Long Boon Poems
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Skidding along the ice-covered ground
Traversing like a runaway hound
Eluding, hopping on series of mound
And lines of snowflakes over a thousand pound
Skiing from a snow peak so high
In my soul an eidetic heart that thrives
Your memory I keep alive not sigh
Your vim in me that cogently drives
With the dancing sun that shines on me not dries
Over and under frigid trees my skis and I flies
Hails and blizzards never bid you my byes
My feet on drifting snow, my heart never dies
The floating moon sends you my voice in verse
You, I adore, and pray for without haste
A boon in my life I hoist, not immerse
Up and down the snow-filled hills, my love I praise
Sing a song of Christmas, here in the UK,
Hands are making pastry for the festive day.
Fill with ripe sultanas, candied peel and spice,
Pop them in the oven, they'll be ready in a trice!
Mince pies are delicious, with a cup of tea.
Tantalising flavours work in harmony.
Jazz them up with sherry, lemon juice for zest,
Always have some ready for that unexpected guest!
Just a word of warning, bridle any greed.
All in moderation is a worthwhile creed.
One more for the road you may see as a boon,
But when indigestion strikes, I think you'll change your tune!
13/12/18
( Best sung to the tune of 'sing a song of sixpence nursery rhyme!)
Punny Holiday Pies Poetry Contest : sponsored by Michelle Faulkner
Starved and ragged, the boy slept near the ferry
In his sleep he saw a fairy
She looked benevolent and merry
The fairy told, he could ask for a boon
Whatever it was, she would grant him soon
In a hurry, he asked for a magic spoon
To fetch him something to still his stomach’s burn
Simple was his wish, never did he long to have the ‘moon’
“Nothing more”, she asked with a smile
And the boy shook his head without guile
Instantly his wish was granted, and much more
He got a magical mask and a belt to wear
Also some mysterious feathers to soar
After directing, what he should do
She vanished quickly without adieu!
The spoon had rare charms to his wonder
With it he could always appease his hunger
He was glad that he would no more be a beggar
What he ate with the spoon turned delicious to his palate
That in his mouth, he got the rarest of taste
The mask he got was matchless and majestic
Something mysterious of the rarest make
As upon his face, he wore it slick
He felt as if swimming in joy’s lake
With snow white swans and many a drake
He had feathers so fine and flawless
Magical feathers no bird could ever possess
When upon his arms, he tied them tight
And fastened them round his toes and feet
He could dart into the sky like a kite
The belt he got was just right and fit
A magical belt so strange to sight
When he bound it round his waist
He grew stronger than the strongest ox
That he could pull down the biggest of rocks
Mysterious is the working of fate
We do not know when fortune will accelerate
When the boy asked for a boon, many did accumulate
To his simple whim, the fairy was ready to assent
And to him the blessing of a lifetime, she did grant
Thus, the boy with meager desires did prosper
And thrived in life, so happy ever after
April. 1. 2023
~ Placed Second~
Write a Sweet Fairytale for Children
Sponsor- B.J. Legros Kelley
Lonely and dull was the path
Seeing the way, none could laugh
Disease hung in the air
Life seemed to go nowhere
Of what use would be living
If maimed, none would dare to be boasting
Desperate was the current flow
When hope sparked us all in one go
Dust flew in from the skies
Dust came in without any ties
Angels cried at our plight
Saddened at our darkened sight
So they gave us a boon,
Stardust, sparkling, in the heat of noon
Silvery, shiny, deep with hue
Lyrical, magical, it seemed not true
Those who did inhale the dust
Could do nothing except to let go of their lust
Life is meant to be lived
Life is meant not to be re-lived!
So, come, let us sing and dance
To the name of faith, in all abundance!
15 October 2012
Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Mind and soul shape the way of quest,
Embrace the heart as senses move;
Delight the ape in moving zest,
Intent sculpts start in simple grooves;
Touch knows the thrill of sway and stay,
Align with truth that heals all wounds;
Taste how love feels within wordplay,
Instruct clear proof with blooming boon;
Outlive mere reach that cluster time,
Nature knows how you crave love here.
Discrete the pitch of precious chimes,
Expand right now the soul's swift spheres;
Choice offers poise in subtle flair,
Keep then cheer's voice that floods the air.
Leon Enriquez
04 April 2016
Singapore
I suddenly became aware
(although rooted motive not clear)
avoiding self castration ere
yours truly back during
forty three plus summers ago
(do the math and figure out what year)
long haired pencil necked geek
applied dull razor
to remove, (albeit temporarily) hair
covering these skinny legs.
The missus asked me
(hitherto known as her bozo)
just mere moments ago
to craft humorous poem to glow
nsync with the shiny nose of Rudolph
keeping syncopated metrical flow
thus methought to crow
about being equally as foolish
streaking naked outside at five below
so without further here I go
rattling off gibberish as common Joe
King cole, a merry old soul...
dirt poor, hence without any dough
to embellish endeavor as literary pro,
who also sought to catch eye of Mister Perdue
(yea him of agribusiness fame)
to sacrifice self for New Year's barbecue.
Yours truly repurposed courtesy rigged
easy to assemble cannibalistic spit
with large fig leaf covering puny naughty bit
meekly (née willingly) surrendered
matter of fact, I paid with bitcoin chit
recognized latest currency
ever since legal tender easily susceptible
and oftimes confused as counterfeit
money forged, smelted, and hammered
linkedin with pendulum that swung within pit.
Thus analogous to
Five Chinese brothers immune
yours truly constituted more'n one secret boon
such fiery flames (hot enough
to melt like molten rock)
could harm not a hair
of one *****sapien baboon
matter fact simian in question could become swell
think hot air balloon
allowing, enabling and providing me quick escape
national anthem playing as most popular tune,
a capella, I simultaneous croon
as hot embers snap, pop, and crackle
token human crisply cooking
taking place at high noon
despite the most ferocious typhoon,
no worry, I defy being drowned
survival skills inherited sophisticated protozoan
symbiotic eukaryotes since time immemorial
livingsocial within tight quarters
with not mushroom
to maneuver - oh... hold on,
cuz I will be done lame
reasonable rhyme really soon
ah... just about done
getting cooked the color maroon.
Where lies our centre, if focus be space,
likewise desire, if we dwell in the pause,
feeble form bliss energised by God’s grace,
spontaneous heart acting without cause?
Minutes turn into hours, days into years,
yet we remain vibrant dwelling in bliss
and with ego erased, gone are our fears,
as boon bestowed by Divine Mother’s kiss.
We live internally love energised,
thus objects manifest do not attract
and since God’s love and light is realised,
with pulsations of love we’ve forged a pact.
Be this as it may, life yet carries on,
consumed by the flame, with each breath reborn.
A bandit who thieves with the moon
Finds daylight arrives far too soon
His looting is brash
Despoiling the trash
A boon, what a raccoon leaves strewn ...
Another hides in cynoglossum
Awaiting the scraps 'coonies toss him
Not there to impress
But to clean up the mess
That's why the 'possum's so awesome ...
Should previous-mentioned so lapse
Forsaking debris when night wraps
As morning sun grows
Those early-day crows
Are happy to clean up the scraps!
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Any Animal Or Creature Limerick" Poetry Contest, Charles Messina, Judge & Sponsor.
Prime pretty play
Dream deeper day
Live laughter loud
Prune preachy proud
See silly stay
Pick poignant pay
Love lines loiter
Mind moves matter
Verse vivid voice
Charm creates choice
Shrewd style speaks sound
Grace grows grand grounds
Mystic mind moves
Gracious gifts groove
Cryptic calm croons
Beauty brings boon
Gain groovy grip
Time tickles trip
Wise wonder works
***** question quirks
Ask apt aura
Feel fine flora
Meet millions more
Subtle soul spores
Prize poignant proof
Taste touching truth
Bright blossoms bloom
Rich rapture rooms
Taste telling times
Right ripples rhymes
Leon Enriquez
24 May 2015
Singapore
Bhishma Pitamah, warrior fierce and monk exalted
An ascended ascetic, whose life could not be faulted
Granted by Gods, boon of immortality, of death by wish
Yet so deep became his anguish, life he chose to relinquish
How all this came to pass is depicted in the epic, Mahabharata
Suffice to say, he could not bear to see his soul defiled by stigma
Thereby voluntarily choosing to suffer upon a bed of arrows to atone
Karmic consequences of injustice by ego identity sown, he alone did own
Quest for immortality, in effect a seeking of our ego identity to unify with soul
Encased in this mind-body, feeling limited and bound, we wish to be whole
Thus we yearn for life eternal, bliss ineffable and wisdom unimaginable
We already are that who we so seek, ego veiling cognition spherical
Deluded that we are this organic fleeting form, fear spirals arise
Imaginary identity hypnotises soul, resisting joy and surprise
Oh weary pilgrim, know we are immortal but this body not
Divine aligned, bliss suffused, exit narrow thought slots
Shrouded by fears and desires, ego flounders hither and thither
Whilst soul luminous has no questions, itself being the answer
18-July-2021
IMMORTALITY YES OR NO Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke