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Quick getaway for a few days:
By Little Bay our happy stay.
A road trip drive for Sydney tour,
Baby makes five in spree for sure.
A cozy place in outskirts cool,
Home comforts trace as fancy pools.
A suburb far from city lights,
Sea view on par with rainy sight.
Wet drizzle casts breath of fresh air,
Dinner at last with joyous flair.
An awesome feast upon The Grounds,
Fine dine at least, shared meal profound.
Then a stroll brisk to Sydney sights,
Viewed harbour crisp in dazzling light.
Opera House by Harbour Bridge,
Curious quick browse and snapshots hitched.
Lost in big crowd, the five of us,
Felt glee and shouts in joyful burst.
Chilly night air brought shivers cold,
Mocha sip sought to warm our souls.
Then we walked back to car park lot,
A weary slack in sure report.
Fond glimpses here of city tints,
Shared festive cheer in obvious hints.
A drive through streets so picturesque,
Quaint houses greet in rainy zest.
Thus ends fond day with tour fun sway,
Rest as sleep stays as night dreams play.
By Little Bay, our first day ends,
Watch wonder stay with wholesome blend.
Leon Enriquez
09 June 2018, Saturday
Sydney Tour Day One/
(13 June 2018, ACT)
The shopping centre's open, the car park it is packed
No sign of mother nature unless it’s been vacuum packed
the car park just a lay by no clue’s what lays beyond
just a dirt track and a factory fence to walk along
traffic noise fades into the background
the birds begin to sing
and an ancient woodland stands before me
an oasis in a land of commerce scared by human hand
mother natures been out painting a lovely shade on blue
a woodland dappled with painted dots
Vincent van gogh would be pleased
when the bluebells show.
Parrotts drumble is an ancient woodland in an industrial centre please click the link to understand the poem many thanks
http://www.staffs-wildlife.org.uk/reserves/parrots-drumble
click on the link you can see a massive shopping centre the wood behind it
you walk down the side of a factory to get to it, and for those who do not live in the uk stoke on trent is an heavy industrial area .
Eroding names on long-faced headstones,
a small graveyard marooned on a patch of past;
long rooted and confined while beside it
2022 blares unseeing past the forgotten lot.
An old-fangled America right there
forgotten crypts
tucked between gas station and strip mall,
a small deposit of once horse-drawn bones
amid a modern thoroughfare.
A haze of traffic emissions half-hides the secreted,
the tucked away,
yet, there are whispers on mossy mounds,
mouthless echoes of forked-over farmers,
matrons of dispersed parishes,
tanners wrapped in musty mule skins.
An olden daze leans toward us,
tilts into the present, slides sideways into
a ‘Wendy's’ car-park.
Voices sweat into the skin of a biker filling his tank;
beneath his dew rag they wetly whisper.
He shudders in the warm sunlight,
thinks about a lime phosphate soda
long defunct.
A cloudy memory follows a teenager
toward a newly opened store,
but the new won’t thrive long.
Nothing around here survives
longer than the bygones.
Calm cooling breeze
Taste of wetness;
Coming rain
~~~~~~~~~
Weekend stay
Home movie marathon;
Makeup treats
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Pet dog circles
Runs round barking;
Mad freedom sings
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Small people here
Body contact flings;
***** child talk
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Newspaper highlight
Another tragedy;
Far yet near
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I sit here
Waiting on words;
Dry well showing
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The write words
Puzzling long scene;
Verse void piques
~~~~~~~~~
Word after word
Nothing to say;
Impact drowns
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Old man limps
Bad left knee;
Painful strides
~~~~~~~~~
Sensuous maiden
Beauty confronts;
Hungry eyes follow
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Humble origins
Fleshy windfall;
Emergent light
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Sexy speaks
Fragrant distraction;
Wild allure
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Blank paper page
Ink cursive words;
Plunder verse lines
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Contract blank
Arguments sum;
Willing signature
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Brand new book
Void to fill;
Finesse stakes
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Car park story
Assorted brands loiter;
Business meeting
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Fenugreek brew
Good to go;
Yellowish swirls
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Leon Enriquez
12 June 2016
Singapore
I ended up in the car park out side the pink parrot, in the cold
A place it was so dark, robbed of my ring ,only nine carrot gold
My life flashed before my eyes, eyelid split with a Stanley blade
Face smashed by two guys, memories of that night never fade
Later I was told their was eight, not knowing if I would live or die
Completely unaware of my fate with blood gushing from my eye
Face like a blister, I couldn’t speak being in a state of absence
All I could hear the voice of my sister, saying get an ambulance
Glass is sticking out of his head got to get him to some hospital
He’s going to end up dead, Because my condition was now critical
Chances of survival slim more a less doctors told friends and family
When on arrival suffering a cardiac arrest they’d doubt any recovery
Rushed into intensive care but did eventually some how pull through
But for quit a while looked the worst for ware my face black and blue
And for quit a while impaired my sight, which made it very hard to see
I doubt I'll ever forget that night back in late September ninety three
Written about a bad time back in 1993 talk about the unexpected that you don’t
Written some time between june/ july( 2002)
trying not to go off on one stick to main events that took place
also trying to add a bit of humour at same time
Eroding names
on long-faced headstones.
Graves marooned
in a patch of the past
while 2019 blares unseeing
around the forgotten lot.
An old-fangled America
tucked between gas station and strip mall,
a small deposit
of once horse-drawn bones.
A haze of traffic emissions
half-hides the secreted,
the tucked away, the half seen,
yet,
there are whispers on mossy mounds,
mouth-lost echoes
of forked-over farmers,
matrons of dispersed parishes,
tanners still reeking of
raw mule skins
An olden daze leans toward us,
tilts into our future,
slides discreetly sideways 'round
a ‘Wendy's’ car-park.
A biker filling his tank;
beneath his dew rag.
voices sweat into his skin,
he shudders in the warm sunlight,
thinks about a cold soda long defunct.
A cloudy memory follows a teenager,
toward a newly opened store,
but it won’t live long.
Nothing around here survives
longer than the bygones.
BOING..?!#! Its off at boeing..' the wheels and doors have
Gone..planes just; over-drive the runways, they're rivalling
Sann-yong..They're rolling in inclusions, like its for a dare!!
People choosing flights right now, for boeing they don't care.' Thery're checking in their millions, about which plane
To take..(Have they got woke on boeing?) Wow!! the realtime
Take-off joke..Its murder in the car park..' cause people
Just can't leave.' They're waiting for a different plane its
Stuff you'd scarce beleive.' Well if you knew the 70's? when
Boeing was a brand!! When quality was valued when jobs
Were fully manned.' When woke meant being lively, alert
Right on the job..' Now its eyliner at the ready where them
And they, arn't just words..Yet reflect as jokes, the pokes
Are seldom noticed, and whether pigs reside within their
Hallowed coverings.' Who really can decide.? Decide..? Is
Just the term no doubt.' Around the boeing joints, its
Forget about the riveting.' What nail varnish? is more on point'
Do you buff nails after coffee? Or before.? Which task is next ?
Is it adjusting window seating, or arranging jims hair-net.?
Are the women really 'manning up?' Or is that term all wrong?
If you get assigned to Australia, you should check with
'Penny Wong.' Another thing you'll find at boeing' detail is not
The thing.! John Burnet went into details.' We wanted quiet yet
He would sing.!! He shouted about 'forbidden stuff ' like safety
And ethics and work??? We knew his kind, they insist on fine.'
Yet the weathers foul, well for him it was to be.' The jerk..An unworthy
Man. ! He'd had a mortgage; and' a regular wife and familiy!! he
Even said he enjoyed life.' He didn't pill pop devoid of vice.?
Well now he's dead, suicide its said..' And thats the truth you see!!
Just like flo is fred.' or june is wed to a lamp post.) at boeing
all is as it should be.!
It was a hot day, I was on my way back from Spar, carrying a bag of groceries. I walked past the lilac bushes in bloom, past the annex to the medical centre with its small car park, rounding my house. From the side of the old red-brick typography building I heard an incomprehensible sound, like a tuba from underwater, the sound was muffled, even and deep. I immediately identified a C minor chord. Prolonged, devoid of modulation, the sound lingered in space as I walked across the ramp past the lilac bushes. It was impossible to make out exactly what it sounded like. As if from behind, there was some tenor sound in the background, but it was so faint that I could barely hear it. No one sat on the benches at the entrance to the house. The sun-drenched ramp area, the faded walls of the house, the bright blue sky. I went up to my flat, and went out onto the balcony. From the balcony I could hear nothing, there was the dead silence of a summer day. It's evening now, I'm writing this worthless story, but I can't get over the fact that I couldn't identify the source of the sound or its purpose. The only thing I could make out was an evenly sustained, deep C minor chord.
It was in my old Cortina
Well you really should have seen her
She was naked as the day that she was born
We had only just begun, we were having lots of fun
When her foot came crashing down upon the horn
Well, she gave a little groan and a steady little moan
Then from nowhere came the loudest ever scream
She was thrashing all about, she was trying to get out
And then suddenly the lights were on main beam
Soon the door was open wide as she made her way outside
She was hopping on the tarmac in the nude
It was comic, it was farce just to see her naked ****
But I’m sure the other people thought it rude
She was cold and she was damp and was happy now the cramp
Had abated, though the memory lingered on
Climbing quickly back inside, trying desperately to hide
She got dressed and moments later we were gone
Now it’s nice to go al fresco, but, the car park outside Tesco
Is just not the place to park when you feel frisky
So, next time we get denuded it’ll be somewhere secluded
At a place where getting caught is far less risky
Sparrow song
Short arias;
Dawn flings the sun
Mealtime devotion
Homely food culture;
Spreading tender loving care
Cardiac stretching
Workout a sweat;
Brisk walking track
Lazy afternoon
Somnolent feelings;
In-between home movie
Curious eyes
Spy happenings;
Car park commotion
Marriage invitation
Posh banquet awaits;
Timely celebration
Old lovers strolling
Mellow smiles sketch;
Vistas aged like wine
Water colour skies
Sudden downpour flushing;
Redecorating new hues
Newspaper vendor
Talkative as usual;
Everyday economics
Corner fruit stall
So many varieties;
Choosy customers
Leon Enriquez
13 July 2014
Singapore