I'm a furry Aussie wombat
I'd like to ask you for a date
And if it all works out
you could become my best mate
Together we'd go bush
where we'd scratch a little furrow
The start of a conjugal home
we could extend and build a mighty burrow
We could feed upon the Aussie native grass
to that menu add some leaves and roots and moss
And if we become a couple
I'd always let you be the boss
I'm regarded as a cuddly kind of chap
who knows we might eventually elope
I would send you birthday cards
communicate by post, in a brightly, coloured envelope
He was a gumptious enterprising chap
To his monetary endeavors, I gave a simple clap
He developed a brand-new computer app
It pointed out a lucrative treasure map
Why didn’t he go broke? Asked my pal Hap
Because he then invented a tasty wrap
And a guard dog that gives you a zap
He was a gumptious enterprising chap
I know who could have your grave dug,
Your life stop with a reserved slug
Just for bearing a water jug
And treading on his Persian rug...
Not that jug's content you had spilled
But you have his trust in you killed
In his heart carved a wound not healed
Of the things he'd seek: Battlefield!
The chap who could seize someone's mug
And let it a great deal him bug
That one couldn't off the idea shrug...
What a Persian Rug protector,
Self helping with Lie Detector.
SPRING CHAP GOH MEI
Subtle spring fest as earth awakes,
Prompt thus the surge of vibrant feel;
Rich flavours nest in ample takes,
Intense the urge of nature's will;
Note how joy hurls such fragrant times,
Glimpses of grace moves fertile soil.
Calm vivid swirls accord warm chimes,
Here in clear trace busy hands toil;
Abide fond cheer wise touch of hope,
Peace spreads a glow of poignant truth.
Gain worthwhile spheres as love sculpts scope,
Observe the flow of visual truth;
Health now flings tints of blessings grand.
Meet precious voice in wholesome space,
Embrace bright spring that fashions trends;
Imprints of poise now syncs kind grace.
Leon Enriquez
26 February 2018
Singapore
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(Note: The words "Chap Goh Mei" is a
phrase in the Chinese dialect Hokkien,
and means "Fifteenth Night" of the 1st
Lunar month in Spring, when the
Chinese New Year begins.)
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It was the night before Christmas when all through the Soup
Many were still writing trying to regroup
Their sonnets were written with delicate care
Hoping the judges would at least be fair
Some poets whose muses had already gone to bed
Struggled to find words lost in their heads
Into Christmas Pleiades some tried to tap
But dozed off at their computer an took a nap
But then on the blogs there arose such a chatter!
Many rushed to read to see what was the matter
All contests would be judged by a jolly old chap!
Who wore a long white beard and a dimpled red cap!
The comments on the blog began to grow and grow
Soon it was hot, and could melt the falling snow
It must be St Nick who on the blog did appear
He even had pictures of all his reindeer!
Each poem a gift to St Nicks delight
Each contest win wrapped in ribbons so bright
The jolly old chap soon dropped out of sight
But I heard him exclaim as he took off in flight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!!"
You got a brand name
Everyone knows you
You shine every day
So they just admire you
Thought of a wrong age
Miscalculated in mind
Your flesh isn’t too old
Like so same as mine
A brilliant chap
Can talk a lot of words
You can see him grinning
Though he’s just alone
Did I almost forget?
Oh you love to squeeze me
Almost ashamed
You did see me
I recall, bringing you home, quite small and cuddly
Bouncing around eyes flashing, ears floppy.
Your passion: chewing all and making mess around
Put your head down as you heard my foot sound.
But were my security guard in my old age
Barking at each of passer-by in rage.
When I had hard days at work, you waited for me
Wagging your tail to say, “Welcome, missed thee”
While I read the newspaper, you hopped on my lap
Asked nothing more than pat your head to tap.
Old age took its toll, unable to stand on your legs
Drove you last time to wet like scrambled egg
As the vet led you away, you turned and looked back
As if to say, “Thanks, for taking care, Jack”
I will always remember you the way you were-
One lovable, huggable pile of fur.
He waits, not playing, sits all alone in heaven
For he knows his master will come leavened
I wait out in the dark and cold for hand of death
He will hear the sound; will bark, at the wreath.
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2-11-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place win
Contest: Elegy Form by Constance
* Laloo is the Indian name of my huggable pile of fur.
There was an old chap from Calcutta,
Who bought a new wood as a putter.
‘A bogey?’ he coughed.
‘This green isn’t soft -’
And swallowed a ball in mid-splutter.
For Craig’s Golf limerick contest, 31st March
PAL
Pal was all waggles and wiggles loved to wrestle
He could jump his backyard fence so easily
To play with the children who loved him
Perhaps the love given on both sides that summer was enough
Perhaps I could forgive myself someday
For calling Pal across the busy street to play
But could I ever forget the thump
Pal skidding his nose
along the hot pitch street
whining desperately
Perhaps the love given on both sides would be enough
Perhaps that love would be enough for one dog’s life
There was once a chap of a zoological crew
And he got always plenty to do
One day he was prey
Nothing else more to say
So ended the fellow's life in the zoo
Your head on my lap
When I’m feeling like a sap
My four legged chap
By Robb A. Kopp
The tall girl with skinned knees hair of straw
Shirley ‘the hag’
Her voice cracks when she talks
Skinny torn knees knock when she walks
She will flavor all Shirleys to come
Her face above left or right of any Shirley
When the hag skips rope
She clacks like a bag of bones
Dirty hair flops
Singing a school room tune
“The frog he would a wooing go’
It fits…….ho ho
Just wait for the rope to tangle
Frog voice break
The descent like a tinkertoy tower
Knees all mangled
Feel sorry then
When tears streak her bony face
Shirley ‘the hag’
Poor skinny baby
To the office run with broken stilts
Stumble again
Ripped to the bone maybe
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For Robert Dufresne, my humor-loving friend
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~ The reason that there are Hyphens "so many of them") is because I have a computer that speaks them with a
faster and slower and higher and lower pitch of voice,
giving a certain kind of ebb-and-flow to the work with a softer more fervent and realistic and consistent tone,
when I use the hyphens and other punctuation in the certain places that I do,
when in telling it what to do. Allowing it to speak in even a moderate voice if I choose. It sounds very free
flowing when I hear it,
and I can only hope that you will be able to here it in the same way. Thank you for reading and God bless you
... ~
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Yes mid the-
dance-of the-
weeds-love, is-
a gift, of life,
given perfect-
union, form,
fashioning,
purpose.
Advancing-onward, outward ...
upward-throughout-within-all-around-
surrounding us-as it-grows.
Hearing-the-sweetness-of-its-cry.
All in flight ... birds-come fluff-up-billow grow
full, make their-refuge-mid-His wake ... !
God's-Joy, illustrious-welcome-
lay anew under the sky's elucidated-
everywhere-and there,
peace, is-here ...
every way and lea way-dancing in-and-between the light ...
and-as-for now ... time lye still ...
is thrown about and-back-again,
time-and-again-everywhere-asunder,
and He-says ...
"Take-the time ... friend ...
"Hold-on-"".
I've got-you ... .
Everything ... !
will-be-all-right ... !
~ Swollen ~
~~ river ~~
~ runs.~
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~~ Gods ~~
~~ Mercy ~~
~~ rains ~~
~ down ~
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~~~ healing ~~~
~~ the lands . ~~
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