We are not cynical
She had been married once or twice and lived among
the rich, that was what happened to air hostesses when
there was a frisson about this job.
Her last husband came from Amsterdam, a doyen of
the fur trade, elegantly dressed, and a walking stick
With a stick, one assumes he was quite elderly.
He had bought her a flat with many rooms, too many
one of lesser background would think, then to her
surprise, he suddenly died
So what was a girl to do, sitting with a flat not all
paid for, sensibly, she rented out the flat to people
Who could pay and keep the heating on come winter
Then she met her final man just as her legs were
getting tired, he would do, she thought he had a car
and doesn't bother about a high-flying life
Thus, a love story blossomed, if not a lady and a trap
Yet, a love story of a sort, he needs her to do the talking
So he can sit in his room and write
A sparkling beauty with graceful aura
A sizzling smile of Lord Minerva
An enormously gracious diva
An iconic figurine like flora
Fabulously carved in God’s leisure
What a perfect golden measure
A superfect model with quotient in teem
Glistening with her evergreen lumine
A combo of style and grace
A perfect feminine figure I trace
A cozy buxom belle beautiful
Heavenly bewitchingly delightful
A popsy damsel and doyen
Would like to have her in entwine
Winsome posture and wowsome appeal
An amiable gesture with wondrous zeal
Shimmering charm and charming shimmer
Glittering glimmer with gorgeous glare
Bedazzling beauty with enamour
Tempting seductress with glamour..!!
Enormously elegant damsel
In all fine arts does excel
A subject of many a marvel
Verses have ideas novel
Fond of devotional travel
Unique style does bedazzle
Adorned with natural jewel
Of twin eyes with sparkle
Classic looks with twin temple
Adoringly awesome dimple..!
Pure heart and radiant grace
Enamouring charm like Goddess
Full of enigmatic prowess
At times can be a tigress
Diva like quotient oozes
When stands amidst flora branches
Seems a noble alien from space
As all virtues are ace
Many great acumens I assess
Soon bestow her super success..!!
Ever enchanting with her tone
Tinkling sound of anklet shone
In the group shines alone
Such is the superb phone
Adds charm the ice cream cone
As she perfectly poses in zone
A doyen auspiciousness prone
Want to verse moving in drone
Capturing all her traits golden
Hats off to my Goddess Goshen..!!!
Africa's venerated literary
icon with words of eloquence
esoteric to the blind.
Distinguished in letters
for ages infinite.
Unequaled in intellect,
and a gadfly of constructive
dissenting views.
Soyinka,
You are indeed a priceless
asset to the black race.
The wise grey-haired doyen
of literary geniuses,
whose genius is in a century
once seen,
and in a millennium, ten times.
A collector of tin boxes in all shape and disarray.
the older the better but the new welcome too.
It started with a house full of buttons that i will play
look here that one gone escaped the pullover.
In my pocket I will look for the next tin
as my mother knitted the great escape.
Crayon to melt a stamp and shell not gasoline
I alway found the necessary to amuse me.
Now a doyen I open the tins and travel the child
as a homeless I remember the saving of a soul.
Got my house but the tins part of my life
and still searching for the best one.
If such a thing i found today toasted
and discarded the disc for a massive ragga jungle.
A surprise to find what i will put in it
may be a wisp of air to soar the delusion.
Sense a kind grace flowing in pure goodness;
Yonder beyond trace knowing apt finesse.
Now in sure time growing in calm hollow;
Option in clear rhymes that feels so mellow.
Ply a fond touch reaping in true gladness;
Succinct smiles fling much in crazy madness.
Ideas hint motive in excellent glow;
Streams beyond optic the treasured fine flow.
Doyen of word scripts that hurl a strong sway;
Imprint exquisite in prompt verse array.
Amber shades lighting the swerve in the mists;
Look upon sightings where words mind the gist.
Obtain the motions in unmoving calm;
Greet then attention beyond saving balm.
Leon Enriquez
12 September 2014
Singapore
I am an opsemath and proud so to be
in a search for new learning I'd like a degree,
Knowledge is power so my thinking is plain
that learning's like fish; it's food for the brain,
I like to do crosswords and read lots of books
I'm quite antisocial I don't care how it looks,
A jack of all subjects but a master of none
a doyen of quiz teams I have lots of fun,
When I find a new subject I focus my mind
to learn and absorb so the brains unconfined,
Architecture, Astronomy are grist to my mill
but my latest interests are the crops in Brazil,
Knitting and Cross-Stitch are all in the frame
to be looked at and learnt from it's just a big game,
I am an opsemath and proud so to be
I take after my Dad he's exactly like me.
Move on you persnickety soul.
Normal doesn't really exist.
Take leave oh inadequate power.
For the doyen of your being shouts
halt! halt! halt!
This blanket does not warm you.
The bed it has been made.
But lying in it is your choice.
Fly away fly away fly away.
Find the inartificial being hidden somewhere.
Why remain incognito?
Is reality to much to bear?
Dicovery a stangest stranger
inapt of complement to one I knew
For a soul as wonderous can not covert.
This being is not you
Shilly shally all the day.
Tell me why I cannot pervade
Do I sear also?
Being part of your pain?
If that is th case I cannot remain.
But where will I go,
and where will you be,
when and if it's discovered,
that we are a we?
Shilly shally I say !
I must go away
I am the unreal one, I cannot stay
no longer shilly shallied way