancient escapades;
Old proprietor stares
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Old winding road
So many hotspots;
Happy hours lure
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New lease
Old car charms;
Good to go
~~~~~~~~~
Mechanic laughs
Trouble-shoots faults;
Restores car health
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Brisk salon tour
Charming hair styling;
White streaks highlight
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Pain stabs
Broken heart bleeds;
Vitriol sorrow
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Ancient rubber tree
Heritage monument;
Living story preserved
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Crowded mall lift
People like sardines;
Lonely together
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Overcast skyline
Rain on the verge;
Afternoon matinee
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Lovebirds float
Old man watches;
Showtime walkway
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Haiku moment:
Touch jazzy feel;
Somnolent drift
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Why and How
Now and Here;
Spontaneous curl
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Primal black beauty
Metallic contours;
Ergonomic mystique
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Glimpses here
Thoughts untangled;
Adrenaline rush
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Lines surge
Observe rules;
Cutting thought
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Leon Enriquez
17 March 2017
Singapore
Well boys and girls, the staff here at Lim’rik Flats is very pleased to announce the first ever GIGGLE-OF-THE-DAY award goes to:
(insert drum roll, ticking tock, annoying quasi-music and extremely annoying pause like they do on Dancing With the Stars)
WAIT!
First we have to explain. We’ve handed out “best chuckle of the day,”
“best guffaw so far today,” and “splattered coffee all over the ‘puter screen” comments for quite some time.
When we read: A Few Things That Please Me Now by Denis Barter, we commented: “Best giggles of the day.” This is a very gigglish light-hearted poem.
Then we got sparked to initiate a “giggle-of-the-day award”
(see: lim’rik flats giggle-of-the-day award by Lim’rik Flats).
guess what — SOUPTANEOUS COMBUSTION HAPPENED!!!
Three super soupers simultaneously created a “giggle-of-the-day challenge!” (credit Tim Smith for the challenge concept)
Is that cool or what?
In addition to Denis’s fine poem, I encourage y’all to read:
GOTD: DAN THE MAN by Alexis Y.
GOTD BAWDY LIMERICK WHAT A WHOPPER by Jan Allison
GOTD - ROUND ONE by Tim Smith
We’ve decided to award four GOTD’s in honor of an amazing response to our call for MORE SILLIES ON THE SOUP!!!
So, all four poems/poets listed are winners of GOTD’s for 11/27/16.
CONGRATULATIONS YOU DEELIGHTFULLY SILLY POETERS!!!
Oh, btw, the lim’rik flats rules committee is in session (watta ruckus). Some think there should be more than one award. Some, of course, are saying it is NOT FAIR to have four winners. Some want “NA” as another category (that ain’t gonna happen)
Well pooh on committees! The proprietor of Lim’rik Flats will continue to award GOTD any way he dang well pleases!
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE visit these funny PO’s and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE write some funny PO’s and post ‘em on the soup.
Laundering wealthy clothes and other valuables,
baptizing moments and grand white-washed events,
scrubbing dissonant deposits
into healthy places and times,
laundering life with transcendent love.
When we're done sitting in solidarity with Earth's laundry,
it's probably time to start over,
or succumb to our own stinky mess of pseudo-wealth
Therapeutically baptizing body-minds toward resilient health
may require soaking in resonant eco/ego co-awareness,
eco-herent
eco-operative
ecompassioning co-identity.
Clean chi-body clothes cover
and uncover,
discover,
recover would be co-redeemers of healthy mental wealth
rediscovering spiritually naturing systems.
Corporate-sponsored competitive detergents
of urgent LeftHemisphere enculturation
have blinded too many to a more polycultural Received Tradition:
human nature evolved through interdependent mentorships
of caregiving and nurturance and cooperation
between
within
among
inclusive of all Earth's tumbling Tribes
learning natural relationships
in environmental systems
stabilizing through mutual solidarity,
like air with fire,
soil with water.
Too often Left-Brain Dominance
has confused our designer attire and attitudes
facilitator scrubbing functions
mutual mentoring
co-redemptive economic EcoLogical Co-Operative Vocations
with those we have labeled
"Sole Proprietor"
and "Owner" of Nature's Laundry.
These labels tend to come off
during a healthy multicultural stone-washed thrashing
of decompositional analysis.
EgoCentrism,
like traumatic AnthroCentrism,
and its oppressor cousin, RacialElitism,
and MonoCultural SurfaceCleaned Tolerance
fail to wash well
for achieving long-term EcoCentric
PolyCultural
Health-Wealth Optimization Outcomes.
HumanHubris confuses ourselves,
scrubbing down our Beloved EarthHost
as if She were a monopolistically-intended Flea,
resulting in great misfortune
especially for Earth's future grandchildren
drowning in over-populated toxic pain in the everywhere.
They could have been our much Beloved Community,
if we would regenerate this drying out revolution,
permaculturally washing
with Earth's Nature-Balancing
decompositional soap
of ecological intelligence.