As it occurred he always had the last word.
Even when absurd was that word.
Once we thought we heard the last word,
But, as it occurred he always had the last word.
Not the first, second or the third word
Not muffled or blurred was the word
Not from a little bird came the word
As it occurred he always had the last word.
Not translated or transferred was the word
Not implied or inferred was the word
Never repeated or recurred the same word
As it occurred he always had the last word.
Word.
Tall Flowers. Small Flowers.
For occasions All Flowers.
Bright Flowers. Light Flowers.
Bring hearts sheer Delight Flowers.
Dark Flowers. Landmark Flowers.
For romantic Spark Flowers.
Full Flowers. Dull Flowers.
Very Beautiful Flowers.
Smashin' Flowers. Passion Flowers.
Featuring in Fashion Flowers.
Decoration Flowers. Celebration Flowers.
Symbols of Dedication Flowers.
Art Flowers. Smart Flowers.
Then there's off the Chart Flowers.
Rainbow Flowers. Slow grow Flowers.
Raising spirits Low Flowers.
Sun Flowers. Fun Flowers.
Bunch to give your Mum Flowers.
Share Flowers. Rare Flowers.
Gift to show you Care Flowers.
Gazing at Flowers. Amazing Flowers.
We'll be forever Praising Flowers.
A winter’s king with heart of cold,
A crooked form, a tale untold,
He clambered high on broken vows,
To place the crown on anxious brows.
But shadows whispered, “Never rest,”
With guilt a viper in his breast.
The children lost, the white rose slain,
A fleeting crown, a world of pain,
At Bosworth Field, the final breath,
A lonely fall to silent death.
With shoulder hunched and mind too keen,
He reigned in the brief, darkest scene.
No friends at last to hold the shield,
All alone on a blood-red field.
No noble song, no gentle cry,
Beneath a cold and changing sky.
The crown is gone, the dust remains,
A king of sorrow and of stains.
No matter the subject or topic
tho' it may burn will I ever learn
would it hurt if my lips were to close
as whatever I submit suggest propose
she will be myopic
nay-say gainsay contradict oppose
may as well hold my breath
as every word I utter
receives the kiss of death
and melts in my mouth like butter
should I assert it's what she does it's her wont
'No I don't,' is her depiction
in contentious rebuttal
thereby confirming my conviction
and morning noon and night
she'd like to be I'll also mention
tho' none too subtle
the epicentre of my attention
is it a female thing or only her compulsion
for at the end of the day
it's not the last word she wants
it's the final say
She’ll scream like hell I’m your mother!
And introject There’s no other!
But your disrespect
Means all must expect
We’re nature’s target to smother
are you smarter than a fifth grader?
I cannot even outthink a road grader.
I am not a professor or super market demonstrator.
Are you smarter than a fifth grader?
I doubt I can put cheese on a cracker, said McFrator.
I am dumber than you are, said his sister, Mater.
I do not even understand how to peel a tomater.
This tickled our friend, Samuel McFrator.
Are you smarter than a fifth grader?
They asked of a passing escalator.
The escalator got persnickety said Crater.
She stuck up her nose and walked off with Slater.
Slater is a friend who is way dumber than a fifth grader.
He once lost a chess contest with a road grader.
We are losers said McFrator, Crater, Slater and Mater.
The escalator yelled “You are all dumber than a fifth grader!”
Mysteries are what the eye can not see
What the mind does not know
Beneath the earth and ocean
Mysteries of the forces of nature
IN everything
And how it create drops of rain
To the thousands of horizons
After horizons and Back Again
THINK REAL HARD IT'S GOD.
GOD IS THE BIGGEST MYSTERY OF ALL.
I think love requires
little more than willing –
if doors and windows
are closed and shuttered,
fresh air and sunlight
cannot find a healing sliver –
but slightly ajar, light and
warmth begin to restore
blessed comfort-places –
For love is truly mystical,
transcending logic and
all reason; outpacing Time
and Space's trackless, furthest
distance –
we are born for fondly dreaming
our heart's cravings, when properly
in tune, likened to the silvered
strings of angelic harps –
Men may try to take all joy from life...
But God has The Last Word – which is
always, Love!
From then on, the last word the groom will ever get – is “I do!”
May 27, 2021
But I should have known
she wasn’t through.
She snuggled close
to whisper in my ear,
and said I have a message for you.
She sounded sexy and sultry
and licked my ear.
Cuddling with me,
I had both hands full
of my favorite parts of her.
You’re lucky I love you, lazy old man.
So, listen here!
I’m not going to fool around with you
until your yard work is through.
I had a talk with the contractor about
the swing set and the back deck.
He said they can start next weekend
So, He and I signed a contract,
then I stroked the check.
I love my grandchildren and I love you,
don’t ever make me choose
between them or you.
If you don’t start teaching
this little dog to do what I say,
She’s going to wake up
in a shelter run by the S. P. C. A.
When I ask you to trim the bushes?
and you smile like the dirty old man you are,
this time it won’t get you very far.
Now as for helping you
with your (wish it was bigger,)
I think we fit just right,
and we're going to try
something new tonight.
Now get your hands off me
and go wash that filthy car.
Met her first
Where
The meadow stopped
Behind the mountains
Benched on the buffalo's back
A cowherd
Played a riverine tune
Where
The bow-shaped river
Flowed north
The white yachts
Were sailing east
Like the shadow of
A flight of cranes on water
Where
At the market near the river
Away from the crowd
She clutched herself
To keep selling tears
Folks haggled
And gladly bought
The pearl-like tears
It was then I asked her
The reason for such discounted sale
She accounted -
A tree's tears have no value
Only to be burnt to ashes
A seedling grows into a matured tree.
Translated by Prof. Anita Baruwa from the original "Xeh Kotha" in Assamese.
Beneath lies last-word Bobby Fife
who never paid heed to his wife.
She said that mountain was too high.
He yelled, “You’re wrong. The top I’ll try----!"
Date: April 13, 2019
Contest Title: An Epitaph to Make Us Laugh
Sponsor: Jesse Rowe
February 4, 2023
entered in Brian Strand's Your Option Poetry Contest
Once said
Note the feel
Yet unpaid
Last word still
Once paid
Feel the gap
Last word said
Thrill blots map
Sense sight
Die with will
In last light
That blots feel
Feel light
Blurs the feel
As last sight
In lost will
The end
Comes too soon
Fast last pen
Writes of moon
Death screams
In short gist
Like a dream
Blur as mist
Leon Enriquez
15 November 2018
Singapore
Rainbow hair is in the teens say,
A Mohawk please, I told Miss Bee.
That would truly make my day
My mother heard these words you see.
Conservative cut is staying,
A smart choice, as she is paying.
My constant companions…
words reel and recast
Like a lady in waiting,
they clear every path
Extending forever,
to store what I feel
My thoughts they intrude,
my meanings revealed
My past they’ve forgiven,
my future ignored
They rest in my prayers,
hopes and wishes restored
I know at the end,
but one thing will remain
A last word to take with me
—to begin once again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
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