Long Bad day Poems

Agony be to society's demise
Labels are for fools, not for the wise
Play the familiar tune of in-unison serenity 
Fatality won't come any time soon, thankfully...

Homeless people were on the news not to long ago...I weep...

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Bright lights, big city...
bright lights, big city dreams...
please just take me away tonight
Let me rest on your elegance tonight
I have no energy left to spend in reality
so please knock me unconscious
just to be in the...

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It was an early fall day, some decades ago, 
When three of my boys were still young.
Looking forward that year to the Rochester Fair,
An event that was always good fun.

A promise from me I would...

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Imagine
if you would be so kind,
join me
in striving to become 
less blind

Brilliant God says:
Give to your oppressively militarized government
weaponized suppressive
defensively repressive
straight white monotheistic privilege
paid for in tax advantages

And so
it was nationalistically done

Every fall
all co-invested residents...

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Hello again Conscious, my dear friend
hello again dear mirror, my wake up call
hello again myself, it's too early for this but it needs to be said
No one will understand my turmoil, decisions, incentives
my numbing drive...

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When we feel imprisoned
by our past,
by bad opinions,
negative aggressive reputations
from get-down bullying
on our worst bad day
or mind/heart-altered night
of rightbrain prominently
screaming red-blooded outrage.

When we feel imprisoned
is our moment of opportunity
to imagine Earth
where all Tribes feel win/win...

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When the little things no longer matters...
When the little things are lost...
Forgotten and misplaced...
Left on a shelf like a book that is unread for days...
It no longer has it smile...
It no longer carries a taste...
When...

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I was reading Trump's Crippled America the other day...

I'm sorry to interrupt, but why?
Isn't his Unreality Show more than taxing enough already?

Well, more than sufficient, actually,
but I was trying to figure out
what he believes a...

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*This was written as a novelty Christmas song, so feel free to sing along.

Santa Claus is trying to break our Union
    but we won't go down without a fight.
So we've called a...

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Maybe this day won’t be so bad after all…  

Another rainy morning spent staring through
a wiper smeared windshield hoping to
make the next light, no such luck
When that song, our song or what used to...

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It’s the way the back of your hand touches mine and we instinctively entwine our fingers..

It’s the way you find new can of shaving cream when you are almost out of your old one without...

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Grief is not something we “get through”…
you “get through” a bad day
Grief is not something we “get over”,
“you ”get over” a cold”
Grief is not something we “move on from”
you “move on from” a bad relationship”
...

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Before restoring outside perfection,
perpetual pleasures
of prosperous peace

I remain responsible,
compulsively responsive,
habitually receptive
to repairing inside win/lose
past competitive aggressions,
negatively suppressive 
non-communications

My most resilient repentance
includes self-forgiveness
for over-stressed addictions
to trauma repressors,
for failing to do my best
on a bad day

I usually...

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i may not be a mahammod ali but my words will float like a butterfly and sting like 
a bee
now there was this baby girl who was so unaware and didnt understand why 
daddy used...

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The year was 1978, 
my car, once again on the fritz;
I stuck out my thumb going to and from work 
hoping to catch a hitch.

After counting inventory late one night,
I thought I would have to...

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My car-ride silence
is not judging you;
maybe me,
but certainly
and more generously
unconditionally not angry
or shaming
or blaming
you for unpardonable sins
against sainted me.

With you in a powerless passenger seat
and me in a self-punishing driver's
need to alone defeat
our unshared lonely...

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If you asked me at age six,
I might've told you
I want to become a doctor, a scientist
or even a hero that saves the planet.

But now I feel so ancient,
like I’ve lived a hundred years
in quiet...

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My childhood was good
but it could've been better
I went through a lot, 
and even wrote CPS a letter
My childhood didn't really last 
at age thirteen I was put in foster care, 
so I grew up...

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Dragon had an amazingly, very bad day. 
As only a baby Dragon can, you may say…
He woke up so very early, at barely the crack of dawn…
So hungry, he ate all the food he could...

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When I was 10 years old, a new neighbor moved in next door. This man's name was Scott, and his wife was Kay. Scott was an old looking man whose body had been broken over...

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Reposted tribute to Mr. Tom Bell, as per Christy's call for all who had the pleasure of 
knowing Tom to write a poem for him. :)




How is it that someone can touch
Your very soul,
Without ever...

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To the girl I hope to be in 234 days:

I’m sorry it took me so long
to realize how badly I needed to be you.
I’m sorry our future
was the furthest thing from my mind
and that I...

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Subway

It’s 3 a.m. on the subway.
I’m high and lonely.
A little girl in a womans body.
Oversized hoodie and ripped jeans.
Messy bun and tear stained cheeks.
An empty stomach under a shattered heart.

I can’t stand the house we...

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Rumors and gossip are like wild fires, they spread quick. The one to light the match is usually someone you thought you was coo with. Deep down there was envy and hatred, you have something...

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Journey Journal Page
ON A BAD DAY
By Leon Enriquez


To know the way
True purpose seek
As truth now plays
When vision peaks


Pique your own think
In fruitage ripe
The right verge brink
Hides in sad gripe

~~~~~~~~~


When people see you
In a bad light
Unleash...

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