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They try too hard
It's comical.
No one,
Absolutely no one,
Should ever,
And I mean, EVER
Sound so desperate
To help someone
They don't know
From a can of paint
Especially from afar,
About fixing
What isn't broken in the first place!
Use common sense;
Be mindful of all
The obvious tells.
Are you being sold a bridge
Too dilapidated to cross?
Is the joker at the other end
Lowering the boom
Of doom on you?
Listen carefully.
Are you being told
To act fast
Before it's too late?
That alone
Should be a clue to
Hang up the phone
With lightning speed -
Click!
Date written: 02/27/2023
In Jesus nails I doubt but
it doesn't make me less faithful
therefore
for a gram of material glory
I'm swapping
freshly delivered Virgin Mary's proclamations
just this morning
she confirmed to me
the time of broadcasting
even though she is pissed off
because of the leakage of one of her favorite messages
which says that for earning a seat in the first row next to the altar
you have to wear a proper hat
but
in christian spirit
she gave up of criminal prosecution
only thing she ever wanted is to give people God's word
and
she did it
to the threadbare knees and questions about working hours of the Lord
within TV schedule
the prime time was given
world became televised
one big cinema screen where
everyone is trying to plug in their own scenarios
yesterday God went on holidays
so
loosed from any common sense
public opinion was divided by two pieces of a modern thought
by one was spoken a shaved truth
how is possible to be promoted by having a child
from call girl to pillar of society
by second one was brought in question an honor of favorite croatian people's hole
F*** it
in accordance with a label of nation
which is highly ranked on global moral scales
our every national debate
regularly ends with polemics about
the crotch.
raise your two fingers one that
at least once in her life didn't lay down with a pig
If we kept feelings to ourselves
and avoided eyes not inventing lies,
none of this should have happened
and this secret would remain untold.
Here are two unhappy lovers clinging to false hope,
nothing we do, we'll change their rage so deep;
we have been caught in broad daylight;
do we feel remorse, anger, or even guilt...
do we go on pretending we'll be climbing a slope,
not realizing we'll roll down if we don't grope...
the ascension is smooth, the descent is steep!
We wanted to lead two separate lives,
seeing each other occasionally in strange places,
but losing our freedom is a hard blow;
we got to be very cautious and not show we know
one another, not getting caught by husband or wife:
we must forget we ever met in life!
Here are two unhappy lovers clinging to false hope,
faithfulness makes us slide down the strongest rope;
we try to hold on sliding down rough slopes:
this happens only to cheaters that have run out of lies!
None of this should have happened,
if we had been really careful and secretive,
not leaving messages with different names,
not making those ridiculous excuses
to get away; if we only had used common sense,
we wouldn't be scolded by pretense!
Did blind passion lead us to believe
in foolish play? Could this affair have been stopped?
Finally, the truth has come to light...
we are as shocked as they are planning
revenge, while we are feeling sadness and giving
into fear so disappointed for our failed plot;
we let urges run wild betraying their trust...
are we ready to admit how horrible is the cost?
Strange times
Percolate madness;
Cellphone fetish
~~~~~~~~~
Cellphone stalker
Curious episodes;
Checking, re-checking
~~~~~~~~~
Eyes glued
Colourful display;
New media savvy
~~~~~~~~~
Newfound loneliness
Mobile distractions;
Zero people skills
~~~~~~~~~
Empty moments meet
Stone cold template;
Tantrums escalate
~~~~~~~~~
Despite devices
More lonely people;
Broken touch points
~~~~~~~~~
Better devices
Lesser communication;
Info overload!
~~~~~~~~~
Virtually virtual
Pleasure principles;
Creative obstacles
~~~~~~~~~
Touch and feel and see
That virtual reality;
Common sense falters
~~~~~~~~~
Internet disease
Chatter meets splatter;
Informs confusion
~~~~~~~~~
Savvy emoticons
Emojis dazzle;
Lingo of feelings
~~~~~~~~~
Learning
To learn;
How to unlearn
~~~~~~~~~
New-found joy
Savvy strokes tell;
Latest digital device
~~~~~~~~~
Strange times
Telling tales;
Savvy distractions
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
04 November 2015
Singapore
Please persist
With poetry,
Though you stand accused
Of wasting precious time
On the silly art of rhyme.
You have a task,
You poets.
Of re-presenting life,
The essence to attain
Thus making real again.
You live for others,
Via poetry.
Watching with all senses,
Hearing with emotions
And feeling through expressions.
You forge a link,
Through poems.
With lilting turn of phrase
And silky sequinned word
You make your reason heard.
You sow a seed
With poems.
So whoever cares to read
The slender lingual links
Will grow as your heart thinks.
You share yourself
In poems.
Laying bare your inner life,
Engaging our humanity
And so voiding your inanity.
You shift our views
With poetry.
Evading common sense
And using verbal dancers
To question all our answers.
So don’t give up
On poetry.
You owe it to yourself
To probe your mind with artistry
And weave your oral tapestry.
(should Brexit be cancelled)
(this is the reality)
So I guess democracy invalid so too law,
common sense and justice for all,
politics too that leaves war,
but Remain want it how it was before,
now be the losers they were sore,
until hatred flows to the core
and roars hate will kill them all,
see that’s extreme but hatred isn’t,
injustice bubbles viciously...
and when no Brexit a reality,
Remain will remain the enemy,
Well done Remain create hate, in time crimes...
all you had to do was accept defeat,
but if targets for the rest of your life times
pleases you then you carry on sweet
The reality of Brexit being cancelled, is one Remain (like the result) can’t see, they think peace and prosper, deludes. Warnings
Me.
I think about myself most of the time,
My strengths and weaknesses; things
To support my moods, thoughts of crime.
Self indulgencies, hatred and sufferings.
The world which seems to offer dimes,
Cents but though not fully an intellectual
I do have an abundance of what you call
Common Sense and this I treasure more
Than all the tea in China, all the pastas in
Italy and all the noodles from Singapore.
Mind tick tocks with thoughtless motions,
Clocking up the seconds, minutes, hours
As time passes, watching the movements
Of humanity, it's weather vane of showers
And sunshine co existing. One wonders
Who the aliens are. Perhaps humanity is.
Perhaps I am. Perhaps you are. I ponder
These things frequently and perhaps it is
Why I am tired so often; my mind needs
Rest from the endless naggings of doubt
And interior brush strokes of colored sin.
Keeping my mouth closed for sake of kin
Spread through argument; riotous shout
Of disapproval, chagrin the food of malice
And deceit. Oh! how my dear heart bleeds
For solace and peace. Filthy dark chalice
With words filled to brim and overflowing
With gall and contempt, spilling into the
Crevices of my spirit and soul. My view of
The world is as you may well ascertain;
Jaundiced with detremental well being
Of self and humanity in general. However,
I shall always scale the Holy Mountain
Of forgiveness and repentance seeing
As I always seek the goodness in everyone
I meet and this attitude grants me a stay
Of execution regarding myself and others.
Mercy, mercy and thrice mercy. The Three
Amigos have their say and will always pray
Where there is hope there lies a new day.
Myself.
I agree with Me.
I.
I agree with Me also.
An Empty Box
My oldest daughter got her diamond ring.
Brother Bob’s daughters choose next
Each reaching into the box
choosing some memento.
Grandchildren next.
I looked away
Telling myself it’s part of the process.
I don’t remember most of those things.
She never wore much jewelry.
Ohio born. Mid Country common sense.
But the costume jewelry
So long in the dresser drawer
Perhaps will be a treasure
For her grandchildren.
The box is nearly empty.
Two things remain that nobody wanted.
A pair of pinking shears
And a tin filled with a thousand buttons.
I’ve had them ever since.
WHY I LOVE MY SON
It isn't what you've done in life
My reason for loving you
It is not because you are more handsome
Than any guy I ever knew
...
But it is all you have not done
That has made me a grateful mom
And were my heart's secrets on display
All would know why I love you son
You have never struck a woman
Though she shattered your heart
You've never broken vows you made
Never complained of your heart torn apart
You've never displayed disrespect for your Daddy
But have held him in high esteem
You've not journeyed through Hell on earth
Losing your ability to dream
You have not refused to believe life would get better
That one day sorrow would end
Never gave up hope that happiness
Would find you just around the next bend
You've not permitted laziness to overtake you
You've worked diligently all your life
You rarely allowed foolishness to make decisions
Instead you listened to common sense and avoided strife
You've never whipped or rejected your sons
Were not absent when they sought your advice
You were never a disappointment as a brother
But a gift, a joy, a delight to Shawn and
You remain one of his greatest treasures
From his life on earth to the world beyond
If you want to know the heart and soul of a real man
Look not on his time spent on the mountain top
Look instead on his journey through Hell on earth
And ponder on the wars he's won and fought
Joan Ellis June 2019
In the absurd theater of our world, where the curtain of reason has long been torn,
The puppeteers of madness move their marionettes with strings woven from illusions and empty promises.
The crowd, an ocean of hollow eyes and dormant minds, sways to the rhythm of a harsh melody,
Executing every command with terrifying precision, no matter how absurd or sinister it may be.
Progressives, dressed in garments woven from poisoned dreams and perverted ideals,
Wave their banners of madness in the darkened sky of a drifting society.
And the masses, oh, the poor masses, blinded by the false glitter of distorted ideas,
Hurl themselves with open arms into the abyss dug by their own tireless hands.
Instead of seeing the hideous masks hidden beneath thick layers of feigned virtue,
The crowd applauds frenetically at every act of this grotesque spectacle of "progress."
Every toxic idea is swallowed like an elixir of salvation, every insane command is a divine decree,
And the temple of reason crumbles under the blows dealt by those who should defend it.
On the altar of sacrifice, values are butchered with the precision of a mad surgeon,
And their blood flows in rivers of forgetfulness, feeding the monsters hidden in the shadows of "evolution."
Crimes against common sense are celebrated as victories of enlightenment,
While slowly but surely, the foundations of civilization crumble under the weight of their own madness.
And yet, no one seems to see the abyss opening beneath the feet of this demented society,
No one hears the silent scream of reason chained in the dungeons of "correctness."
Like hypnotized lemurs, we march in lockstep toward our own destruction,
Singing hymns of praise to those who lead us with wide smiles toward the precipice.
Oh, mad world, when will you wake from this self-imposed nightmare?
When will you break the chains of this blind obedience to the false prophets of progress?
Or perhaps it is too late, and we are doomed to dance this macabre dance until the end,
Until the last light of reason is extinguished in the long night of an era of collective madness.