Harry and Meghan each yearn to be seen
As pillars of U.S. community
So publicly private, this faux King and Queen
Bespoil the royals with impunity
Harry said, “Hey, there’s a newspaper guy,
So fetch the kids up from the dungeon.
I’ll make sure he brings his photographer by
While you go and peel a large onion.”
The journalist sat just as Meghan came in
He said, “We should start talking soon.”
She said (once she’d practiced her quivering chin)
“Remember that you play our tune.”
“So listen,” said Meghan, “this tear on my cheek,
Will show up quite well with the light to one side.
This photo could well be your shot of the week,
If I rub my eyes sore like I’ve cried.
“Please put in your paper we won’t milk our names,
Our royal connections we’ve hurled.
We intend to fashion our own brand of fame,
As Princess and Prince of the world!”
Trump an Emmisary Or a Missionary
Can you imagine Trump being an emmisary;
Maybe a maniac who had been a missionary;
Sewer worker;
Soda jerker;
Whatever he was would really seem so scary.
Jim Horn
Wet morning
Misty tear-jerker;
Dark skyline contours
~~~~~~~~~
Beyond this bridge
A new town;
People escalate
~~~~~~~~~
Cold and wet
Dreary morning sky;
Rain re-decorates
~~~~~~~~~
Espresso dawn
Tired eyes split open;
Caffeine surge
~~~~~~~~~
Work on words
Verbal collage;
Emergent light
~~~~~~~~~
Poise renders voice
Style happy smile;
Make moments count
~~~~~~~~~
Dreary dream drains
Play puzzle plain;
Grief gathers gain
~~~~~~~~~
Thought greets feeling:
See beyond sight;
Wise words work well
~~~~~~~~~
Feel sure miracle
Live sure purpose;
Glimpse fond sights
~~~~~~~~~
Blast of cold air
Sudden spine shivers;
Rain drenching
~~~~~~~~~
Feel stillness here:
Come to know truth;
Only love endures
~~~~~~~~~
Leon a Enriquez
24 July 2016
Singapore
Male macho am I
With bulging biceps and the rest
Stern indeed is my mien.
I take control
My every move I plan
Hate sissies, I do!
Yet give me a tear-jerker
And I'll jerk them out
In copious streams!
But Macho am I
None can dare see me cry,
Reduced to Maudlin mush!
Give me a sob story
Chocolate melt is my heart
Macho is mucho gone!
Body sports, guts and grit
Is all very fine
But anyone game for a bit of bitching?
Metro, Hetro, Alpha and the rest
All words erased
With the pouf of purfume/scent!
ARDHANARISHWAR!
~ 26 Apr 2016 ~
for the hard worker
theyer not jerker
street getting clean
its not mean
do say thinks in everyway
for fighting this stuff
AFTER THE SNOW
CLEAN UO
Deserted financial centre
Ghost town after dark;
Weekend constellations
~~~~~~~~~
Blank myth created
To express a fond wish;
Merlion antiquity
~~~~~~~~~
Old neighbour nods
Smiles in recognition;
Civilised exchange
~~~~~~~~~
Sing-song Good Morning
Little boy entertains;
Proud parent smiles approval
~~~~~~~~~
New journal pages
Awaiting sanguine soliloquy;
Expansive permutations
~~~~~~~~~
Words on a page
Taut revelations;
Insider trading conspires
~~~~~~~~~
Psalm of morning hues
Sunburst meditation;
Light speed aura
~~~~~~~~~
Evening sitcom moments
Scripted melodrama;
Favourite dinner fare
~~~~~~~~~
Poignant sad story
Tear-jerker streaking away;
Pending reconciliation
~~~~~~~~~
By this desk
Lyrics in verse align;
Exfoliated outbursts
~~~~~~~~~
Uncomfortable stress
Chasing that and this;
Organised unease
~~~~~~~~~
Yesterday retires
Today an offering;
Tomorrow perhaps
~~~~~~~~~
Style a fond smile
Sanguine as usual;
Clash of surprise
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
04 November 2014
Singapore
A Capital Sin
There always seems to be some tear jerker
About you not being a miracle worker
Even after how hard you tried and tried
They continually have cried and cried.
With great attitude and pleasant disposition
How could you ever end up in a precarious position;
If they really had been in their right mind
Only peace and tranquility would they find.
With your pleasant smiles and awesome appearance
All of these are needed additional insurance
Which are there to welcome us back again
To condemn dentist or staff is considered a capital sin.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Wrote this after I read a negative comment
about my dentist and all of his staff.
its odd but its a jod
to other
your sister or brother
get on there feet
thsse who are weak
need this beat
to make them alert
some or real jerker
be a
CASE WORKER
we're the worker
some or jerker
its us who bit the dust
stand up we must
for change
is not insane
to walk and lines for hour
getting things done
WE THE PEOPLE GOT THE
POWER
some was name king
he made his name
some was name
john he was know pond
my repect he won
had brother name robert
re fuse to stop us
let us move as we choose
than there were jerker
who did't like
THOSES CLIVE RIGHTS WORKERS
its odd
like my jobs
i won't strav
life smooth as lard
some i work is like this
they don't fit
or real jerker
my
COED WORKER
theyer on hiways
and biways
some the worker
or jerker
but cute they toot
in those
TOSS BOOTHS
its a tool for schools
its on the new
about out door worker
theyer not jerker
it this time
kept tis in mind
theyer stop AND SHOP
at a cox to pick up
there
LUNCH BOX
TEAR JERKER
when he wouldn’t eat
i knew something was wrong
and those helpless eyes
as though he wanted to tell me
he needed help but no voice
when i met those eyes
something old as creation
communication
burned across primordial fires
transcending species gender
“though I love you friend
though I know that you love me
it is time to leave
talk very kindly to me
whispering patting my head”
…………………………………………..
This in remembering all our animal friends that have gone over the last nearly 60 years
I wish I had the video
of all your mental pictures
so I could see what that night
looked like, where he
touched you and why
you let him in…
I want to watch the whole
damn thing, shades drawn,
sitting on the couch
with only a box of Kleenex –
I heard the ending
is a real tear-jerker.
Knowing me, I’d watch it
over and over
and pause
at the
exact
moment
you said yes,
trying to read
the eyes that now
tell
me
nothing.
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