When will I finally fill your shoes,
Reach maturity like you did?
You seemed to have all the answers
When I was just a kid.
I've been waiting a long time now
So maybe I missed my turn,
I'm well past the age you were,
By now I should have learned!
How did you do the adulting, so effortless,
Not overwhelmed or lost?
You juggled a job,a family, and never
Dropped any ball we tossed.
You seemed so fearless, standing tall,
A million arms to answer each call.
All I can think when life comes at me
Is I don't even have half your balls.
Hiya, howdy, hey, and hello.
Juggle jams and jiggle jello.
Jumping joyfully, and jolly,
try it in a tram or trolley.
Happy, hopping, silly stomping,
rollicking and rowdy romping,
bouncing, bubbly butterscotch,
hilarious, howling, hot hopscotch.
Lofty leaping, crazy creeping,
slipping, sliding, squawking, squeaking,
Care for cookies, candies, or cakes?
Such silly sounds, for heaven's sakes.
Juggle master kept adding to his shuffle
He is amazing said his cousin Leland Muffle.
Juggling balls, teapots, sandwiches and more.
Almost anything I bring home from the store.
Did he ever juggle guns? I ask. Did he ever juggle a knife?
He juggled a knife once, but he said he’d never do it twice.
He amazes me I said as he juggled cookies and tea cakes.
I wonder if he could juggle a few hoes and garden rakes?
Fancy juggle clown girl with her hair pinned up
Dined in the kitchen with the maids who sup.
We were thrilled with her fashionable gray dress.
She told us her name was Clown Clarita Caress.
She looked quite tame compared to another clown.
She showed off her designer duds all over town.
Her shoes were polished, her make-up was tasteful.
She did everything right, and was never wasteful.
Life’s a poetic juggle of the cosmos,
we dance and try to make sense of it;
At times stars align then they will cross
through it all hung up on what could be;
We dance and try to make sense of it;
Maneuvering a volatile high wire act
through it all hung up on what could be;
Secretly stumble and get up again;
Maneuvering a volatile high wire act
you move so graceful and so quick;
Secretly stumble and get up again
transforming into a poised vision;
You move so graceful and so quick
they only see the limelight’s shadow;
Transforming into a poised vision
survival can sometimes look easy;
They only see the limelight’s shadow,
at times stars align then they will cross;
Survival can sometimes look easy;
Life’s a poetic juggle of the cosmos.
We juggle the words and let them stumble,
Only to miss out the truth.
The worst thing I fear the most
Is how much we misuse our words
When Yes means No,
None means Full
And Her means You.
At late hours I sit,
Silence hurls calm wit;
Shadows hurry sit.
Sanguine words emerge,
Quiet time in still surge;
Juggle with blank urge.
Odd the awkward feel,
Strange verse rhymes frame thrill;
Watch how stern lines peel.
Tragic feel now leaps,
As tentacles grip;
Passage of lost trip.
Drama can feel lame,
Token in dead blame;
Edgy with good name.
Know that hallmark brand,
Words echo once grand;
Fret with you my friend.
Weary hours spill time,
Nothing much to rhyme;
Sketches of strange mime.
Leon Enriquez
02 October 2018
Singapore
How many balls can you juggle
He once said to me
I think on any given day
That number would be three
Three is pretty easy
To keep up in the air
To rotate smooth and quickly
Without taking much care
And I maybe might be able
To manage just one more
To not upset the balance
The number could be four
Yes, I think four is the number
That won’t upset the cart
Four is just as easy
At least I think so on my part
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