Long Brew Poems
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I’m un-fouling my anchor chain
In this seedy seaport bar.
Bid farewell to the tavern rats
Who’ll stay rooted where they are.
Pull the cork. Tip the bottle back.
Take a long soul-warming sip.
Feel that heady brew trickle down,
Braced and cocked to board my ship.
Cobblestones on a dirty street
Glisten darkly in the rain.
Find my way to the waterfront
Down a twisting gas-lit lane.
Mooring lines, like a spider’s web,
Bind my schooner to the pier.
Cast them off with the morning tide,
Underway without a tear.
Ride the swells of the raging sea
Through Poseidon’s fickle realm.
Dream of women I’ve likewise tamed
With my hands upon the helm.
Cross the line sailing far beyond
The landsman’s narrow world.
Navigating an open course
With a pirate’s flag unfurled.
And there’s poison in my blood,
Poison thick as delta mud.
Yes, there’s poison in my blood,
But I’m alright.
I’ve looted Treasure Island
With the young John Silver.
Yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of night.
It came out of the box all shiny and new
washed it in soapy water so I could brew
Hot pipping coffee so robust and full
the old fashion steel pot ever cool
The water simmers and boils hot
watching it explode up into the glass top
The liquid is clear than splashes to amber
the smell of hot coffee a favorite remembered
When the coffee shows rich and dark
fresh brew coffee for the day starts
Rich in flavor smells so good
drink cup after cup like I knew I would
No fancy machine of plastic anymore
my stovetop percolator my coffee I pour
Made mostly of steel with a button of glass
this percolator was made to last
Perhaps like a lightning
bolt of clear out of the blue
rigor mortis (tenon and
three decades hence)
two thousand fifty nine if you
count from January 13th 2019, adieu
attest that day 9 months I did brew
in wound (of the late Harriet Harris),
now finds me loved ones
crying boo hoo,
after this stiff mortal
Earthling bid toodle loo
with symbolic casket
(carrying cremated urn of ashes)
remembrance attended
by gentile and Jew
sharing positive memories purportedly
about this nondescript
fellow they knew
mainly indirectly, poignantly,
and wickedly shot thru
with his insightful humorous scribblings,
plus magnus opus titled
"How do ye do,"
an informal rambling missive bereft
of any subject and
devoid with little clue,
the purpose of said hefty tome
out weighing The Federalist circa: knew
lee after American independence
Papers, written by true
purrs under the pseudonym "Publius"
but great (as a great doorstop), or
alight as tinder for barbeque
since many admirers never
read his text written in Hebrew,
fluency acquired spending
final years he grew
old, since automatic citizenship
granted based on genetic goo
plus Mediterranean climate helped promote
longevity to century his health did hew
thus naturally pronounced philosophy,
where he drew
quite a wide web asper the many
claims Matthew Scott did eschew
to maintain longevity (more
quackery than science), but who
could dispute glorious
principles, not to poo poo
analogous to placebo effect
harmless fervent coping methods,
whether to cure ague
interestingly enough he cited ack hue
puncture for a gamut of physical ills
as well he did advocate chew
wing food (after taking small bites)
until mouthful became pulpy slew
(proponent of Fletcherism), this to
exercise dentures in addition
to maximize stew
pen diss experience of simple
routine eating view
wing thoroughly good (by George)
said quotidian activity grew
tubby spiritual, similarly basic
functions in general did get skew
ward whereby meditation on intrinsic,
metabolic and scholastic
processes to name a few
added a dimension of enhancement prior to
exiting life into frontier mortals can only rue.
Late evening flash
Moist breezy glimpse;
Abrupt rain
~~~~~~~~~
Strange journey
Dreamy silhouettes;
Vivid backdrop
~~~~~~~~~
Hazy skyline
Concrete toothpicks;
City skyscrapers
~~~~~~~~~
By city fringe
Curious onlookers;
Random commotion
~~~~~~~~~
New park bench
Metallic sparkle;
Cold stainless steel
~~~~~~~~~
Childcare centre
Small people congregate;
Life at play
~~~~~~~~~
By this park bench
Two lovers kiss;
Midnight tryst
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Jog and log
Fitness agenda;
Gym workout
~~~~~~~~~
Last day here
September goodbyes;
Rain for tears
~~~~~~~~~
Book bazaar
Sun-baked tomes;
Wisdom ageing
~~~~~~~~~
Tea leaves wet
Hot brew swirls;
Aromatic interlude
~~~~~~~~~
Old-time ambience
Espresso moment;
Cafe glimpses
~~~~~~~~~
Rainbow sky
Promises kept;
Surreal feeling
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
04 October 2016
Singapore
With Big Bang flash, our Universe was spun,
exploding with a force that quickly spread.
Now, science does predict oblivion
when all the energy of stars is dead.
Just half of all these energies remain
of what there was two billion years ago.
Two-hundred thousand galaxies now wane
with weakness of that surge which feeds their flow.
Survival of all living forms is moot,
for these evolved from Big Bang cosmic brew.
And in the end, the only absolute...
oblivion, the final stage...adieu.
Where stars and planets whirl in bright array,
the darkest, black oblivion will splay.
December 8, 2015
~2nd Place~
Contest: After Forever
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 12/22/2017
~2nd Place~
Contest: Oblivion
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Judged: 12/19/2015
One:
Wake up slowly.
Admit it was never that deep.
Let your first word be hmmm.
Let your second be whatever.
Two:
Stretch, but not like you mean it.
Pop one joint, then stop.
You are not an overachiever.
You’re alive. That’s enough.
Three:
Brew something hot
and unnecessarily complicated.
Call it process.
Sip. Sigh.
Spill a little on purpose.
Four:
Reintroduce yourself
to color.
Start with gray.
Work up to a muted mustard.
No pressure.
Five:
Trust nothing that smiles too easily.
Except maybe dogs.
And one cashier
who says you’re all set
like she means it.
Six:
Throw out the list you made
of everyone who owes you.
Keep the one you made
of whom you survived—
remember who survived you.
Seven:
Don’t look for closure.
Just check your teeth for spinach
when you think you ate,
and get on with it.
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strikes three,
One enters through the worlds door till strikes four,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,
Chaos and Havoc, the demons twins be,
Guardians of Hell's Gate, watch o'er worlds door,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strikes three,
Loosen from their chains, spawned diehards conceive,
Commotion from its potion, vile and gore,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,
Pain and suffering, lifetime guarantee,
The one inflicts affliction, things of lore,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strikes three,
Web has spun, evil done, 'twas a wild spree,
Victims are vast, time much too fast, needs more,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,
Time ran its course, in its wake, much debris,
'Tis business, end good, in hour before four,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strikes three,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free.
and intuitive paramour, whence swooning swain first experienced anew
an alien emotional lightness of being within mine hardened carapace did brew
a propensity to surmise, intuit, and detect a romantic joyful dew
drop similar to lovers in dustbin of historical annals dipped ‘ere farewell flew
common as the air we breathe, this new found muse sic cull passion grew
yet handled with kid gloves, which lacked the means to nurture and hue
a novel interpersonal ecstasy, which with fits and starts knew
tony yen physics manifested into a mutual attraction
despite any self-admission new
to this chap, whose skills sans intimacy infantile
and as a result inadvertently caused grief
to a gal (who valiantly christened her vehicle Ruby)
hoping to stride down the pew
which outcome thwarted, now tis much more sands of mine life time
funneled down the hourglass shaped queue
without any rhyme nor reason find this bard **** to rue
how a golden opportunity indiscriminately
lost a flickr and sentiments now akin to culinary Michelin patshke stew
rather futile to ruminate the long lapsed travails that tripped a true
lee darling dame, whose take on the matter, this poet would cherish a view
yet….nary a clue exists if any possibility to revisit that denouement recalling
the awkward fits and starts before embers of warm reciprocity kindled
reciprocal an ambition to court, jest and indubitably woo
to flip and shutterfly at greased lightening speed
back to that contra dance at Summit Presbyterian Church
at the cross roads of Green and Westview Avenues.
Amazon Order
I ordered some things from Amazon, today.
That cold and wind outside,
chilled my body and my bones on this sunny day;
so I chose to shop from the safety of the warm inside.
I ordered things of necessity, or so I told myself.
Those obligatory buys needed to survive.
The laundry detergent and nice oils and shampoos,
and so many other things I could use.
Things I may not use till the thaw of spring
but I’m on a role, needing almost everything.
There at the checkout, I looked again,
as the total was more than I meant to spend.
Delete that one and that one too
surely, I could do without that coffeed brew.
Oh Amazon, how easy you make my purchase,
but alas, I pressed the order key,
let’s hope it’s worth it.
By: Sashi.Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Mother's Day is a celebration honoring mothers and celebrating motherhood, maternal bonds and the influence of mothers in society.
The moon, the stars, the sunny skies, so beautiful they seem,
All mankind can sense and appreciate what it means,
Their beauty and the beauty of others,
Are in no way a comparison to our mothers.
Mothers are God’s gift to us,
Least appreciated and most worked without a fuss.
Mothers are there to help teach and guide,
And through thick and thin stay by your side.
Mother loves us right from the start,
From the moments she fondly holds us close to her heart.
These moments forever seem to her like only yesterday,
But we all know they were a few eons away.
Mother is there right through our troubles, conflicts and strife,
And every endeavor she undertakes to keep us afloat through pains of life.
Any time in life we can rely on her strong helping hand,
And she is there for you till you have regained the strength, alone to stand.
Mother is one we can lean on,
As deep in her heart she is very strong.
At times it is only mother who can soothe our running tears,
And calm our mind’s lurking shadows of fears.
Mother filled our days with multihued lights,
And put us to bed with lullaby and sweet dreams nights.
And on a foreign land you gave life to me,
And when I was old enough to my wife you set me free.
Whenever I needed you were there with tender care,
For advice and support you were always there.
You taught me right from wrong,
And how to the world whistle my own song.
Mother, I wonder if I could give a diamond to you,
For every tear you shed for me without much ado.
Mother, I wonder if you could accept an emerald from me,
For each truth you made me realize and see.
Mother, I wonder if I could give a ruby to you,
For every midnight coffee you did brew.
Mother, I wonder if I could give a pearl to you,
For every lesson of wisdom you have given me anew.
But I don’t have these and this you are aware,
And all I can offer you is my love devotion and care.
You are so dear to me but yet it took me so long to say,
Have a “HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY”.
I know that when you think of me,
A part of you in me you will always see.
Thank you and I Love you Mom,
This is me your first born son