Best Stake Out Poems
There will always be a last time
Fragile web, I can't confirm strength
threads spun together into the complex tapestry
Existential thinkers of the abyss
searching for light in the dark
and attempts to stake out a way forward
Phoenix bird, more than just an act
Picture becomes incomplete
the pieces scattered by the wind
Don't lose track
one question at a time, a wine glass half finished
where stars explode
Caught in this swirling undiluted power
unfiltered heart that is deeply rooted
The lighthouse must be lit
Swallowed poisonous syllables
the light from the computer screen stings the eyes
long-term parking - accept your own limitations
I'm like what's next?
I'm in the P.D.X,
so flexed-
come rain or come next,
if the weather has test,
"I say" take the heather to caress the pests-
rush in on tether's and bust up their measures,
force on them pleasures because I take care the never never and replace them with edgers...
So take out your name,
and stake out the possessed,
because what allowed us always came to be best.
The place, New York City, downtown Brooklyn. The time is two thirty in the
morning, the job, stake out, Red Light district, yeah, you know the place, full
of full of vice, graft, corruption and every other kind of crime. Oh Yeah ! name's
Rodney, Rodney Townsend, my friends call me Brick, don't ask!
I'm here looking for what we call at the twenty third, the Rip. Just our name
for a modern day "Jack the Ripper" Real nasty, I've seen his work, see I work
for the Vice squad, detective sgt., so I got the lucky draw for this assignment,
Six women in all dead, sliced and diced, with one exception. Last week, in
Central Park, same MO, she got lucky....she lived!
In the report she kept saying something about a shadow, a shadow that moved
like the wind.She said this "shadow" attacked her attacker. She said the shadow had a "
Big sword" and took one swing and killed the perp. But when the cops got
there they couldn't find a body, gone, lots of blood, no blood trail, no body. I went
to the park to check it out, nothing much to go on there, strange!
Damn, I gotta go, just heard a scream not to far away. "William thirty Baker, requesting
back up at Lindsey and forth, by Momma Spinelli's bakery" Rounding
the corner, " oh my God" "William thirty Baker, I got a dame covered in blood, and
it aint hers. I also got a stiff, better send the wagon.
One look at the stiff tells me he's been cut, cut deep! From neck to knees, and
he's colder than ice in a scotch on the rocks. "Lady, ya wanna tell me what went
down here?" That's the first thing us cops ask, ya know. A.......A.... Shadow, it...it
was just a Shadow" " Come on lady! " And it had a....a.... Sword!!!!
The Samurai Returns
To be Continued!!!!!
Drug dealers sell not far from your door,
patiently waiting there in the dark.
And with cash in hand, you look to score,
trolling back alleys, daunting and stark.
A storm-soaked sky spits pieces of grey,
pummeling the ground with hail and rain.
And as you're jonesing on the way,
fear fuels jolts of shame mixed with pain.
Ghostly specters, harbingers of doom,
pimp narcotics with swagger and style.
And stake out recesses in the gloom;
where lies get exchanged for denial.
Ignoring your promise to abstain,
you renege on pledges to stay clean.
And shoot heroin into your vein,
that brings you right back to where you've been.
Just another monster to defeat;
Death bides its time while watching you crawl.
And the consequences of deceit
are no one will catch you when you fall.
Burn the buns,
date the chums,
range rants and take the gums,
summon the slums...
Stake-out for intimacies~
awaiting the chimes jumping infinities,
languish lore-
the entanglements roar!
Richer than tryin' in the doors,
silk'd as saddlin',
tricky as the mind we're in.
with noticeable burgeoning bosom in the offing, ahoy
this baby faced blubbery bosom beastie boy
fast becoming a bra man,
and might hire himself out
as a male wet nurse for employ
ment, cuz when stark naked on shark tank,
I behold two bopping, brewing, busting
flap jacks in search of a frying pan,
which change in my physiognomy doth annoy
but, suddenly spurring,
this ordinarily calm, cool, and collected chap
positing even a more radical income idea
changing ma name to Chester, letting hooters
get suckled, though,
methinks they qualify as milk duds
tit two siamese twin guys christened ell and roy
offering accompanied with serving of cookies,
where adipose floppy blimps
rank popular as novel cheap toy
where art though washboard stomach,
where brestworks didst sprout
as if overnight a markedly increased
from flat “Joe” six pack chest did an about
face, with squishy, mushy, and doughy
sprang up without doubt
suddenly forcing a sexual identity crisis,
which freaky phenomenon makes me wanna pout
for weird, wicked woebegone
affects the psyche of this lviii aged lout
wondering what other transitions,
this fellow may indeed be on the look out
feigning to traverse (in me mind) badgering
rugged hormonal secretion terrain akin to a girl scout
on the prowl targeting a peeping tom,
whose foolery demands clout,
thus this imposed unfair punishment,
as some half assed irreversible decree
maybe hints of other surprises,
yet tubby revealed, which haint no fallacy
possibly being brewed up by a brood
of bruiting imps of the pervert with glee
some bot sized microscopic
anti bosom buddy hood stolen the genetic key
analogous to a pesky malware,
virus, trojan horse secrete lee
scheming to transform the sexual identity of me
perhaps waking up tomorrow minus
my little peppy ***** , and behold a pussy
should such an outcome prevail,
where media papparazzi
stake out this freak of nature re:
doubling efforts erecting fortifications
in a big old sassy tree,
especially if the press
(i.e. particularly meaning Wikileaks)
discovers ability to experience infinite orgasms
converting sexual predilection into electric utility.
When the summer sun and heat get to be too much it’s time to hit the beach.
Pack up all your beach things from blankets, towels, beach toys, a beach umbrella, food and don’t forget the sun screen.
When you hit the beach first thing you do is stake out a spot and put up your beach umbrella & lay out your beach towel.
Then you can just relax for the day and spend your time swimming in the ocean, exploring the tidal pools or sitting under your umbrella reading a book and just people watching.
You see little kids having fun chasing waves & building some awesome sand castles, teenagers are hanging out playing Frisbee or beach volleyball, older folks are strolling along the boardwalk holding hands.
Seagulls are being their general pesky selves; swooping around the air, looking for food and sometimes even dive bombing someone holding a hot dog in their hands.
Spending time at the beach is pure magic, because nowhere else on Earth compares to the majesty of the sand, surf and tidal pools of the beach.
He stood stalwart
watching western dusk
promising pink and red ribbon of light
crevice of Presence
between dual dark starless night
and vaguely outlined Earth's end of bright
for yet another day's journey
through spatial time,
diurnal rhyme.
Boot journeyed feet planted
centering weight and stretching spine
reaching to breach this transitional last gasp
of hope's new day,
grasping for how this time is without precedent
yet timelessly emerging
re-submitting into unto worn-dark cosmic consciousness,
narrow gap of fading pink with blue-grey veins
networking night of sky with Earth
to close this endless day.
Where was he when this time started and closed
and before?
Standing stake-out watching EarthDay's fading string
of time's co-arising light
folding in Earth's darkening rim
rolling toward him
across cold black twilight night
reaching toward his Elder future
staring blind toward endless time
glaring timeless blind back
through his prehistoric story.
At last, he inhaled deaf heaven
and blind Earth's embrace
one more time
less day turning night
breathing light in and out of dreams
through lives of sages
lost to reasoned musing memory.
Treasonally forgetting
to say farewell
and namaste
before gently closing his back yard's western door
with full will and warm co-arising intent
to thank morning's dawn
for showing up
despite his lack of eco-social grace.
His dreams drench absorbing graceful face
smiling Earth's radical revolution
with timeless eternal pace
of dusk's red ribboned grace
warning dawn's threshold of climatic race
toward upside-down political health economies.
Heaven dressing Earth's night
in moon-revolving star light,
while Earth cooperates her most regeneratively sexy synthesis
through sun revolving light's full moon consciousness;
all dressed up
with every Earth revolving
sacred place to go.
He stared through this dual dressed study
until his turn to exhale once more,
while opening dawn's eastern gathering door.
Goddess
What is your psychology? Is this apart of our evolutionary biology?
Don’t you see that this kind of thinking paves the way for pathology ?
To kill with your sword in the name of the lord
A good way to justify all those that have been ignored
Don’t pay mind to the rest because you know this is the test
Of gods theory and gods will and he shall not shut his eyes to the best
Yea we heard the game but what’s in it besides the pain and the fame and the shame
It’s time we reclaim our history and let our minds finally be free
All the mysteries have unraveled you see
It’s time to mix it up and add some her-story
Because her- story isn’t centered around the killings and the beatings of innocent lives that be
The destruction of mankind that we see
Her-story revolves around mastering spirituality
Of Plurality, mentality, and reality
The goddess within and the goddess without pay homage to your surroundings
You know what this is about,
Revolutionaries will do it as nature does, take roots and sprout
Look back and shout, get ready for a stake out because we are devout to the bone
Takin it back to when women were treated as if they were on thrones
Rest aside the implied pride, our cries have been far too long denied
Please allow the sexes to coincide, you know it’s about time.
I wonder how? I wonder why?
Just listen well and discern clear,
Urge you right now: open your eyes!
Sense a ground swell that knows not fear,
Thrill follows spill in some cheap talk.
Wise is the man who knows the truth,
Observe the chill as madness stalks;
Note how you can stake out real proof,
Deeds tell the tale where facts avail;
Etch in your mind what hard work buys,
Runaway sales cannot prevail!
Invest not blind the empty highs,
Nice is sweet spice that feels so good,
Glimpse hollow prize that kills your mood!
Leon Enriquez
03 September 2015
Singapore
The dread of dead birds
In the ambient of a stake-out
Is the song of blood
Exists
A slightly higher pitched thought
Like the distances
Lave themselves with silence
Sail away eyes down Attila's ill-whirlpools
Dig out the birds
Which are self-sufficient
Convinced
That the most beautiful voices
Reach
From dead lines in the ground
We need them
At the beginning and the end of love
We always summon them then
born of the poets and born of beleivers
born of the zealots and broken deceivers
living the life i knew i would live
taken by others refusing to give
i stake out my future
with weak sweaty palms
uncharted, unwanted
i heard living bombs
dropped by planes in the distance
i look with disdain
upon hoardes of the dead
beaten bloody insane
men who walk with a lord
who deceitfully smiles
so can we afford
to be stuck in the aisles
of a shop long forgotten
known only by sages
who buy humans begotten
unto rusty cages
of thorns and dead splinters
despite all the cold
of red and white winters
they stood up so bold.
still i hike on a trail
barefooted but free
as i close bloodshot eyes
to a world i wont see
Life
Is pointless..
A point would
Stake out a
World of separation..
Which would
Display the drama
Appearing in
The life
As is known..
Which is
Beautifully
Frighteningly
Wow..!!
They scar and mar the alma mater of the altar/
We’re hard on bars as we rock it and lift off far and soar sure of our space car/
They’ll never run us flat too solid for that /
Matter of fact we hear ‘em like a fawn’s blat after we snapped with sass and packed brass/
More chatter they chit chat the madder the hats/
Were out here spit for spat aghast at the sadder cast/
Thinking their blabber lasts they flash and lambaste/
Then lay waste and deface their two faced ace/
Glazed flakes with play fakes stake out to take from an honorary mate/
Years they’d wait after my best mates tragic fate/
A frayed tactic that’d leave my Dad, my hero dismayed /
Worked many days, played and paid to have it the way it was made for our stay/
Irked by the flirts of dark days lured by stark strays