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Our Shame,
"PRESIDENT" & "LEADERS"
Full grown men,
old,
devoid of vision,
Lacking in wisdom,
wicked weaklings
protected by paltry paid gun men
great grandfathers,
unwilling to train Younger Leaders.
Untrained themselves in morals & reputation,
Liars,
Tired & fickle in frame,
feeble. opaque, lacking imagination,
These exalted clowns,
drawn from rickety defeated military,
All but a weak one from the creek.
Gangsters,
Elevated as Presidents,
or Governors and Leaders,
We are Trapped,
fooled by cynosure of degenerate,
immoral men, destinies robbers,
watching the drowning of a once rich Giant.
confined felon,
demented through age
rogues as Presidents, Senators, Governors,
Protected by corrupt Police
and a demystified compromised Army,
Oppressive DSS, Abusive servants of the masses,
robbing the future of unborn kids,
denying all in the midst of Plenty,
shaming us all.
We have no Leaders Yet.
None since 1960.
Profligate band of men,
overtaken by fraud & moral turpitude,
A merry-go-round by failures,
sixty Plus years after Muzungu,
Illiterates still in charge of our destinies,
Despised in Ghana
scorned in Zambia
Overtaken by Ethiopians
locked out by Botswana
Denied by Rwanda
disgraced in Libya
Mocked in South Africa
Bared in sane countries
where corruption is an indelible blot,
incarcerating the guilty away from sane men.
These crooked Old recycled Failures,
Destroyed, ruined and damaged destroying still.
unwilling to retire in their dishonour,
Killing, abusing and incarcerating Young men who dares tyranny.
A former Giant,
Now a Crawling Giant of Africa,
Beggarly borrowing amidst plenty.
Over two hundred million divided mass,
waiting for “godot” .
procrastinating liberty for fear and docility
A country of Countries Ruined by Military men
masquerading as democrats through tyranny
A Cancer in Africa.
A hundred years have come and gone
to what wonder and tragedies
have you belonged?
My father:
Born in the aftermath of a world at war
danced to the flappings of the twenties roar,
a time when poverty and wealth wore torn in two
when the future feared depression's loom;
just a young man filled with wide-eyed dreams in bloom
where would steps move
in the prophetic ravings?
the Dust Bowl blackened clouds with farmers braving
drowning anthems of a Star-Spangled banner still waving
and the solo flight of history
forever remains a mystery;
political isms rise in freedoms slow demise
while Hollywood reviews the movies
in truth and lies;
the end of an era welcomed in the shanty towns
as Europe recovers with a parade of suicidal clowns;
off to war drafting historic days of infamy
when bloody battles raged
as alliances filled the stage
and at last, a momentary peace was cast;
with love and hope returned again,
life was never quite the same;
distrust, cold war gloom
threatened the next generations bloom
a hated war embraced love freely,
killed in a plaza at Dealy
perhaps too easily, we gave it all away
as nuclear power paved the new day;
the power mongers rose,
wealthy and the greedy exposed
life continued for the bold,
growing rebellious children in the fold
with yet a newer fear to mold,
wars and change in the aftermath
for everyone who has lost their path;
equality returned to the open stage,
the promise of an enlightened age
but time is never stationary
and no one man is a visionary
with walls torn down and freedom's cries
history burns with false truths and lies;
drugs and saturated imaged shadows quickly return
to clouded hazy minds burned
in foggy dreams to be unlearned
and fallen heroes disappear and die
close the century with disappointment
and no magic panacea provided ointment
now at the turn of time
in the final last hurrah
a battle rages yet no one with power speaks
of the lesson taught,
history must once again,
repeat.
Seen it all
my dear father
the foolishness, the truth, and lie,
in which mankind lives and dies
the messages by which the common man exists
is only the futures that we all resist.
A musing recollection on my father's 100 birthday. 8/19/19
Knit kindred know
Bestow blind blow
Glimpse gracious glow
Do deft dance dear
Steer sightly seer
Bloom bears buzz beer
Hot hype hurl here
Glance groovy gear
Free fuzzy fear
Cuppa coffee
Taste tranquil tea
Just joy juicy
Books bearing boast
Reaper's realms roast
Charm crystal coast
Wealthy words wind
Give gripe good grind
Free feelings find
Be brilliant bore
Carve clever core
Peel plunders pore
Store spiral spore
Blind blond blurbs bore
Grip glitching gore
Line lives long line
Feel foam flood fine
Dig deeper dine
Halt hunting haste
Wait weaves weird waste
Plot plunders paste
Crazy creep clowns
Fresh frozen frowns
Traverse toon town
Travel takes time
Real rivers rhyme
Chase cunning chimes
Leon Enriquez
24 Apr 2014
Singapore
Chester CatMaster, a nature wizard,
cast a few spells upon some lazy lizards;
chanting “Meow-chi-nik-de-nook-do-kangi”,
he turned them into various fungi.
There were Buttons and ake,
Puffballs, Polypores and maitake;
Hedgehog, Earpiks and Penny Buns,
Old Chester was having so much fun.
Chester had given them legs of their own,
around and around him, they all did roam.
He held onto their roots like little leashes,
this sight left me quite shockingly speechless.
There he stood with the fungi all dancing around,
I believe he considered them to be little clowns.
Then he did something that had me surprised,
he planted them into the ground and fertilized.
Turned their legs into roots that held them in place,
I looked and he had a huge smile on his face.
He said he was planting a yard full of trees,
the fungi helped them to communicate with ease.
Warding off dangerous insects is vital;
fungi are helping trees do it in cycles.
Chester CatMaster is simply the best;
his Fungi will always outdo the rest.
Oats,carrots and apples too
A new nail for my shoe
Washed and brushed on all my siding
A saddle for daily riding
Pretty braids and "pony" tails
Galloping on scenic trails
Stables with a straw like bed
Conversing with Mr. Ed
Doing tricks and having fun
Bringing joy to everyone
Cowboys, clowns and rodeos
I entertain in lots of shows
Neighing to get your attention
When I need love and affection
Warm and sunny --- snow and rain
Nothing can keep me contained
I like to be free and roam
Far away or near my home
I come in all shapes and sizes
Each one bringing new surprises
To my owners every day
With my silliness and ways
Big or small --- spots or colored
I'm a breed that's like no other
Beautiful and full of action
Bringing so much satisfaction
Whenever I am seen by those
Who like to get really close
Giving me pats of delight
I am a wonderous sight
Sorceress Polgara ascended above all warriors;
Fought wars against mighty kings and came out victorious...!
Remus Lupin, into a werewolf magically turned;
As great professor, taught thrillingly and his living earned...!
Count Dracula transformed all great and small into vampires;
Threatening and killing others, he founded his empires...!
Mystique, fictionally filled whole American comics;
With her strength, speed, stamina and super economics...!
Mei Lee and Ming Lee and the evil queen of Turning Red;
With wisdom and wit, turned celluloid, bed of joy and dread...!
All these shape-shifters, like clowns, do not merely entertain,
They're ideals! They give ideas to every young brain...!
26 May 2022
Shapeshifters and Shapeshifting Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Brief interlude
A dreamy passage;
Familiar faces
~~~~~~~~~
An old friend calls
From crowded room;
Smiles bridge gap
~~~~~~~~~
Mall crowd mingle
Browse through exhibits;
Branded watches
~~~~~~~~~
Poster art works
Modern mixed media;
Stuff and nonsense
~~~~~~~~~
Little boy lost
Parents in panic;
Mall PA blast
~~~~~~~~~
Sudden downpour
Shelter seekers dash;
Motley bus-stop
~~~~~~~~~
Fancy flings funny
Clowns on sidewalk;
Downtown escapade
~~~~~~~~~
Coffee cafe queue
Caffeine fix here;
Brown liquid buffet
~~~~~~~~~
Poise of voice
Shrill staccato;
Fat lady moans
~~~~~~~~~
Swinging playground
People soaking in;
Respite from stress
~~~~~~~~~
Bougainvilleas bloom
Sultry weather heats;
Humid accolades
~~~~~~~~~
Joy wears fond smiles
Glee runs madly;
Children congregate
~~~~~~~~~
Parents chit-chat
The usual stuff;
Complaints crowding
~~~~~~~~~
Not much time
Not much space;
Not much anything!
~~~~~~~~~
My old car
Long-time friend;
Symbiotic times
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
07 June 2016
Singapore
I saw you.
It wasn’t like the first time I saw you
or maybe, it was?
Nothing much happened (the earth didn’t move).
You appeared no more or less,
than the lump of clay you are;
before you turned on the charm;
or I did?
Before you became the irresistible object,
and I the immoveable force,
before the dance began.
I saw you.
It wasn’t like the last time I saw you
Or maybe, it was?
Nothing much happened,
The mountainous bulk of you had been climbed,
and one too many times.
The charm was spent
you were now the immoveable force
and I no longer the irresistible object.
The hats had changed.
The clowns’ faces were rearranged.
Being no longer immoveable,
having made way,
given to you my all;
no longer was I the Holy Grail,
worthy of your desire;
Nor were you, my Everest,
worthy of drinking from my cup.
I saw you.
It was the last time I saw you
Or maybe, it wasn’t?
Happy birthday Kris
For the Good Times that I’ve known
The hungry years were lean to me
Yet you made me feel at home
Searching in the darkness
For the truth to set me free
Lost somewhere in forever
Your spirit, still guides me
Happy Birthday Kris
For my Cleanest Dirty Shirt
I still seen a shining Rainbow
Through a world of pain and hurt
Seen too many Darkened Corners
Of dark and Dusky taverns
Drowned far too many sorrows
In deep and lonely caverns
Happy birthday Kris
For it’s only time can tell
Good intentions seldom matter
As we paved a way to Hell
The Silver Tongued devil loses
When that veil of darkness parts
And we grasp those Golden Chances
When we look inside our hearts
Happy Birthday Kris
That shining Texas light
Holds hope in the hearts of the weary
Clenched fists in the toughest fight
Though you don’t even know me
I’ve lived in the shadow of you
In awe of the love and the Wonder
And the selfless things you do
Happy Birthday Kris
What’s done must be undone
A Heaven gone to Hell
In a World Under the Gun
Billy Dee and me were buddies
In the worse sense of the word
But it’s hard to Beat the Devil
No matter what you’ve heard
Happy Birthday Kris
Your songs ring strong and true
This tribute isn’t worthy
But it’s meant from me to you
Though close, I’m not yet perfect
Though I cry, the tears of clowns
The going up has always been
Well Worth the Coming down
She descended from a far away land
I was from the backwoods
She was my life and death
I was her lover boy
They taught me simple things
Beware of seductive pretty strangers
How to drive a car very fast and true
How to meander as a tourist in blue
To drop a note inside empty walls
To see my reflection in windows tall
To pick up this and that from here and there
Cross a border or two, if I dare
She moved into my dreams
They knew I was compromised
I knew not a thing at all
So I played the spy and the clown
East German prisons and needles
Russian doctors and dreams
Tomorrow sometimes never comes
Lucky me to be so old and dumb
In the basement of a side street
A Paris jazz saloon
I sat alone
As it dawned capon me
I have no one, I am the clown
The spy that never was
Photographs dancing in my mind
Lovers dancing arm in arm along the Rhine
Helsinki rendezvous
Swedish diplomatic moves
Vodka for both, a drunk white rose
The Russian red room was to be my tomb
I lost my lover
Pistol whipped and left for dead
Never be the spy and the clown
My only desire to touch the sea of Oland
Hope the hell I drown
Rainy days and clowns
Those days of cat and mouse
Left me alone in the old spies house
Hanging around
Saved the world
Lost my love
Time for me to cut my throat
Spies end up playing solitaire
Clowns end up alone
Fools drown inside vodka dreams
Lena still lives in my heart, weeping