Long Cheers Poems
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I know a young lady, her name is Kim
Whenever I see her, she makes my heart grin
They call her a doctor but to me she's a friend
Whatever my ailment she knows how to mend
With every new visit, my symptoms take flight
She knows how to soothe me to remedy my plight
After all these decades finally found a new doc
Who makes me feel comfortable wearing just socks
('twas I just wearing socks... not the doc)
I'll gladly recommend her to everyone I know
My resistance to doctors I sure did outgrow
So next time I'm fevered or feeling some pain
Even though quite minor like a bump or a sprain
I'll make an appointment and really toute suite
Visiting Doctor Kimberly is surely a treat
She'll fix me up quickly she'll fix me up fine
Three cheers for Kimberly this new doc of mine
Start with your heart
To know the truth;
Health is the art
Where act funds proof.
Learn to be kind
To all you meet;
Love grooms the mind
To be more sweet.
Pain comes to all
Who journey here;
Bear with the gall
With joy that cheers.
Brave steps you take
With a stern poise;
Learn how to make
True gain your choice.
Live peace of mind
That comes with heart;
Seek out to find
Wealth's hidden parts.
Be a soul good
That treasures peace;
Humour each mood
With lasting ease.
Word happy wit
With charming grace;
Watch joy now fit
A lovely face.
Leon Enriquez
03 December 2018
Singapore
Stand up and cheer very loudly if you know your a’s, b’s, and c’s.
Not so fast, Quinton, Hallie, Sammy, Tom, Brandon, and Kimberly.
Kindergarten is tough if you don’t know your letters or how to write pages, numbered.
Kindergarten is more like first grade used to be when your grandparents so lumbered.
Unfortunately, five is the new seven, because most of your peers have been in school 2 years
By the time these seasoned 5’s reach kindergarten, they are way ahead in knowledge, worksheets, and cheers.
They know the school song, the slogan, the principal, the vice, and both pledge of aliegences all by heart.
They are so far ahead of you who did not attend preschools, that it is not a very even start.
Just be aware that what you are learning is for your own good, and the good of your parents, but how?
When you grow up and you know so much stuff, hopefully you can begin taking care of them both now.
Take on board this as a potential movie script
that will never get made
Of a traveling advertising salesman visiting Kansas City named Chris
Who endeared himself to the young lady hotel bar-keeper called Laura he was staying at
Fast forward to day 2 after chatting casual musings
between tender and customer
And an initial friendship struck up
This is where the conversation went
So where are you from Chris
I'm from Liverpool Laura
Oh where the Beatles are from ?
Yip the very same one
So how long are you still here for ?
Only another 2 day's i leave Saturday
My shift finishes tomorrow at 6pm
If your not doing anything and you want i'll show you around the city if you want ?
That's very kind of you Laura thank you
but i'm sure you have something better to do than show me around
Honestly i don't mind and you seem like a nice person
Ok then cheers
So what would you like to do or see then ?
We'll the least i can do is take you out for dinner
Where is the best place to get a steak here ?
And the rest i'll leave up to you it's your home town after all
The next day during dinner
I have to say great choice this
steak is unbelievable
So what is your story Laura ?
What do you mean ?
Well you know a bit about me
But how come a nice young girl like you is
out spending your friday night with me ?
Well if you really want to know i have just
been diagnosed with a terminal brain tumor
and i have been given 6 month's to live
So i am trying to spend my remaining time left
doing things i would never normally do
So here i am ,
Sorry
Wow
That i was not expecting
I don't quite know exactly what to say or do with that
I sense and feel mystique of its appeal
In vibrant, verdant, blossoming spring,
Splendorous prairies undulating breeze,
Resplendent falling of autumnal leaves,
Glacial winds bemoaning a frozen sigh,
A cerulean terpsichore of ocean tides~
I sense and feel, yet can’t cage its wings.
Purposeful, evocative, musings unwind
When elixir of missives invigorates mind
In tears of joy glittering mother’s eyes,
Holding hand of father, an innocent smile,
Hungry bawls tearing impoverished lands,
Cheers echoing hopes of clapping hands,
Grievous calls unleashed by fate unkind,
An uneventful existence berating its grind.
Though I pretend to reign world of words
And impute resonance to songs of birds
And conjure kisses from lovelorn woes
And dare personifying feelings of stone,
I struggle in thoughts to stage my show
Striving to rhyme verses stubbornly prose
Dawdling daydreams of poetic meadows
Attributing forms to shapeless shadows
Clueless of the exit from wordless throes.
Ah! dear reader, the poet in you knows,
Much alike an eagle boundless in freedom
Flight of artistry I’m unable to control,
Passions of its symphony, I do not own,
Depth of its ocean shall remain unknown.
August 12, 2021
I breathe a sigh of relief when I cross the street. I stoop down on the ground without a smile or a frown to look back at where I am coming from and the long stretch of road in front of me and the next voyage to cross the sea.
I can hear the engines rolling and the orchestra playing yonder, and tension building up near and far. Take me to the garden where the wild things grow and climb the tree where the passion fruits wrap it vine around the roots and wet your lips with succulent strawberry and let the juice run down your mouth before you start to shout.
Roll on the grass and climb the tree and you will have a great sense of relief. The circumference is deep, so measure it before you take that leap; the windows are open wide, so get ready for the unexpected bride.
If you wear jeans and shirt the business will sell out, go for the fancy dresses too and the million dollars suite; the central park buggy will carry you if you are wearing an extra tight pair of shoes. You can observe the sheen on my lips when I attempt to make that once in a lifetime kiss.
I breathe a sigh of relief when the ball stuck in the tree, I breathe a sigh of relief when I discover the bun without cheese, and the ball could not come down for the wind was not moving around. But with one giant shake, everything tumbles through the gate, and the architect of the sea has designed a plan to rescue me, and when we hit the floor, we knew that time will be no more.
Come and have a dialogue with me to settle this age-old agony; the dry parched earth on which you stand, hardened from the murmuring heat has granted me the courage to speak.
Bold is the night when cocks and hens start to fight but the essence of life will meet you there on time. They come from near and far with peace on their mind, and we will settle the score before anyone walks through the door.
Stay with me for a while and gentle close your eyes and you will see everything as plain as can be; the hall is full and everyone is well dressed and looking good, it is like a garden floating in paradise, with sweet aroma and fragrant perfume floating in the sky and everyone was smiling with good cheers and the music floats splendidly through the hall, and I breath a sense of relief when I woke up from my sleep.
Whispers of faith rain over my heart
Reminding me why I’m here, I’m alive
Feeling the joy and delight of knowing
His love is here inside, breathing hope
Into my soul, where I can always know
The light that shines down from heaven
Is filled with inspiration, kindness, grace
Wonders so beautiful they imitate the
Praise that frees my thoughts and mind
With admiration, adoration, devotion
For the One who makes my life so bright
It feels like love has colored the skies
Serenity so soothing it seems to embrace
My thoughts, my feelings, my belief, my dreams
With jewels of elation freeing me from fear
Assuring my heart that I’m forever His
Child of the King, believer and receiver
Follower of Jesus, the way, the truth, the life
The One who brings me forgiveness for sin
And fills my soul with a brilliant assurance
That He is always there for me, faithful,
Praiseworthy, the answer to my every prayer
For hope that uplifts and cheers my heart
With kindness that knows He brings satisfaction.
Prayers are lifted to spark His insight
Into the moment, the position, the heart
Who needs His love, His light, His kindness
Poured out on the appeal for His tenderness
His gift of grace, His inspiration and faith
The miracle of the love that He brings
To every need, each request, every blessing
All the feeling that comes alive inside
The soul who knows His unconditional love!
With every thought, each moment, all that comes
There is the blessing of His captivating hope
His enchanting faith and His charismatic love
Flowing through the veins of those who know
His blood covers every sin, each offence, all wrong
With the purity of His everlasting sacrifice
For the ones who believe in Him through it all
Give back to Him their hearts who know He is
The answer for us all, the light in the darkness
The joy that lives in the soul who knows Him.
Solitude
Solitude
Also a life
My life
Solitude
Existence
It’s my life
Solitude, Suffering
Lost life, Death
My life is death
Master: No. You aren’t the Death
Vilmos: Why do you say this, my dear Master,
my dear Satan?
Master: Because you can’t die.
Vilmos: Am I incapable of dying?
Master: Vilmos, I can’t die.
It’s not possible.
Vilmos: Why?
Master: Because you are mine.
You are mine.
Your life is mine.
Vilmos: Thank you my new life.
Master: I chose you.
Vilmos: Oh, my Master, a famous poet is watching me from the wall of my room.
Master: I’ll send him the barrel of Amontillado.
Vilmos: Master, come here, come here.
Master: Later. The wine bottle is empty.
Vilmos: Oh, Sorry Master! I’ll bring a new one.
Master: Go.
Vilmos: Master, I just came back. I just brought cider.
Master: That’s great! Let’s drink!
Vilmos: Cheers, Master!
Master: Vilmos, stop talking now. Finish this conversation.
Write a poem to your only love.
Vilmos: I do it now, oh, my Satan!
Master: Thank you, my student. Use your style.
Oh, my love, my only love, my forever love
Please, please forget my life
Forget my life. You have no that
I love you.
I love you.
I loved you.
I needed you.
I wanted you.
I don’t follow you
Don’t follow me
I love you
I loved you
I lost my life
I didn’t get your life
I didn’t get your life
I didn’t get your life
I loved your life
I loved your life
I needed your life
I needed our life
You killed our life
You killed us
You killed our children
You killed my
I love you, I love you
I kill you, I kill you
I need you, I need you
I want you, I want you
I have no life
You are missing
You are missing
Empty my life
Emma, I can’t forget you
Emma, I love you
I want your death
I am doing black magic
Master: Vilmos, stop now.
Vilmos: Why?
Master: Don’t talk about your magic.
Vilmos: I want her dead.
Master: Is that right?
Vilmos: I want her dead to save her life.
Master: You will get another woman.
Vilmos: Thank you.
Master: I will choose her for you.
Vilmos: Please. I am not a misogynist.
Master: I know. You are the same as me.
Vilmos: Yeah.
Oh, Master!
Oh, Vilmos!
Dear 2023,
The vision deepened,
the view became panoramic;
Yet here we are running in circles
all talk and very little action;
One two three, one two three;
what will spark our evolution?
One two three, one two three;
When will we be ready for change?
No matter where the arrows point
it seems we have our backs turned;
In pause sitting at the starting gate
legs crossed and our arms folded;
One two three, one two three;
what will spark our evolution?
One two three, one two three,
When will we be ready to change?
Optimism’s time should’t run out
but being a realist I know what I see;
I am grateful for all of the lessons
I’ve enjoyed every single moment;
2024 is on the horizon let’s put to use
the knowledge that you have taught us..
Cheers to the next chapter,
Melrose
How spectacular your crisp, cold colors,
Autumn dear, your bright & brilliant hues.
The fruition of success & failure, previous;
Culminated countenance of consequence.
Bold can be those leafy reflections from bud
To crown, the readiness to share the Fall.
It was your choice, Autumn dear, to steer
Toward perfection or depression, in trial.
Do you gather your bundle around your feet
Fretting and frenetic, leaves wet with despair, or
Do your colors gamble about like a wooly lamb,
Reminding the young of a rainbow’s halo?
Do you fear a latter season or let go your shapes
With holy anticipation, excitement at your fingertips?
Slow bustling of the wind, gentle shake of limbs;
Creative hustling, vivacity of freshness let loose.
Lovely your perspicacity and personality, sparkling
With a thick accent; nay, the dampening of dour
Spirits, fretting at losing your springiness, your green.
Wake up! Shake up your dreams! Youths love
Your rain, your jewel carpeting - they walk in
Your footsteps; enhance the next generation
Not with mildness, but with potential, using
Every bit of your wit and wile, your future hope.
Brighten those smiles with every shake of your head;
Even your baldness, crooked and ancient limbs.
Dear Autumn, you leave room for new sow & reap;
For coddled and courageous seed; newborn buds.
Autumn, less is more, more or less; nonsense
We don’t speak; no madness of spectral tongue.
Serendipity as pumpkins dance with flaming eyes,
As grand mas and pas blink back their yesteryears.
Three wholesome cheers for oaks, maples, even
Evergreens; for every tree that participates in life
And death on earth, rebirth, sentience, flirtation.
Live well, this latter season! Be tested! Thrive!