Long Couch potato Poems
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Talented in closing every door
and drawer left open by my spouse.
Those beastly eyes from childhood;
doors and drawers under the bed, too.
Talented in tripping and spilling,
splashing and controlling (only
the remote control - what wife doesn’t
like to watch her favorite show?)
Talented at staying indoors with piles
of books on either side of this couch potato.
Nah…I’m not that bad; but I am that good ;)
I get outdoors when I know I should.
Talented at rolling eyes - well, that is a dated
talent, I’ve disguised as a wizened smile,
a wink, a walk-away, a sigh, a blink.
I don’t oft need eyes in the back of my head either,
as I’ve used up most of my early childhood skills.
Now I look to see if I’ve encouraged the talents
for the ongoing generations - let’s see:
Lecturing, check; swift kick in the butt, check.
Will I be talented in old age, like using a cane
to trip those whippersnappers or racing
a wheelchair in traffic. How about removing
my teeth when I put my foot in my mouth?
Talented, am I? Am I as talented as Jack?
He’ll be the judge of that. Support me Jack
from the onslaught of attacks, jumping jacks,
or other nonsensical topsy-turvy lumberjacks.
5/5/2023
Wild, windy dance
Unnoticed beauty;
Wayside flowers
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Playground party
Small people mingle;
Innocence sparkles
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Drama hurls
Another TV serial;
Couch potato sightings
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Frozen crowd
Fixated attention span;
Molesting handphones
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Coffee break excuse
Chit-chat spicy;
Latest gossip
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SMS message:
Another sales offer;
Desperate times
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Vintage miniatures
Curious collection
Exclusive secret
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Sun beams
Dazzle bright;
Midnight sun
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Worn-out pages
Old leaves rustle;
An ancient book
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Falling leaves
Message to the earth;
Reunion kiss
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Love transcends
Death restores;
Life goes home
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Squirrel on the ground
Running zigzag;
Cautiously curious
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Pink poodle
Fashionable attire;
Looks like her mistress!
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Doggy dance
Poise follows voice;
Proud master
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Joy jumps
Old man smiles;
Surprise steers
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Leon Enriquez
22 May 2016
Singapore
Spring cleaning
Here in good time;
Cold rain outside
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Change redecorates
New whim and fancy;
December comes
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Daydreams curl
Settee slumber;
Airy posture
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Words ooze
Nothing odd;
Blank gaze hollow
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Distant echoes
Cat day dreaming;
Walkway bench
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Page leaves
Ink stains dry;
Verse scripts curl
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Family meal
Loving hands set;
Soul food spread
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Headache pains
Pin pricks poke;
Throbbing hits
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Promises bloom
Orange orchard spree;
Harvest awaits
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Window view
Monsoon rains pour;
Wet and wild
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Musical box
Old time melody;
Pirouette dancer
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Rhymes echo
Reason spells;
Resolve cast
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Day ends here
Abrupt hollow;
Scented plumeria
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Diary words glimpse
Agenda in brief;
Living legacy
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Sitcom sightseeing
Action hero bravado;
Couch potato fest
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Spinal backache pain
Injured nerves;
Excruciating slack
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Leon Enriquez
05 December 2016
Singapore
There once was a boy named Brad
Loved to wear a bowtie made of plaid
He looked like a nerd the way he was clad
But he barely knew how to add
Get some sun kept repeating his dad
Couch potato is a real bad fad
There are things to do a whole myriad
Soon when school’s out you’ll be a grad
Time to plan your life, my lad
Gear up to be happy not sad
Sharpen your skills to be had
The last thing you want is a life that’s bad
Motivated, in the paper Brad found an ad
For participants in the Olympiad
He lined up and was glad
'Cause he won a trip to Trinidad
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Obituary pages
Check on old friends;
Another bites the dust
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Too bad
So sad;
Too late
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Book of poems
Cryptic TS Eliot;
Madness stirs blur
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Bamboo garden
May shadows play;
Butterfly lovers
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Odd venture
Quaint adventure;
Fuzzy gestures
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Hospital visit
Antiseptic fragrance;
Recovery sleeps
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Old man sits
Park bench conversations;
Talks to himself
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Old woman grumbles
Talks to an unseen friend;
Not quite alone
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TV mini-series
Couch potato addiction;
Reel-life feels good
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Words on rice paper
Not much today;
Haiku path trip
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Sorrow speaks
Joy listens;
Different views
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My dearest sighs
Detects dessert;
Stressed reversed
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Word outburst
Too much to follow;
Ignorance sleeps
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Word for word
Messy business;
Vacant strains
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Lots to do
Go to sleep;
Bedtime stories
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Leon Enriquez
11 May 2015
Singapore
The carpet's paid for; God Bless the TV,
it keeps us informed.
Cosy in our little room with the curtains drawn
one thing's for certain, we still have
our window on the world
Slowly we've slipped
into 'couch-potato-hood'
Rarely, we fight, over which shows are good
You hold the remote,"It's understood."
Flip, flip, you change channels, searching
for a show with some meaning to you, while
I with books piled high beside me, sit oblivious-
searching for meaning in poetry
I battle with inadeqate words against
the TV's droning tune
Some night I'll write one that
shoots holes in the moon.
I visited his grave, but the grave was gone!
What? I know spirits travel but this just seems wrong.
There's a big hole where the grave used to be.
I think someone is playing a big prank on me.
On second thought, this is just what he would do
to have a big laugh, all his spirit friends, too.
I rushed home to see if it was in the back yard,
under the pear tree he would loudly disregard.
It's not there, but between the roses, it might squeeze.
Or under the mulberry that he knows makes me sneeze.
Or inside the house, oh please not beside the couch!
or under a table, so I'll have to crouch!
I open the closet expecting to jump,
not there either, but I spy a big lump
sitting in his "couch potato" chair;
yep, that's where he'd put it, if anywhere.
Not there either, now I'm becoming confused.
Raced back to the grave and it's still not being used.
I checked the marker on the grave next to his.
Why he moved it, I can't fathom, but there it is!
(This poem needs some explaining, I understand.
The grave is where it was, nothing done underhand.
A new one will go in next to the one she misplaced.
This woman got confused. Could be she's a tad spaced.)
I am going to write a funny poem
Why? Because I feel like it
Why do you go the extra mile?
Great waistline my friend
C'mon
I love watching "Impractical Jokers"
Why? They are so outrageous and daring
Something I wouldn't do
Not lol
How would you like it if everything you say
makes people laugh?
I don't think you would enjoy it
Because you don't know if they laugh with you
Or at you
I am a couch potato
Is anyone like me?
I don't want to do nothing
I just want to sit on my recliner and chill
Until I get my fill
I just can't get over how funny God is
He makes some of us like dark meat
and some of us like white meat
I am talking about chicken, mind you
Just think how wasteful it would be if all of us like dark meat
Or white meat
This way nothing goes wasted
Why do you think I am attracted to you?
God my friend
He puts something in you that causes something in me pulled lol
Yeah He has a sense of humor
I can sit here all day and talk about how funny God is
Why do you think some birds think of dancing for their mates?
Do you think it can just think of it?
Or do you think God is behind it?
Yeah you too
You would dance for your mate if you have a chance
And make a fool out of yourself
You don't care
Because it's called love
Ohhh
I could swear they put something in my Coke
Why do you think I have to have a Coke each day
Yeah it's no good
It's addicting
I think it's the sugar
Or the caffeine
Whatever it is, it is pulling me
to McDonald's
Got to stay away from that place
I am becoming a kid all over again
We had a celebration at work
to celebrate "Black History"
I am telling you
I admire the achievements they have done
and know they may have more to come
Just think how many obstacles they have overcome
Can you do it?
Talk about resilience
Endurance, strength, and so much more
Don't let the stereotype blinds you
See my friend
You look better that way
Anyway I will leave you for now
But hang on to my words, will ya
You'll need it
Haha
Looking at the news,
Hearing of this Y2K ,
Everyone is concerned,
So scared,
So fearful,
That they will have no internet or cellphones.
I remember our cellphones,
They were C.B. radios In our cars.
The phones at home are called landlines.
The worst thing about that,
Was the cord not reaching.
Cable, there was no Cable only 3 channels.
There was no such thing as a couch potato.
Kids played outside until dark.
Families ate at the dinner table every nite.
No video games, no Nintendo.
Technology has made life easier,
But burdened the family dynamic.
Then the announcement there was no Y2K.
So now everyone can keep their,
Precious little toys.
I sit wondering is this really a good thing?
So back to video games, cell phones
And families ignoring each other and
The disappearance of family dinner's.
A thing of the past.
He stands tall, muscular and magnificent. He raced the first years of his life. Not knowing how to be a pet, just a commodity. He endured grueling training, humid hot Florida weather, injuries to his body and psyche. His life changed that day we rescued him and showed him love and affection and how to be a beloved pet, he even likes his cat siblings. He is often called the 45 MPH couch potato. He is one of the lucky ones. Greyhounds are a unique and special breed. The dog racing industry is slowly being banned.
a commodity
raised to make money, not pets ~
dying industry
8/16/2020
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