New On The Job
Nightmare and anxiety seems to steal away the rest you need
Those with seniority rub in the fact that their taking the lead
Asking for help is burdensome to those in a very high position
Any good you accomplish being the newbie goes unmentioned
The first day takes you back to grade school with all eyes on you
Everybody scoping you out and wondering if you know what to do
That feeling of making a mistake and being the center of attention
Facing the ones who's been there a while with a cocky disposition
Being new on the job has a very annoying feeling attached to it
You don't know who to trust, who to talk to or even if you blew it
You're striving to gain the
approval and appreciation of your boss
Hoping he would have sympathy for you at times when you're lost
It's always unclear as to how long it would take to learn the ropes
There isn't anyone who doesn't start a new job with the feeling of high hopes
The first couple of days send you home and your joy is robbed
This all comes with the territory of being new on the job
Every family has them
These unsettling times these misunderstandings
Times when many things come into play
In most cases these wee spats are soon over and forgotten
But sometimes differences run deeper
Because of other factors
Such as jealousy, middle child syndrome personality
It's only human nature at play
The necessity for all to find our place
In the overall scheme of life
To establish one's self in the pecking order
And accepting it without malice, without jealousy
A hard lesson to learn when we're brand new at he game
Always suspecting that siblings
Are the ones receiving preferential treatment
In reality, they are reacting in exactly the same matter
Trying their best to learn the ropes
To understand what life means what life is all about
But we never do have all the answers
Even if we survive those uncertain early years
And live to the ripe old age of thirty
Well that is what old age is when you're a teenager
Please be assured, you WILL get through
And be a well adjusted adult
A child named future sired by the present from a lineage past
Fresh ink born out of a pen inspired by the stone cast
A yarn wading through the pulling strings to learn the ropes
Through the words that make the promises that build hopes
Is the same way fathers father fatherhood and fatherlings
That make generations of prophets, priests and kings
And the honourable ones of skill, will and zeal that fit the bill
Having dominion over the sandy coasts and lush hills
As is God's mandate to all and those to come
That we may be found upright by the Almighty's plumb
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY
The happy nest
inspires; expires.
Chirping papa
sends his regards
with memories -
flying solo,
of his marriage;
and the mundane -
the bills and chores.
Listening aids
one left behind.
I incline to
get an earful.
I learn the ropes.
I see him smile.
Mourning’s over.
Gets on with life.
He’d not agree,
but neither do
honeymooners
admit when it’s
over and they
settle into
the married life.
My dad’s routine
of flourishing -
with martinis
grateful for the
olives; I loves.
He admits luck
with his children
who daily care
and listen to
his sapience.
5/5/2023
When all that spanned the void were landline phones,
AM/FM, network broadcasts, and, of course, the US Mail,
We might have often thought ourselves especially alone,
But we never had to fear the threat of Facebook jail.
Now it’s “likes,” and “shares,” and “memes,” and “tropes;”
Everyone must learn the ropes,
But someone’s always changing the rules of the game.
Today and tomorrow are never the same.
The climate seems firmly determined to change.
Even glaciers are getting impatient.
There’s a solve for every problem,
And a plan for every fix.
If we’re headed for derailment,
Overlook the politics and lean into the brakes.
Excuse me for taking this seriously.
But as a survivor of several previous train wrecks,
I can attest to the literal fact
That until you walk far enough away,
You can’t possibly grasp the full extent of the damage,
Only the harm you’ve narrowly escaped.
Our world teeters on a delicate balance point,
With existence threatened by the movement
Of a butterfly’s wing.
Everyone needs to do what’s right
For the sake of everything.
Every family has them
These unsettling times, these misunderstandings
Times when many things come into play
In most cases these wee spats are soon over and forgotten
But sometimes differences run deeper
Because of other factors
Such as jealousy, middle child syndrome, personality
It's only human nature at play
The necessity for all to find our place
In the overall scheme of life
To establish one's self in the pecking order
And accepting it without malice, without jealousy
A hard lesson to learn when we're brand new at he game
Always suspecting that siblings
Are the ones receiving preferential treatment
In reality, they are reacting in exactly the same matter
Trying their best to learn the ropes
To understand what life means, what life is all about
But we never do have all the answers
Even if we survive those uncertain early years
And live to the ripe old age of thirty...
Well that is what old age is when you're a teenager
Please be assured, you WILL get through
And be a well adjusted adult
Life is like a mountain
As you strive to reach the top,
You can never get there in one go,
On the way you have to stop.
You have to start off slowly,
You have to learn the ropes,
Starting with the small hills
Before you reach the slopes.
If you make it to the base camp
There will be lots of others there.
You will need help along the way,
Or you haven't got a prayer.
So when you think your ready
And everything is right,
The climb of your life is hazardous
So be prepared to fight.
Never forget from where you came,
With all the hardships,and the pain,
All the people along the way
To bring for you, your big day.
I think I'll try to write a sonnet now
They say it takes a while to learn the ropes
Yet while it's true that no one's taught me how
Still something deep inside me whispers, "Hope!"
I'll seek a subject that will reach one's soul
Like faith or love, or flower's bloom in spring
The meter and the rhyme should surely flow
While metaphors and similes need ring
The start must grab the reader, hold him fast
So that his blood is coursing through his veins
Engage him from the first word to the last
Addressing his emotions and his brains
I see it's almost time this sonnet ends
Hope you've enjoyed this poem, dearest friend
~ Iambic Pentameter ~
Seize zest
Write your best
Live fest
Love knows
Watch deep flow
Joy shows
Dance deep
Wake from sleep
Watch heaps
Seek more
From deep core
New shores
Mull fate
Fill your plate
Mark date
Now dare
Live full fare
Purge cares
Sign now
Know just how
To bow
Change grips
Drink fine sip
Fond trip
Faith hopes
Learn the ropes
Love scopes
Sculpt start
Words script art
Heed heart
Sure sketch
Draw deep etch
Just stretch
End game
Just the same
Last name
Leon Enriquez
08 February 2019
Singapore
I look and ponder, watch you grow in haste
Explore with wonder, new experience taste
No fear encountered as you learn the ropes
Your sails adjusting, full with winds of hope.
But there are moments when the seeds of doubt
Without much warning spread and start to sprout
Then you need guidance, words which shed some light
Advice and promptings which once more excite.
I weigh my options when the waves rise high,
Stay in the background, tactful, on standby,
Not interfering, yet with cautious eye
Give needed help should threats intensify.
I am a lighthouse built on sound terrain
In times of darkness, you won’t call in vain.
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This poem has been published in a PoetrySoup Anthology:
“Radiant Verses” Nov 2024 (print)
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Placed 1st in Contest 540 Hosted by Brian Strand in Jan 2019.
Lighthouse Poetry Contest Sponsored by Eve Roper Placed joint first POTD on 24th Dec 2018 © 22nd December 2018.
Note: This is a poem dear to me, as the title would suggest, so receiving a POTD award undoubtedly brought added satisfaction.
Start to know truth
Seek then wise proof
Deep in your heart
Your soul light starts
Dare to live brave
Know how love saves
Faith holds the key
To how you see
See beyond sight
Feel your soul light
Hope sculpts and scopes
Dare learn the ropes
Love brings goodwill
Joy comes to heal
Discern and know
True light that grows
Walk to the light
That feels so right
Emerge from dark
Sync with that spark
Wise is the man
Who understands
Be as a child
Live meek and mild
Love sculpts fine art
In a kind heart
Seek to seek well
Live love that tells
Be a blessing
In your living
Touch one and all
Just heed the call
In your being
Live truth you bring
Joy comes with peace
Live lavish ease
Learn to let go
Grace comes to show
Walk your path well
Cast your own spells
God moves each soul
As cheer makes whole
Take your own time
Dance your fond mime
Leon Enriquez
02 August 2018
Singapore
You have high hopes
For your kids
To grow up and
"Learn the ropes."
Then they grow
And soon you know
If this kid is
Gonna go.
Go to the moon,
Go far and soon
Their dreams take
Flight and soar.
They roar like lions,
Soar like eagles
To treetops.
Hands
By
Jude Kyrie
I think back across the ether of time
measured in long ago faded years.
I think of Mom and Dad
and My older sister.
What I miss about
them is their hands.
Hold my hand
as we cross the road said Mom.
Ride your two wheeler
I will hold the seat
with my hand said dad.
Your hairs a mess let me
give you a hand said my sister.
They are all gone now
Just a bunch of
memories in my heart.
Sometimes they come back
in dreams at all kinds of ages.
Just to pay me visit.
I try to remember they are gone
only here in my dreams
but they are mostly so young
I forget that.
And I think
they are still here.
So much so I forget
to say goodbye
and I love you guys.
Sometimes when I wake up
alone in my bed
after the dream has faded.
I feel a tear falling
the moment of loss
is as fresh as the morning.
I then say to them softly
I love you guys so much.
When its my time to join you all.
Mom hold my hand as I cross over.
Dad make sure I learn how to fly
with my new wings
hold me with your hands
so I dont fall.
And Sis give me a hand to
learn the ropes up there.
Love has a way to work things out,
Intent sets free a vivid sight;
Voice a kind say with a still bout,
Etch what can be a better light.
Here for a while endear fond cheer,
Align your heart with fine beauty;
Reach with a smile true peace not fear,
Meet to impart a touch friendly;
Opt to be nice to all you meet,
Note how you fare as love sculpts hope;
Yield scented spice that warmly greets.
Now dare to bare and learn the ropes,
Open your mind as heart knows best,
Work out bold finds with wonder's fest.
Leon Enriquez
02 December 2015
Singapore
Have you ever been in the valley of the shadow of doubt...
Trying to make sense of what faith is all about?
Early believers walked this trail...
Even the Emmaus disciples had wide eyed stories to tell.
The disciples too had hearts full of doubt...
And they asked themselves what were these past three years all about.
Bringing your doubts to church is a good place to go...
Because touching the body of believers is a good thing to know.
So we gather together and share our hopes...
And we pool our experiences as we learn the ropes.
As we walk with Jesus we lose our doubt...
And after all isn't that what life is all about.
So grab your doubts and enter the door...
After all that's what we have a church for.
TK<
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