Cynic Poems

Pinkie Rang the Bell

The hummingbird
Came to feast on my vermilions
Filled my heart with joy ‘til
Pinkie rang the bell.

About the time all is well
A solution is in sight
The future looks bright,
Pinkie rings the bell.

Pinkie’s bell is not so loud
Sometimes it is silent — remember
At your church and school,
Work and neighborhood,

Family gathering and vacation,
Thanksgiving dinner, Christmas and reunion
When things looked

Cynic?

Some label me as cynical, they do declare
Claiming I dwell in life's shadows, ignorant, unaware
They brand me a heretic, unconventional, a lost soul
Believing in living, death, then stating, “who knows”?

But I'd contend my perspective is clear
A truth-seeker's path, devoid of any fear
The divergence between us is stark, yet small
You have complete faith, I crave evidence,

Cynic

CYNIC

He was Dean of the university’s
College of Creative Malfeasance, 
including the Schools of Business,
Law, Information Technology, Marketing,
Economics, Theology and International 
Relations!

His son was more sinister
He was a minister in the 
Church of Confederate Christianity,
a denomination that is anti-family,
anti-immigrant, anti-democratic,
anti-Semitic, racist, pro-gun
and absolutely pro-life, perpetually
in the courts, perpetually in the news 
and social media, perpetually in

Relocation For Dislocation

People flocked round badly hurt Paul,
Ten minutes ago had a fall
While he was playing rough football...
And they had to a doctor call, 
Then with chess players in a hall, 
Loved more than the card's near a mall
"No! His treatment not in this hall, 
For not being ethical at all...
Some First Aid and then my clinic...
At

Love Is the Rebuttal To a Cynic

Love is the rebuttal to a cynic
Who holds we're only true to selfish ends,
Patients at some existential clinic
Inside for reasons no-one comprehends

For madmen have no cause to make amends
Weak-minded men seek out what serves them best
The coward dreams of karma and pretends
while lunatics take all and damn the rest

Personal survival's not the quest
for individuals always

Conversation With a Cynic

That could not make you happy.
But it does, I say. It really does!
What kind of joy do you get out of it?
I do not know, but it keeps coming in giant waves.

I cannot believe you waste this kind of time.
It uplifts me, I could do it for hours, I love it.


I could never waste time

In Awe of Everyone Else

I am in awe of everyone else.
They seem to have their act together.
They live in houses not filled up with junk.
They have perfect lives. 
Their children are not punk.
They are not on drugs.
They have no diabetes or cancer.
I am going crazy with envy.
For they are all perfect and I am not.
They were all plucked from

Post Valentine's Day Cynic

Not a good year for the roses

Cut price Valentine roses
languish in black buckets
heads drooping like a rejected lover

Calorific candy confectionery in boxes
covered with cardboard love hearts...
still waiting to pass ruby red lips

‘Be my Valentine cards’
now half price -
buy yours ready for next year!



2/15/19

This Cynic Doth Dispel His Own Kant

Alarming heart wrenching
     (stabbing non-abating
with genuine appall
     ling brutality) zing
across screen, or
     in print exacerbating
forcing, imposing viewer,
     and/or reader to revisit

     atavistic primal past activating
21st century *****sapien
     to experience (albeit

Valentine's Day Cynic

The usual tat overflows on the shelves
Such items we’d never buy for ourselves
Chocolate hearts wrapped in shiny red plastic
At a seven pounds each the prices are drastic!

A fluffy teddy bear that’s clutching a heart
It reads ‘Darling I love you, we’ll never part’
Sexy underwear that’s so uncomfy to wear
With so little fabric you’re practically bare!

Deep in

The Cynic Speaks of Love

A sonnet for cynics, for Valentine's Day

The Cynic speaks of Love; What lie is this
But lust dressed up in silky swathes of lace
In pretty words, and promises of bliss
Come pouting in her petticoats, her face
All flushed with rouge and scarlet on a smile
With kohl around her cold come-hither eyes
Come lie with me, my love, a

Valentine's Day Cynic

Love 
I see it piled sky high on the supermarket shelves

Perfect pink packaging containing calorific chocolates and cute cuddly toys,  
seductive scents or sexy silk underwear
Slushy Valentine’s cards with ridiculous romantic rhymes
Stick on a cardboard heart and it's not just the vendor who is smiling!

A sea of red roses that stretches as far as

Cynic

Number 7:

CYNIC



Who can forget a liar
Or a peace maker's sigh
Who lights a burning fire
For reasons who knows why




Leon Enriquez
20 December 2014
Singapore

The Cynic At 21

I think the sonnet form is almost bare
Of interest in this modern world so fast, 
TV commercials keep us in our chair
And all we're taught to value doesn't last.

Our friendships are as vapid as our schemes
And fortune jeers to think we'd ask for more, 
We throw away our honor and our dreams
Like babies loose inside

Sonnet - the Cynic

I think the sonnet form is almost bare
Of interest in this modern world so fast, 
TV commercials keep us in our chair
And all we're taught to value doesn't last.

Our friendships are as vapid as our schemes
And fortune jeers to think we'd ask for more, 
We throw away our honor and our dreams
Like babies loose inside

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