Long Bubbly Poems
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“Joy, empathy, compassion
on an upward arc
an effervescence eternal
causes bliss ignition to start”
—Unseeking Seeker
Before we turn the key of bliss,
before pedal accelerates,
dirty window, a reminisce,
where tepid smog and self abates.
Practicing fingers’ float with joy,
reaching outward to emphasize.
A see-you-note-raised-sigh enjoy;
poignant compassion with the eyes.
Vitamin see delirious -
bubbly lyrics; a champagne high.
To play the note of serious
with truth and love, and not a lie.
Eternity in mind; no jokes.
It’s not to satisfy your self
and pat your back, what’s done for folks.
Left hand sees not right hand; herself.
We join with God; how blessed are we.
He allows us, each, company.
When miracles happen, the glee
is shared, in bliss-accompany.
Wind in hair, godspeed key impact.
A melody of unity.
Looking upward, where nothing’s lacked.
Don’t miss the opportunity!
Smooth roll down my throat through my temple
Seriously scent of grapes roams to my nose
Pink Moscato nights kept me with rose colored glasses
Settling for less looking for validation outside myself
Tall plastic wine glass melted as you lit my world on fire
Old wine; long nights passion lustful nights
Left broken stuck in confusion with the wonders
Old wine left my soul feeling used up as you fled away
Bring Cristal into my world she my new wine
High class standards set high can’t be mixed,
Mixed with old wine
Pop that bottle let’s celebrate
New wine new blessings
Everyone can’t go everyone can’t drink your new wine
Chilled on ice as life’s changing
Cristal feels fresh and free going through my body
Leaves me with no headaches nor sorrows
Thank you new wine goodbye old wine
Bubbly as you twirl around my tall wine glass
New wine no old wine please...
Him. From my past, occupying my present.
I am lured by his essence - I mean like the presence of him brings me an ooey gooey all familiar warmth inside
He is hearty and wholesome like the yams and collards that grandma would whip up every Sunday after I would spend the service rebuking the hunger pang demons buried in my belly.
I mean like He's like dipping my toe into the hot wet bubbly after a lengthy stressful day.
I mean like he's not just my soul food or my personal spa retreat type get away.
You see he's like my morning fix of caffeine
that jolts me out of dream world into starting my day
I like the thought of being his lady not only because he's not really impressed by the many hip switchers with the 22 inch honey blond strands down their backs
And I'm not saying I'm perfect, like all my coals aren't diamonds yet but
I mean like he sees the core of my soul
he has worked with his bare hands down to the root of me
He reasons with my tears and takes my sadness for hostage replacing it with sweet melodies like honey dew in the morning
I peer into his sparkling Browns watching his spirit reach for and penetrate every last depth within me
Like....he glows he is my night light even
And like....it's not like I'm asking too much of him
He keeps his love stocked and plentiful like he's preparing for Armageddon
See yall he has arrested my heart I release all my woes onto him he washes my sins away like he's my personal Jesus or something
I mean like that's just the start of this love story
He rules all of my planets and wishes on all of my stars
Making sure our alignment will never deteriorate
I mean like....
HAPPY 1
Happy finds me with fond appeal,
Bubbly I see how time reveals.
Happy shows me old-time appeal,
Calmly I see that fine goodwill.
Happy tells me a lovely tale,
Zesty I see sparks a fond sale.
Happy knows me and where I live,
Smiley I see love ever gives.
Happy charms me with purpose bright,
Lucky I see passion stroke right.
Happy cheers me to grace each day,
Warmly I see the way of play.
Happy joins me with harmony,
Clearly I see sweet ecstasy.
Happy tells me to live truth here,
Wisdom I see as beauty cheers.
Happy brings me kind courtesies,
Thoughts that I see hurl words that free.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
26 April 2016
Singapore
Champagne in Heaven
The “Old Bubbly” I hopeth one day in Heaven to see!
And why, pray tell, should I not ever wish this to be?
Methinks that God would smile at this artful prospect,
Yet, such an occurrence may make His Angels suspect!
If His Angels protest, I shall plead my wish to God’s action,
Whilst spoiling not to argue my case with all due passion!
I am quite sure my plea may ruffle proper saintly tradition,
But, I shall ask God’s indulgence and seek not His perdition!
I know God granted an Irish soul’s plea for nips of Irish dew,
And so, I am sure He’ll allow my “Bubbly” in Heaven’s pew!
If my request meets with Almighty God’s just and fair favor,
I’ll ask Him to join me in few stout nips of dew of Irish flavor!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
January 9, 2018 (Canzone)
Author’s Note: Deus est qui regit omnia! Amen! Amen!
Canzone Structural Notes:
One Stanza
14 Verses
137 Words
Open Meter
Rhyme Scheme: aabbccddeeffgg
Leaves
~~~~
I cannot wait till leaves, leave.
Watching brown, dying leaves
makes my spirit, deeply grieve.
I adore those days when leaves
are turning colors.
Yet still soft to the the touch and
like a glove, still tender-velvety.
But the skeletons of them, so badly
shredded underfoot.
Makes this tender soul, so anything
but bubbly.
November 14, 2019
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Club nocturnal
In Bilbao, on a warm evening, he walked past a nightclub
walked in and had a beer; he could have gone to
a Guggenheim Museum and be culturally minded, absorb
and mention it later in a passing conversation, “the other
day at the Guggenheim.”
At the club, a group of people sat drinking affluent bubbly
wine, thinking it was champagne, the group laughed a lot
and apparently had a fine time, although, he thought they
were a bit frenzied about the fun
The people around the table didn’t look prosperous and
the women looked like office tarts, with too much lipstick and
mascara, flashing eyes and giggles.
He knew (had been there) that the one footing the bill
would feel dreadful in the morning, sensing the futility
an ice cap on sagging shoulders of hopelessness.
No, it was not the drinking, real drinkers do not frequent
nightclubs, but drinking at modest places, was about feeling swanky
a man about town.
He paid for his beer and complained about the price
the waiter pointed to a pricelist hanging high on a wall, so there!
Along the boulevard, he bought newspapers went to a café,
had some wine and spent hours enjoying himself.
Our giggles lilt, whirling on paths divine
Inventing new summer tricks, how bubbly
That every joy ride is a drink so fine
From which we both sip, late nights of coffee.
Secrets we keep under river's deep floor
Like mirrored glass where we color the dew,
An only sis, eldest bloom I adore
When pained tears cascade; she’s my first rescue.
Though disputes flare, ardor bestows rebirth
With shared compass guiding a walk called life;
Exploring beyond dreams, fonder this earth,
As she cradles my hope, now a blest wife.
The music still dances within our eyes
One treasure of love bonding as allies.
When Older Siblings or Younger Step In...
Eve Roper’s Contest
1/2/2015
look at me
appear to be
Brutal, broken beauty within the villainous, vocal vision
Bold, bloody beauty within the voluptuous, virtuous vision
Bad, beauty within the vibrant, violet decision
Bald, bright beauty within the vulnerable, venomous vision
Blue, beauty within the vile, volatile, victorious, vegan vision
Brilliant, brave beauty within the vicious, vast vision
Bad, bitter beauty within the vivacious, vintage vision
Black, blonde beauty within the virgin, vain vision
Best, bouncy beauty within the vivid, versatile vision
Busy, brown beauty within the veiny, violent vision
Bubbly, beautiful beauty within the vulgar, vengeful vision
2/7/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Why is it more comfortable
To have more blankets on but the window open
Than it is to sleep with just the duvet
And the window shut?
Because it is cosier, snugglier,
But what exactly makes it so?
Why is it pleasant to be dry, not so nice to be wet?
Well, wet is often cold, why’s it not fun to be cold?
What is fun?
Also, what used to go on in our minds
Before wet, cold and fun were words to us?
If you’re wet, you are not always cold.
Being soaked isn’t so bad
On scorching sands.
But is that only because you’ll quickly dry off
And because you know that?
Can anyone pinpoint
What is so unpleasant
About sand stuck to your skin?
Why is it so good to get it off in a warm, bubbly tub?
It is a relief, but why?
Relief can be defined by relaxation,
But what exactly is that?
Well, it’s the freedom from anxiety, from tension.
But then relief isn’t exactly relaxation.
After relief, it’s back to whatever came before
What needed to be relieved.