Long Bad weather Poems
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(Dedication: For Regina Riddle)
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Tree caterpillar crawling
Strong windy debris;
Blown over the bough
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Violet blossoms
Vine decorations dancing;
Sun and breeze move
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Joy wears a face:
Your smiles highlight;
Dazzle of morning
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Hasty scribblings
Poetry in motion;
Grassy blooms unnoticed
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Rose garden memories
Touch of rapture;
Thorny issues exfoliate
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Sweet yellow guava
Pleasant tasty treat;
Oxford Road townhouse
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This old Jasmine tree
Fondly remembers;
Our rowdy flower picking
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Joy wears a face
Nature reveals seasons;
Change comes to all
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Look to strange change
To re-jig feelings;
Afternoon rain respite
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Be of good cheer
Bear with bad weather;
Dance with danger
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Mid-autumn frolic
Peace in kind harvest;
Moon cakes and moonlight
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Ghosts of lovers past
Touch of fond rapture;
Breezy plumeria garden
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Voice in the wind
Fragrant with rain;
Black clouds threaten
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Evening stroll
Hand-in-hand;
Plumeria flowers preside
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So much to discern
Harmony trees here;
Gardens By The Bay
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Evening serenade
Cicadas and frogs;
Sounds at nightfall
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Orchard Boulevard stroll
Sense surrounds;
Fragrant touch sifting
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Two yellow butterflies
Fluttering between shrubs;
Sky Bridge tower above
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Haiku surprise
Or senryu moment;
Experience reveals
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Observe dear heart
What nature shows;
See things clearly
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Frangipani tree
Crimson and red flowers;
Walkway perfumery
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Leon Enriquez
10 August 2014
Singapore
Winter winds cut through me,
I'm freezing to the bone;
Visibility's slim to zero,
I wish I'd stayed at home!
Am I the lonely walker?
I feel just like a jerk;
Bills are pilin' on me,
Somebody's gotta work!
These tiny flakes are stinging,
Looks like I missed my bus;
My feet are frozen solid,
There ain't no need to fuss!
Eleven blocks await me,
My mood is foul and drab;
I can't even bum a ride,
Where in hell is a cab?
I can see my job from here,
It's lookin' mighty slow;
The boss won't be too happy,
He'd better be glad I showed!
At last, the main entry,
I'm greeted by a sign which read;
CLOSED DUE TO BAD WEATHER,
I could've been warm in bed!
TV news flash
New trade pact;
Bubbly economics
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Digital movie mania
Hollywood and company;
Visual impact strikes
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Bad weather havoc
Torrential rainy outbursts;
Flood waters invade
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Poise in sure noise
Instant cacophony;
Chamber orchestra
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Music floats
Harmonica melody;
Street corner performance
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Fancy menu here
Foreign language 101;
Mystery order Must-Do
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Wit in sure jazz
Jest in fond fest;
Birthday wishes trend
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School talk to teens
Simple conversations;
Story telling highlights
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Sleepy slumber steals
Conscious lamentations;
Words not included
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Rain and more rain
Wetness everywhere;
Wet is the new dry
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Sadness slips and slides
Rain takes all away;
Empty feelings loiter
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Purge all reason
Ditch common logic;
Seize pure inspiration
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Dark is the night
When light goes out;
Even sleep feels deep
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Look to passion
To defy reason;
Let purpose fashion
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Lone owl hoots
Somnolent gestures;
Story book ending
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Leon Enriquez
18 November 2014
Singapore
What would you have me say
I die a little each and every day?
Those last few days and hours we sat silently together,
you said it wasn't time, we should be ready for bad weather
and I didn't have to stay,
go, take a little break away.
So, I slipped out with a quiet step,
as i thought you peacefully slept,
went to the store to get what I could get.
Your sisters stayed and watching by the bed
as death came knocking without pause
they called to see where I was
pulling in the drive, gusty winds blowing
the clock stopped and time was in forever, slowing
and every tear that fell that day
tore at my heart and soul to say
from now on, no matter what they say
I die a little more each day.
Morning thunder grips
Shock awakening
A fragrant brew flips
Cuppa brown brew sings
Wet wet morning rain
Misty drowning feel
An aqueous deep pain
Drawing close to heal
Clash of lightning strokes
Thunder claps most loud
Freezing feelings yoke
Bad weather speaks proud
Such poignant strands here
Cheer drains with downpour
Cold and wet makes clear
Water floods some more
Cuppa of brew dark
Espresso warms me
A hot blend now sparks
An abrupt surge frees
Early morning rain
Wet brush stokes misty
Cold and wet refrains
Punctuate my sleepy
Leon Enriquez
12 October 2017
Singapore
Sudden rain
Wetness blankets;
Soaking clothes
People scurry
Scarce shelter;
Drenching everything
Rainy day chimes
Taxis taken;
Cold draught shivers
Misty roads
Water puddles surge;
Shoes soaking stains
Winding path
In the murky park;
Muddy waters
Bad weather
Traffic congestion;
Wet road accident
Durians harvest
Hot humid season;
Abrupt downpour
Cold and wet
Drenched skin;
Frozen shivers
Lightning surge
Shocking thunder;
Wet windfall
By this old tree
Shivering cold;
Awaiting salvation
Pregnant rain
Redecorates;
Watery stockpile
On my way home
Heavy downpour
Washes my attire
If only
I expected
Bad weather
Words on paper
Washed away;
By persistent rain
Leon Enriquez
18 Apr 2014
Singapore
Every dreamer born may
an escapist become.
When emotional survival
is bad weather stifled
fantasy arrival is
vital as heart and head
weapons that reckon
with false hitting bits of
regrets spittled resin.
Escapists have naive
need beliefs that seek
relief lacking clues.
Not intuitively glued,
they flare prime illusions
then meet blues intrusion.
Rue immersions disburse
layered bruises into
their fantasy threads.
Escapists do not pencil
lists to assist their trips.
Without practice or
attending lessons, an
escapist will maximize an
ideal conception from
foggy appeals and provide
their own transportation
to vaguely arrive in a bog.
Soon dizzy from the tizzy
of too little information,
they’ll deny hearing
reality’s jeering cry.
Easier and freer to eat
it all down for soon
the bog ball will end
and only they need to know
the why in the what that they did.
Such a plethora weather
amongst all the people
things seem to be just getting better
timid thunderstorm rain typhoon season
let the Rain shine
with the rain shine
like the rain let it rain
Just Let the Rain shine
Just let the rain reign
don't worry
Weather The Storms God Got U in His Arms
Acid rain came
Reshape the mountains
and
tornadoes carved reshaped the trees
and the dew on the leaves on the garden B
saturated with nectar dream
such a plethora of bad weather
never you matter tornadic Adventures
placement window winds on the shell
No one's mad but the Devil Himself
upon the Hurricanes arrival
I look up and see that I'm a survivor
for to God has nature in his hands
and HE shall save the victim's the innocent and all his Lambs
don't worryWeather The Storms God Got U in His Arms
9/6/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019 ©
I've been up at night lately
I can't seem to fall asleep lately
I keep lying to myself lately
I know what it's like to lose somebody you love
I know what it's like to lose yourself to the drugs
I remember your face and then I burst into tears
I remember your laugh and then I burst into tears
All the good times we shared
all the hard liquor we shared
I knew your entire family and u knew mine
I've known u since I was eleven and u were nine
I haven't been myself lately
I feel like someone else lately
I've been thinking about you lately
I went away to study but we kept in touch
But as the years went by we fell out of touch
When you fell sick I sat and watched in fear
Couldn't imagine losing a friend that was so dear
I thought that you would get better
Just like the sky after bad weather
But the rain never stopped falling and that little dark voice kept on calling
As time went by you got worse and worse
Pill after pill and test after test
The battle for life became harder and harder
I wanted to call so many times and ask how you are doing
But something always came up and I end up forgetting
The last thing you posted online was why be miserable during your last days ?
Then there was no update the following days
Lupus took my friend away from me
A friend who always saw the best in me
A true hero and a real fighter who is forever with me
Do you know what it's like to lose somebody you love ?
Oh, I weep your tragic death my love,
for we thought we had a long future together;
but, you left me suddenly for Heaven above,
all because you crashed your car in bad weather;
your essence drifted away a delicate fluttering feather.
I have carried this deep sadness for so many years,
wearing it each day like a heavy cloak of grief;
putting on a mask of happiness to hide my tears,
oh, Angel of Death came and took my love like a thief;
I pray at night for peace, oh Lord is there no relief.
And though my grief is forever - happiness I recall,
and rise above the pain and with hand on heart I smile;
at those times of joy both the big and the small,
my love, I must move on and will not come for awhile;
I want to improve my life and make each day worthwhile.
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October 9, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/My Love is Eternal
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1396-194-09
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, With My Hand On My Heart
sponsor, Mystic Rose Rose, Judged 10/25/2021