Long Bazaar Poems
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Cut To The Chase...And Tan Hat Man!
Though reading horror stories (macabre),
an only every now and again
genre crazy wave
washing over me like
a killer tsunami,
(subsequently fueling
desperation) to save
thine scrawny ****,
(a derriere laughing stock,
and hence cheeky of me to rave),
those rare occasions satiated, when
hung over insomnia heavily bulging,
rheumy myopic blood shot eyes
nonetheless lock into
critical opening sentence determining,
whether adroit kingly author
nimbly setting the stage and pave
ving what thenceforth, pro
misses tubby a cell out ace
in the hole captive audience
(me, this apt pupil), doth brace
himself (by all counts once
a bad little kid) deserving, well...now...
just a bag of bones,
who fiendishly cackles
when leaning in (Sheryl Sandberg like),
whereat after opening sentence, an instantaneous
possessive gnarly hand
forcibly grabs my attention
presaging and frightening
yours truly (juiced in case
ye did not know),
where within the bazaar
of bad dreams epic,
which seems like forever,
when I finally erase
and exorcise the bogeyman who,
masterfully, immediately,
dramatically got woven
lady chattery teeth and all
withering wicked warp and woof
establishing (proof positive),
an excellently crafted
Chiral Mad heavily shades
of night are falling
gussying haunting place,
where the color of evil permeates
every cerebral space
with darkness, said
sub rosa prime evil punctuates
the mind this dream catcher,
whence after four past midnight
the reaper's image appears
sending adrenaline rush,
viz flight or fight blind
did, when firestarter alarm didst grind
passage of time manifesting dark forces
blaze zing atavistic fear itself lined
up battleground formation
from the borderlands of my mind
this even before turning
the first page where the eyes
of drag'n my afterlife shined!
"Wishes fly swiftly when shooting stars cross silent skies." The Poet
As if in flight, I heard no sound.
Speeding through the darkest surround.
Then came a spectacular light.
I heard no sound as if in flight.
It came streaming, a vibrant flame.
A spectacular light then came.
A shooting star, it was gleaming.
A vibrant flame, it came streaming.
Exploding in space, quite bazaar.
It was gleaming. A shooting star.
In the night sky, easy to trace.
Quite bazaar, exploding in space.
Now burned out. it had ceased to fly.
Easy to trace in the night sky.
Seen again, I really doubt.
It had ceased to fly, now burned out.
Street alley stalls
Tourist bazaar fare;
Souvenirs to go
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Seasonal fruit
A yearly dessert;
Duku escapade
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Old colonial shophouse
Freehold property;
Modern facelift
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Business cycles dash
Yesterday's bubble tea;
Today's cafe glitz
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Shopping arcade
Organized pandemonium;
Electronic extravaganza
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Bread and toast
Shopping mall happenings;
Cafe pondering
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Old haunts call
Flavours and tints;
Urban oasis
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Congested roads
Peak hour traffic;
Air-con consolation
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Morning kungu-fu dancers
Graceful as swans;
Dreamtime exhibits
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Busy feet carve
Grassy footpath;
Shortcut route across
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Urban renewal
Unstoppable excavations;
Traffic clutter shows
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October heat wave
Haze for added flavour;
Smoky suffocation
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River boat ride
Clarke Quay encounter;
Delighted tourists
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
27 October 2014
Singapore
Pulse and impulse
Silence screams;
No one hears
~~~~~~~~~
Rainy charades
Wet window panes;
Blurry outlook
~~~~~~~~~
Heavenly delights
Somnolent siesta;
Slumber grooms well
~~~~~~~~~
Cat on ledge
Surveys territory;
Keen watchfulness
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Midnight noises
Street commotion;
Traffic dispute
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Blur movement
Darkness draws near;
Nightmare horror
~~~~~~~~~
Simple wonder
Curiosity shows;
Bargain hunting
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Bazaar stalls
Wares tempt;
Buying spree
~~~~~~~~~
Joyride here
To nowhere far;
Simple road tour
~~~~~~~~~
Stroll home
Takeaway dinner fest;
Gastric juices ooze
~~~~~~~~~
Poetry at 2:35am
Fragments inch;
Stray thoughts roll
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Leon Enriquez
23 May 2015
Singapore
Who, or what, do you think you are?
A Bollywood star
A Turkish bazaar
An iron crowbar
A permanent scar
A late-model NASCAR
An all-night Delhi darbar
A cowardly lion, ala Bert Lahr
A late-night replacement for Jack Paar
A postage stamp from the territory of Saar
A scene from MASH featuring Jamie Faar
An imported Swiss candy bar
A peripatetic avatar
A native of Madigascar
A powerful drug czar
A tractor-driver from Navistar
A pro golfer who can't even break par
An empty peanut butter jar
An unwritten memoir
A smelly, old cigar
A boring academic seminar
An unidentified flying object on radar
A diplomat from Myanmar
A fancy antique boudoir
A hardy-har-har-har!
By the wayside
A story-teller charms;
Exquisite tale of old
~~~~~~~~~
Path of uncertainty
Change springs a cast;
Innovative ideas hurl
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Loiter and linger
Upon these lonely shores;
Waves crash the beach
~~~~~~~~~
Listen for a glimpse
From unknown scenes;
Mellow music hints
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Heavy mall traffic
Sea of faces swirling;
Waiting the sales kill
~~~~~~~~~
Bus number 197
Double decker sighted;
Bound for Alexandra Village
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Bazaar book stall
Old leftover tomes;
Weathered lessons await
~~~~~~~~~~
Talk of war again
Outbreaks somewhere again;
Spirits rebellious
~~~~~~~~~
This weary world riddled
Such fiery war-mongering;
Profit for the arms trade
~~~~~~~~~
If you must ask
You do not know;
Poetry wears intent well
~~~~~~~~~
Dreamy dispositions
Watch the falling rain;
Cold clearance coming
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
12 November 2014
Singapore
Sheri SPECIFICITY-she is a Specificity- -
The people in the gym, both men and women;
Saying ooh!!! While pointing at this woman's
All faces frown, children running around;
Some people saying, Man! Look at her height,
Look at them nails and teeth;
Good Grief!!
My lady exposure your feet are rather long;
Your stature towers over me;
Them there skinny-chicken legs Oooh wee!!
Those things you call finger nails;
Are as long as your feet and those teeth;
All this does, all it does is make men seek;
To run away hurriedly they don’t wanna speak;
This willow tree embracing you;
All men run from you, they just do;
Your body type is out of sight, no really
Your hands are sessile, where are your wrist
Yearly you dance the flower stance the petunia
Your oval shaped torso makes men wanna go for double take renewal;
Those smooth margin-ed legs, liken a chickens;
Funnel shaped fused consisting of five fused pot belly;
Convicted of eat lard, peanut butter and petroleum jelly;
Specificity you is something of an oddity;
A bazaar beauty specificity?
3/31/19
Specificity in Poetry Poetry Contest Enter Contest
Sponsored by: Sheri Fresonke Harper
We talk and share our thoughts
Yet I don’t really know who you are
At times I actually don’t know if your male or female
Or your real name which is quite bazaar!
I have no idea what you look like
Or even how old you may be
Whether you are alone in life
Have pets or a family?
I know nothing about your history
What occupation you have or had
The hobbies or interests you enjoy
Special talents you have …..good or bad!
Are you likeable, talkative ,friendly
Or quiet ,reserved and shy
Are you patient and tolerant
Humorous ,serious or sly
Are you kind and generous
Or frugal and tight
Are you organised, clean and tidy
Or hoard everything in your sight!
I only know what country you live in
Not where, in what ,with who
Do you live in the city or country
Or by the beach with a sea view?
I have no idea the foods you like
I don’t know your dislikes or joys
Don’t know your strengths or weaknesses
Your fears ,or dreams ,or what you avoid?
You maybe a criminal locked in jail
Violent , frightening, breaker of rules
Feel no compassion or empathy
Maybe a racist, judgemental or cruel?
All I know of you is your poetry
Our connection through written word alone
Fellowships formed through a computer screen
The rest of you to me…..unknown!
*****
A Martian from planet Mars,
He thought the earth was a star.
Then sets down on the moon.
explored until noon.
These earthlings are bazaar.
The Martian's name is Sir Peter.
Earthling, take me to your leader.
Earth? He points up, "See that light."
This green man is not too bright.
Helms a ship with an ohmmeter.
The top leaders of the moon.
Gathered in a soundproof room.
Silly man an ohmmeter!
We will install a GPS meter.
"Mars" launch time is at mid-noon.
Peter launched from "Moons" air base.
left the moon for outer space.
Captain's log entry reads:
Electric tops warp speed.
He's now head of "Aerospace."
Written 2/26/2021
*Ohmmeter- an instrument measuring electric.
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She__wearing a shroud of depression
Left each visitor with gloomy feelings
Which they then carried away in succession
In all their life, never having such dealings
She was withdrawn, grim, and gloomy
Born with a melancholy personality
Then her mother died leaving her life roomy
For the pit of depression to swallow her in totality
Wistful thinking could not draw her into a good mood
Nor any action the staff had performed so far
Each word she said was totally rude
Then someone came up with the bazaar
A trip to the space station could do the trick
Out where her life would come into perspective
Where she could see earth and life click
Just what was needed to be a mood corrective
All in all I must say, life has trouble
If on earth you cannot win, space has a Hubbell
Just for fun/ silly/ nonsensical
Date written: 05/08/23
Contest: Eight Word Challenge
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Words used in order used: shroud, depression, gloomy, feelings, withdrawn, grim, gloomy, melancholy, depression,wistful