Long Cheer Poems
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Walked into a wall, a concrete wall
It shook me up good, I tried not to bawl
Was dreaming of us making love in the park
We should have waited at least until dark
A couple of people then a crowd did appear
Watching and giggling and giving a cheer
On the love making scale, we won top spot
We'd gone too far, we just couldn't stop
It's as if they were watching a sporting event
Till whammo, we lay panting and spent
They filed away as if after a game
Talking bout how we showed them no shame
Truth of the matter, we weren't aware
A crowd of onlookers had gathered and stared
Involved in an amazing moment of bliss
We carried on not a beat did we miss
A lesson we learned from that day in the park
Next time we'll surely wait until dark
I feel the joy, promising hope,
Familiar joy – ensuring I can cope.
I feel the song, playing in my soul,
Beautiful music, praises to extol…
He is my joy, my honor, my life.
He is the comfort who takes away all strife.
He is my cheer, my solace, my relief.
From every burden, every sin and every grief.
I feel the light, reflecting His gentle love,
Familiar light, shining softly from above.
I feel the wonder of peace without end.
There is no doubt that He is my best friend.
He is the reminder that God is in control.
He’s my always and He makes me whole.
He is my light in the darkest black of night.
He has a love that makes everything alright.
I feel the stillness that lends me such grace.
Beautiful whisper of a love I’ll ever embrace.
I feel the calm that shadows the heart who believes.
There is the promise that His love – it never leaves.
He is the answer to every question I might ask.
Because He is love, I have no need to wear a mask.
He knows me better than I can possibly conceive.
All He requires is a heart who will truly believe!
There is an aura for the moment looking gloom
Closing in on climatic resolution known as high noon
Weather was dealt the color grey
Heavy clouds outdoor on this day
Blocking the sun from peeking through
Temperatures hot relatively cool
Glaring distractions are wearing nature’s shades
School year ready to hand out final grades
But months earlier an invader came out from the mist
Tying socialization wrists
Being a star taking the stage
Putting the world in a household cage
A viral infection
Criminally contagious facing nation’s united rejection
Traveling the world Covid 19 threatened global protection
Eluded handcuffs reality not having any vaccine injection
When international health did its inspection
A sick situation projected to fizzle
During summer when the north sizzles
A southern pop
Where CDC acts like a cop
Wrote the screenplay strategizing how to make the pandemic stop
Forcing the apocalyptic mission attempt to be a box office flop
Today they will try to collect money
To combat this issue defined ‘not funny’
Four go fore the green
Setting a sporting interacting scene
An opportunity to raise funds
Using an entertaining spectacle when is done
Donors will clap for those that have won
Then as the sunsets
Fast autos will fire off their jets
Under the light signed off by the moon
Creating the thought the holiday is not ruined
Flashy, colorful and cool
Racing at Charlottes’ speedway NASCAR’s crown jewel
Six hundred miles they will speed
Making it southern hospitality roaring like the General Lee
Hopefully, the Sunday message will be comprehended
No need to be defended
When staring at the military graves in rank and file
Knowing yesterday ended with Coca Cola and a smile
So, sure, the sun shines brightly every morn,
And birds will share, with all their brilliant tunes;
Amazing colored flowers will adorn
What once were gray and blah and lifeless dunes.
Admittedly it’s warmer in the day,
And cloudless skies can cheer the weary heart,
And gentle breezes whisk the blues away
As life, once more, begins its own restart.
But, as the sun stays longer in the skies
The pressure builds to try to get things done.
And wives and mothers have their battle-cries
To get to cleaning, there’s no time for fun.
It’s hard to laze when Spring is on the loose,
But Winter will provide its own excuse.
2/17/2023
Written for Spring is Not All poetry contest
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner
Let laughter free
Tension in me;
I am happy
As I can be.
Let smiles now sit
With merry wit;
Joy seeds fond bits
As cheer now fits.
Let sense enjoy
Clear primal joy;
Charm plays sure ploy
As feel employs.
Let love be true
As heart finds you;
Mind thinks of due,
Space and time cue.
Let sadness go
To be no more;
Gloom cannot glow,
Sorrow leaves core.
Let gladness come
To live love's psalm;
Cheer helps me sum
Joy's healing hum.
Let all things good
Restore fond moods;
Take thought for food:
No need to brood.
Let purpose bring
Passion that springs;
Vision can sing,
Action now flings.
Let kindness be
To trace happy;
Peace as you see
Starts with cheery.
Let faith bring hope
To breeze your scope;
A fool can cope,
Love knows the ropes.
Let eyes know quest
In wonder's fest;
Live blooming zest
That sparkles best.
Let heart now heal
As senses feel
Pulse of goodwill
In life's appeal.
Let soul attend
The passage grand;
Heed happy trends,
Affairs love sends.
Leon Enriquez
02 October 2014
Singapore
It's Halloween, that spooky time of year,
when scary monsters prowl the streets all night.
The costumes sometimes give us such a fright -
our heads with trepidation fill with fear,
but light the candles then they disappear.
Young children's faces shining with delight,
lit up by pumpkin lantern's glowing light;
with bags of candy kids run off and cheer.
Some teenage children take it all too far
and play their tricks when they don't get a treat.
I find smashed eggs upon my house and car,
then I use language I should not repeat!
Next year I'll have my front door just ajar
and wear a white face pack and old bed sheet.
10~23~15
Italian Sonnet - abbaabba cdcdcd
Contest: Mad as a Hornet
Sponsor: John Lawless
Entered into Halloween Contest
Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron
N ew Year is the time for new resolutions and hope renewed
E very year our old ones we fail on, and then we do brood
W hen we make them on the first day of the first month of the year
Y early we believe we have our minds in the right gear.
E ach resolution, each wish on the first day of the New Year
A rms us with an energy to make plans without fear
R esolutions in the hope of wishes granted to come true
N ever forgetting old mistakes, but them we don’t want to renew
E ach of us trying to make sure mistakes we don’t repeat
W e promise ourselves it’s hope we want to greet
H ope is the thing that we can all have so clear
O pening our arms and hearts to those we love and keep near
P romising we will do better and raise a glass with a cheer
E very body I know I wish to you A HAPPY NEW YEAR
© 30/12/2012 ~GG~
I loved Chuckie Egg because it reminded me of life,
With its principles which seem many when in strife,
But which are few, like seven or eight, alive and well,
Robust, vital and sensuous, and which you can sell.
Chuckie only had eight unique levels, were repeated,
They were repeated five times, with one culminated,
So there were forty-one levels, all very deftly arrayed,
For you to interact with, all of your dexterity displayed.
Life never demands too much, with the right people,
And level one let you eat all the hen feed and be feeble;
It let you skip needlessly like a child playing hop-scotch,
Allowing you to make mistakes and almost to botch.
You were supposed to feel like Hen House Harry, useful,
But sometimes I thought the caged bird related, frightful,
There were ducks who stole your corn and could kill,
Such that being caged was no fun, not needed, no thrill.
I was not having fun in a Christian family religious,
And felt like a caged bird squawking, a child rebellious;
When my parents thought I was having fun at services,
I just needed released from prison, such discrepancies.
I quickly rose to level nine, a repeat of the first level,
But the bird was loose and sometimes I him did bevel,
But i was never nasty to him but enticed him sometimes,
Using the elevators, purple ladders and jumps at times.
The golden egg reminded me of evolution, that it took,
And that every life was from a golden egg, not crook,
And I worked out that “What came first, chicken or egg?”
Was a creationist question and not an evolutionist peg.
The black background just reminded me of outer space,
Motional itself, so validating the motion of our grace;
It’s not what your background is that matters or sticks,
But what you do with it and impose on it, that’s the tricks.
A funny thing happened on 2020's way to her hanging
She couldn't sleep day and night cos her head keeps banging
Though she's innocent of a crime she did not commit
But everyone roughed her up and got her to admit.
The face behind the saving mask said it was her
Anyone using those masks would be inclined to concur
She keeps all in a drawn prison-like-home with fears down the side
Thinking to myself, it will be my last ever ride.
Heading is unto grace then onto prayer's hill
To pray for dreaming a bank teller that I didn't sign still
Two miles from the town all hell did break loose
Unbeknownst to me I'd be dodging the noose.
For fifty who gathered would have to stop
Then ordered the guards, their weapons they drop
To apprehend all and never be set free
Forewarning is a term we all agree
This life no balance at all
Some trespass yet they stand tall
Better look out for your own
And stop acting you hadn't known
We were separated by fear
Out hearts skip the page of cheer
The world is never the same
Can we have our sins to blame?
We heard that a country framed it
Cos She wanna take over world power's
So millions have to cry and die of corona's flood
Why is humanity's sound so thud
When shall we start a new life
Settle down and find a good wife
God listen to our hearts says
And lay luck and peace on our ways
Please sing surely a safe song savior
To the earth and her inhabitants' favor
Watch the world
Change with swirls
A road trip
Taste and sip
Sense tease grip
Touch that trips
Pack our things
For brisk fling
In this house
Let love rouse
Joy gains glee
Spice fond spree
Now speeds clear
Road funds cheer
New day dawns
Tour now spawns
Mile for mile
Glimpse warm smiles
Charm meets fest
On this quest
Less funds more
From deep core
Gain a grip
Joy speeds trip
Kin and kind
Touch moves mind
Feel and see
What may be
In good time
Road paves rhymes
Joy now flips
Sydney trip
A long drive
Fun arrives
Five to breeze
Joyride squeeze
Sights and sounds
Glimpses ground
Thought greets feel
Warm bliss thrills
Leon Enriquez
09-11 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT