Best Urgency Poems

TIME TO ACT  ,TIME TO ACT
NATURE TURNING VIOLENT
SNIFFING STRANGE  COMPOUNDS
NOT  FAMILIAR  WITH AS  FROM  
CREATION.
CHANGING  FORM IN  DESPERATION
WANTING TO SURVIVE
FLOODS,DROUGHTS,MELTING ICE
MORE HEAT ARE THE RESULTS.
NATIONS UNDER WATER
LIVELIHOOD  DESTROYED
LOVE ONES DISAPPEAR 
DRAWN IN WATER , KILLED BY...

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Study to show thyself approved 
in thy youthful day 

a man is dispensable 
if the call is rejected 
another is chosen 
to take up the mantle 

there is urgency in the 
masters work 
the call is made 
service minded hearken 

in his presence is 
fullness...

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No Urgency

An urgent care doctor told me
Black eyes are no huge urgency
Can be if they're real...
Did just now reveal
Eye makeup has spread flagrantly!

January 10, 2019

Contest: Limerick II
Sponsor: Joseph May
Theme: Doctor
Used: ABCDE...

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Words within whirls
Sense subtle swirls


Words on the edge
Jump off the ledge


Words blot this page
Calm steers the rage


Words once cryptic
Now weave magic


Words sad but true
Fling right on cue


Words weave work well
True timely tell



Leon Enriquez
26 August 2015
Singapore...

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satellite visions
crisp...sharp
three dimensioned
lying parallel
mood just right 
aromatic candles
smooth curvy figurine
looking so sensual
moaning as she fein
each kiss rapture targets with extreme precision
enticing as she nibbles her fist
gaping slowly to conjure me
in and out 
round and round
pulsating urgently
strategically tantalizing each reaction
slowly and smoothly
penetrating sappy love
molten with desire...

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Watch words wake
Sense soul stake
Mind mulls make


Glimpse grand grounds
Proof plots pound
Ripe reach rounds


Choice crafts clay
Set swift say
Prime pure play


Stroke soft sift
Loud laughs lift
Graft grooms gift


Nice niche near
Hope heeds here
Claim calm cheer


Death dooms dance
Cause creams chance
Pique prompt prance




Leon Enriquez
08 May 2019
Singapore...

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I breath
My breathes
Floating
In front of me
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind

I convulse
My convulsions
Shaking
My core
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind

I babble
My babbles
Confusing
All humanity
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind

I shutter
My shutters
Breaking me
Inside out
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind

I know
My knowing
Helps me
See you clearly
And you
Don't know
You'll never
Know...

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Confusion in all the most obvious places
On her face,
In his words
A collective silence to urge nothing said should leave this room 

A mark of intelligence 
Missed by a split second of hesitation
Its harder to talk with a drink soaring down your throat
But I can't say...

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“Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.” Isaiah 1:18 of the King James Bible

Now is the time to...

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I sensed that my bladder might be angry at me
as recently it screams of urgency.
The other day when I heard loud chatter, I said
"dear bladder, what ever is the matter?"
He said, "lately you don't listen so I have to shout
in order for you to let...

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I'm always so urgent
      I'm top priority doubtless
      In the relentless pursuit of me...

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Chase my tricks of dew 
among the narcissi
that sit atop 
my window sill
with flits of stolen 
galanthus 
I pilfered just for you.

I hasten that you answer me
before the moon twitches at her curtains
to sneak a better view.




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[b]5[/b]
The clock’s tick is a slow blade,
cutting through the silence,
fingers cold on metal chains—
it’s only minutes now,
my breath tearing through my chest.

[b]4[/b]
I can hear them—footsteps,
too close, too far,
scraping keys, rattling,
the air, thick—
I choke on it, wait.

[b]3[/b]
The light through the bars feels wrong,
like it’s burning me—
I...

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Kicked at it, thought it was just
another cigarette butt
half-buried in street slime—
but it was a small, dead moth,
wings crushed, soft dust sticking
to my rubbery shoe.
...

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