Long Childcare Poems
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Morning drizzle
Skyline looks teary;
Jogging feet struggle
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New penthouse suite
By midtown place;
Blessings of peace
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Time moves swiftly
Flying away;
Seize interlude
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Small talk empties
Chit-chat delays;
Time oozes fast
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Two black birds
Morning choral;
Balcony duet
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Tropical heatwave
Humid sticky sweat;
Air-con relief
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Mall sales boomerangs
Petty touting;
Urgent campaign
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Toy dog runs barking
Pink hair dye;
Same as lady master
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Childcare kids
Sing-song repetition;
Old nursery rhymes
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Fragments of writes
Verse lines on-the-fly;
Haiku mood swing
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Shopping lists
Foodstuff to buy;
Procure satisfaction
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Time beyond
Chance upon;
Space now on
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Mailbox full
Nobody's home;
Other matters call
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Leon Enriquez
10 July 2016
Singapore
Late evening flash
Moist breezy glimpse;
Abrupt rain
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Strange journey
Dreamy silhouettes;
Vivid backdrop
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Hazy skyline
Concrete toothpicks;
City skyscrapers
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By city fringe
Curious onlookers;
Random commotion
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New park bench
Metallic sparkle;
Cold stainless steel
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Childcare centre
Small people congregate;
Life at play
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By this park bench
Two lovers kiss;
Midnight tryst
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Jog and log
Fitness agenda;
Gym workout
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Last day here
September goodbyes;
Rain for tears
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Book bazaar
Sun-baked tomes;
Wisdom ageing
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Tea leaves wet
Hot brew swirls;
Aromatic interlude
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Old-time ambience
Espresso moment;
Cafe glimpses
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Rainbow sky
Promises kept;
Surreal feeling
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Leon Enriquez
04 October 2016
Singapore
When I was young we never had a naughty chair,
But we were invited to sit on a chair,
And we usually took up the option to sit on that chair,
Or should I say a chair ,
Because it was really the nearest chair.
If Dad or Mum were doing something that we could not participate in,
It would be a chair we would be planted in,
A chair we could think in,
Watch in,
And learn in.
My parents may have been far from perfect,
But their attitude to our personal safety was perfect,
Their understanding of the observing stage was also perfect,
All of which made us use tools to perfect,
Our abilities until they were almost perfect.
I never forgot about the chair that was not naughty,
As an Early Childcare teacher I found many a chair that was not naughty,
My own children sat on a chair that was not naughty,
Now we have a grandson, who we hope will not be too naughty,
To sit on a chair that is not naughty.
4 years of happiness
Not really bliss
But something between
I had friends
Church friends
School friends
I lead a youth group
People showed up
It was fun
Church coffee shop
Everybody loved us
Even the grumps
Childcare
I met young parents
I watched their kids
Hope and expectation
I was meeting my goals
I was living
Groups at the library
For young folk like me
Everybody was hopeful
It's no wonder so many
Remember so fondly
The years of positivity
When people had hope instead of expectations
Joy at the smaller accomplishments
And forgiveness for your failures
Form:
Discrete Haiku 1
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Slow morning stroll
Walking meditation;
Beneath heritage fig tree
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Miniature dog barks
Squeaky voice tiny;
Big dog curious
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November nap
Haze free moment;
Somnolent afternoon
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Joy unveils
Emotional senses;
Ambrosia peach
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Children gather
Two by two;
Childcare teacher guides
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Playground escapades
Childhood restored;
For a short while
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Savvy social media hype
Mountains from molehills;
Skewed opinions
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Human tragedy
Daily news highlights;
Hatred gathers moss
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Compassionate love
Tonic food;
Good for all
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Leon Enriquez
20 November 2015
Singapore
I am having one usual day, as it is, most of the days
I, a misfit, wandering around, since
the ultrasound and incubator, they are ever invasive
The world with the main theme, and the off topic, outlier
A peace, to find solace, within.
You are a tiara, a bracelet a pearl and a teardrop too
When I think about the unbridled, unbundled gone spirits, my lion cubs
They are busy in angling, somewhere, elsewhere.
They grew up too close to a Skokie Swift Childcare, they surely do.
They used to tap around the keyboards, busy and always chatterbox
They hardly open up about radiant ways, as they are always busy to pave the gaps.
On a rainy day, they will be sitting inside with their jersey whims for a newer day
And I will be, the ever undecisive, is it the sky blue or the deepest wave, a say or a may
I wish I could be sitting around you, just to see the pristine may
A butterfly stroke on a lonely morn, a red leaf, and a grasshopper day!
Dance of Graves
The dance of graves occurs more than we are prompted to imagine. We prefer to keep matters of death fit into that realm of Afterlife, where the divine mysteries are kept far beyond our daily lives, which are too full with concerns about budgets, health, and childcare.
we tend the grown vines
ripe with this day’s poems
holy calls to harvest
From the wedding vows to love devoutly unto death, our greater spirits adopt God’s greatest gift — Love, which our hearts compassionately open to each other. The passing years deepen the enfolding love, but being far outside perfection, we will inevitably hurt, will in turns lash out, scarring the shell of our spouse’s heart or thoughts.
deep in the cold earth
gold runs in cloaked gleaming veins
sought by yearning hearts
The graveyard has spaced its sloping, green mounds to embrace
our beloved dead, who humbly uttered their vows with hopes of forever feeling the touch, the closeness, and the eternal presence of that endeared mate. But, as lives survive and pass on, marriages, too, will last and end. Th one who remains may, perhaps, go on in a new marriage…So very well does Heaven hold the last cries of those beloveed who’ve passed on.
three mounds side by side
dance their love story
the grasps of loving passed on
Once upon a time there were two families,
In which the husbands were confronted with choices,
The consequences of which could be condemning their wives
To a lifetime of pill popping and labelling,
Although neither were told that in such stark terms.
Both wives freaked out with one of their babies,
Both husbands were asked if they wanted their wives to be hospitalised,
One said yes and one said no.
One wife is now a permanently depressed and not fit for much,
At home mostly by herself,
Relying on copious supplies of pills,
And visits from the other wife who is from the same ethnic group.
And she never stops ringing the wife not on pills all hours of the day.
Her husband has never come out of denial and ovoids his responsibility,
Their daughter now in her twenties had barely coped throughout,
And may or may not escape her Mothers fate.
For a start the Mother not on pills was paid by Barnardoes,
To help and support the child and Mother,
But that was only temporary,
And pretty soon the family was unsupported and the pill popping increased.
Now the other Husband made a different decision,
The family had three children,
All got a high education and have jobs or about to.
Admittedly the husbands were of a different nature,
The one who said no was an early childcare teacher,
Who could take up the slack,
Including taking two of the children to work with him for a year,
During the rough times.
I don't regret my decision,
Even though our marriage is far from perfect,
Especially as we see the consequences of a a different decision most weeks.
My wife is now studying
And has friends and not alone to overthink and reach for her pills.
But I do find it hard not to be angry with the other husband and his decision.
We used to be friends but now he is too proud to even talk to me,
You just can't help some people.
But never mind we can can spend $50 million on a children's playground,
Hundreds more on sports stadiums that most will never enter.
And next to nothing on reducing pill popping as a solution to all our problems.
" New World
Corvid heard, Health officials
Social distancing guidance issues
Corvid dismissal
Schools what
No longer taught
Everyone doesn't have internet
Work places still reject
Keep away 6 feet and yet
Restaurants and bars no smoking here
Can't sit next to me I don't drink beer
Childcare workers day cares can house under 10 children Parents train your child just to stop sneezing and breathing Wash them hands coughing in arm inside your elbow
Mass transit no thank you I'm going to walk
No more fist bumps no friends for lunch
6 feet distance 6 ft apart health of officials help us not
Just what is monies figurative materialistic allowances
For providing services and material things there's pains
And pangs in sufferings deaths throughout the lands
Sinners, Saints, Politicians, Medical, Religious leaders
of provided hope no long-suffering stepping aside Corvid New World Order"