Best Puzzles Poems
Puzzles in Pink
Yesterday is just a dream.
I took you everywhere,
but you... do not remember.
My little one,
you cried and cried.
We went to the park,
to feed the ducks.
We went to the ocean,
to swim in the sea.
We went to the fair,
to dance high in the air...
above the crowds and laugh.
We climbed into pits,
full of balls and toys.
Drawn funny pictures,
without smiles,
colors and numbers,
and medical files.
I held your hand.
You stared off into space,
a place, I could never go.
I tried again in the morning,
an again in the night.
I could not give up the fight.
I wanted the Light in your eyes,
to shine.
Now you walk on by,
you even say "hi".
You talk and sing,
and do everything.
You are the glory of my heart,
God listened to me.
He heard my soul,
and let me see,
you fly...
free.
Poetry is like puzzles or paint
coming together a bit at a time;
The design bold or sometimes faint;
Often requiring self restraint
it’s such a tall mountain to climb;
Poetry is like puzzles or paint;
Never interested in playing it straight;
From the softest pink to neon lime
the design bold or sometimes faint;
Prose like a picture must be traced,
blended with soul, rhythm, and rhyme;
Poetry is like puzzles or paint;
With this box of crayons you translate
your demons into something sublime;
The design bold or sometimes faint;
Imagination the fundamental trait,
like the base coat it will prime;
Poetry is like puzzles or paint,
the design bold or sometimes faint.
Sunrise aglow, she plucks a flower from his garden,
in a stealth hush, she sees him serene this warden.
Meanders even closer upon a sequestered creek
She imagines a brush of his lips against her cheek.
When a curious corgi barks and ignites a blush
Her stroll again will end, amongst the grass so plush,
verdant with an aura a somber amber green,
‘tis the first time this intruder has ever been seen.
Relaxing in my garden chair blessedly alone,
with my cup of soothing chai and Scottish scone.
No TV, computer, iPod, kith or kin,
my crossword puzzle I shall now begin.
So, an eight-word name for a Mayan sink?
A quika—I didn't even have to think!
As the sun clears the rolling hills afar
I'm done, a crossword superstar!
My Corgi Hal licks my face in congratulations,
as the sun-lit moor beckons her invitation.
Such a simple, sweet, tranquil pleasure,
Sunday morning crosswords, my priceless treasure.
Just for a while
Wear a foolish smile;
Why?
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Words on a page
Now tells on you;
Silly poet
~~~~~~~~~
Cryptic ideas veil
Disrupt the easy;
Confront conflict
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Memory goes back
Loiters on old borders;
Ancient artifacts
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Sad news really
Death at doorstep;
Pit stop grief
~~~~~~~~~
Evening wind chokes
Hazy air smoky;
Faraway peat fires
~~~~~~~~~
Touch of morning
Miniature dog walking;
Owner on a leash
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By this park bench
Old memories float;
Sunburst exfoliation
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Young couple styles
Love in slow motion;
Love birds winging
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Old man limping
Old wife aiding;
Ancient love affair
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
16 October 2014
Singapore
Birds... they do not know our puzzles
for us they are a mystery themselves
...
Unscramble knowledge
Rearrange and calculate
Time is against you
Why write poetry?
Someone asked again;
Why breathe?
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Snail sliding slowly
Grass verge camouflage;
Morning psalm
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Morning crowd
Busy feet congregate;
Fiddle with cellphones
~~~~~~~~~
Downtown office complex
Rush hour traffic;
Urgent commotion
~~~~~~~~~
Food court terrestrials
Sea of hungry faces;
No place to sit
~~~~~~~~~
Work day blues
So much for so little;
Make ends meet
~~~~~~~~~
Modern day woes
So little time,
So much to do
~~~~~~~~~
Healthy constellations
Mötley yoga class;
Fitness sublimates
~~~~~~~~~
Morning newspapers
Friday through Sunday;
Terminal indigestion
~~~~~~~~~
Words in a rhyme
Lost in a thought;
Inconsequential
~~~~~~~~~
Only crazy people write
Wasted resources;
Sober conclusion
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
13 October 2014
Singapore
Bus stop sensations
Where's the bus?
Tardy connection
~~~~~~~~~
Old contact hearsay
Not much to say;
Silent confrontation
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Frangipani sunrise
Pink, yellow, white --
Magical moments
~~~~~~~~~
Smoky stray wind
Grim echoes;
Stale air descends
~~~~~~~~~
Shoppes in decline
Ancient wares loiter;
No takers
~~~~~~~~~
Evening settles
Noisy commotions fade;
Mahjong excavations!
~~~~~~~~~
By this old quay
Modern face lifts greet;
New watering hole
~~~~~~~~~
New dreams stacked
On old faded sites;
Cool revolution
~~~~~~~~~
Play school toddlers
Exchange play things;
Rude awakenings
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
17 October 2014
Singapore
TV sensation
Prime time news;
Wake up call
~~~~~~~~~
Elegant poise on TV
Charming sweet voice;
Brilliant anchor delivery
~~~~~~~~~
Homegrown talent
Sparkle and shine;
New media sensation
~~~~~~~~~
Stock market trends
Upswing and downswing;
Challenging times
~~~~~~~~~
Politics of freedom
Confrontational constituents;
Angry defiance
~~~~~~~~~
Observe the times
Conflicts permutates;
Right and left and wrong
~~~~~~~~~
Losing streak
Gambling losses;
Cut loss and run
~~~~~~~~~
Affairs of the heart
Uneasy showdown;
Bruised egos clash
~~~~~~~~~
Pun of old wit
Can still sting;
Mad hornets stir
~~~~~~~~~
Kill joy this talk
Something for nothing;
Deceit attends conceit
~~~~~~~~~
Gain or loss
Not much has changed;
Greedy is greedy
~~~~~~~~~
Here we go again
Flirt from old pain;
Embrace new pain
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Sweet baby asleep
Mother's fond embrace;
Peace in the valley
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Leon Enriquez
20 October 2014
Singapore
PUZZLES OF LEAVES
The hillside canopies of seemingly cascading skeleton trees,
bare their boney branches that once clung to myriad puzzles of leaves.
Each shimmering fall leaf
a vividly colored flame,
now a fallen burnt out brief
spent for its time of fame,
leaving their once possessive bare bone branches
to cold gently falling avalanches.
This hillside of sleeping skeleton trees
now savoring the solace of His will done,
and humbly bowed down on their bony knees,
await the assured joy of His Spring to come.
Written by
Robert A.Dufresne 11/3/16
Life weaves its way through destiny
and the chips fall where they may
Some bask in glory, others in sorrow
Painting choices in blue and gray
Bringing every emotion into play
We must weather whatever it brings
Or we will be left out in the rain
Or worse yet, a hurricane,
Blowing troubles upon pain
After the storms of life have blown
We emerge with the scars it left
Trying to put the pieces together
On the fragile puzzle of its breath
We take this journey in faith, as
Life weaves its way through destiny
And we hang on for the roller coaster ride, as
*"The storms are raging on the rollin' sea, and on the highway of regret"*
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* "The storms are raging on the rollin' sea, and on the highway of regret"*
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Puzzles when they are games is fun.
Puzzles in life can make you feel dumb.
Putting together life's little clues
Still searching for the letter so not to lose.
Even the geniuses in the world
Get stumped from time to time.
Is life the hardest puzzle of all?
At times it can make one hit a wall.
Or on the flip side it could be fun
if you look at like a marathon run.
Build up some steam and be brave
Use your brain don't be afraid.
Life is always a mystery
But at times you just really need
Some sort of miracle to calm
your heart.
Some sort of sign so you don't need
to dart.
every which way, here and there.
Racking your brain for some sort of repair.
So, Mr Puzzle please lay low.
Give some time to choose the right road.
Too much at once is hard to comprehend
A small good one is how you win!
Putting puzzles together used to be relaxing.
But now it is not nearly as much fun.
For I live with a grandfather who always hides the last piece.
We used to tolerate this behavior because he always appeared with it.
He has dementia now and forgets where he put it.
Thus, my puzzle-making days are over.
It is too frustrating now.
We also have a cat who loves to swish puzzle pieces on the floor.
Between the two of them they have ruined it for me.
What if the world is made of puzzles?
Every piece of a puzzle identifies the true meaning of life
The way the earth keeps moving in circles
How the sun spreads life to nature
How it spreads light
To others so we can see with our own eyes.
Like jigsaw puzzles
Looking for pieces, they'd say,
To fit our heart's shape
Per person just one we get;
But I would differ
There is so much more to love
If we don't contort
Nor limit to just one form
The things we devote
To those nesting in our soul.
By dropping the masks
We liberate our faces
Opening the doors
To that elusive land where
Demons and angels can play