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The ABCs of My Poetry Soup Friend, Who Is:
Alluring and fascinating; by her beliefs I am charmed.
Beautiful with good intentions not always understood.
Cheerfully able to endure hurts: rejection, criticism, and diss-ing.
Daring, opinionated, and bold, she is willing to stand strong on her beliefs.
Excellent when it comes to the desire to constantly improve and learn.
Friendship with her has enriched my life and my understanding.
Gratefully, I am blessed because as friends, we reciprocate kindnesses.
Hot to trot? I don’t think so! She is caring and selective in matters of love.
Intelligent, endowed with many talents and intellectual assets.
Just about anytime I need a listening ear, her understanding is near.
Knowledgeable about: nutrition, Eastern healing, poetry, and much more.
Lovely to talk to on the phone…I love her cutie-pie voice.
Memorable is she because she knows how to bring a BIG SMILE to my heart.
Noble and good in the ways of truth, love, and light.
Open-minded as she listens to another soul’s views; she cares.
Passionately shares her ideas and beliefs.
Quiet when it’s time to ponder and meditate.
Resourceful and ingenious, she is a successful businesswoman.
Sweetness inside loves her family, and friends.
Terrific, she inspires me to want to loose weight…and encourages.
Understanding in matters of everlasting consequence.
Vibrant and motivating, she teaches good health.
Wise beyond her years; some times were filled with tears –
Xperienced in marshal arts, yoga, Eastern culture, and life.
Youthful at heart and capable of having lots of fun!
Zealous, zany, warm and fuzzy…my poet friend is Deborah Guzzy.
My wife and I were born only a few months apart,
I was older than her...so you know from whence I start.
When I was turning 50 she gave me some grief,
I didn't feel old, yet she teased me with this belief.
"I'll be living with an old man now", she would say,
In her little "cutie pie", "cut-up" way.
I knew I would have to do something to get back at her,
When she turned 50...was the time I waited for.
Those few months of her teasing me I never forgot,
Biding my time for revenge...or so I thought.
The big day came and I had the chance,
To avenge the barbs on which she'd made me dance.
We celebrated her 50th with some friends,
And got to talking about our ages, as those times tend.
I thought I'd be clever and cast out this net...
"I've never had sex with anyone over 50, as yet".
Our stunned little group fell silent and looked at me scantilly,
Thinking of how rude a comment to say...that was for me.
My wife, of course, knew the target to which I'd let my arrow fly,
Broke the silence of the moment, and made this reply...
"Well, I don't know how anyone else here might feel,
But I have had sex with one here older than 50, and it's NO BIG DEAL".
I had no rebuttal then and have had none until this time,
When I could put my perspective of all this into a rhyme.
It's been a brutal 17 years since that night,
When we sparred those few words in our "Age 50" fight.
But from that one chance banter I have learned one thing not to pick,
DON'T CROSS WORDS WITH HER...BECAUSE SHE'S JUST TOO QUICK!!
Soothing, lissome; render the facsimile of its
Heart; Such a spright with adore imbued.
‘Er pelt’s so sleek; as petite fry’s
In its nurse’s, gentle and suckling:
The only Cutie-pie on my heart.
Realism in its mettle glints joie de vivre,
As doeth molten chaste gold in the forge; a
Knoll of whose acme other inamoratas feign. Such
An Alkebulan nymph of finest of lustre imagined:
The one and only on the heart.
Nymph of great splendor so priced,
Guarantees anew that adoring even more I stay;
Or peril I at rivals shameful losses, awaiting
My heart’s intensely pricked – broken:
As if it weren’t the only Cutie-pie on my heart.
Beauty as embossed on it and in
Every milieu envisioned, of itself no ill utters;
Making it the solo etch on this conquered heart,
And of those who in split or full, fray pro-reign
Over the one and only on the heart.
Hells all abhorrence merited, it deters!
Anti-doting each time desolation's endured,
Thus, it insures my glee agst perils viable;
Agst rivals in places – a reassuring haven:
The only Cutie-pie on my heart.
In its blissful eye’s such an unfaked
Love that soothes like no cool draft does;
Optically reassuring in such ways it’s my
Venus, the finest of icons in the realms of adore:
The one and only on the heart.
Every songbird that hums its tune,
Yens for the arpeggio worthy the hymn for
One sylph in a million – for its admirers reverie;
‘Until fatality do us part’, in their self-deceited yen
For the only Cutie-pie on my heart.
He was wearing a T-shirt and blue jeans
She was watching him with a real enthusiasm
He was listening to a morbid song, a moment of past
She was undecided if she should hug him softly, one more time
It was painful to watch her dear father so distant and unmindful
She was ready to hold him with all her warmth, her nonstop chattering
To her surprise, he then looks her in her eyes and said,“my little girl,listen to me“
“Close your eyes and imagine a moment with me, the happiest moment.”
She closed her eyes, and silence everywhere as if there was no more need of talking or asking questions
After a while, she heard the polite familiar voice, “Got it? Would you like to share it with me, cutie pie?”
She was hesitant, cleared her throat, and asked, “Should I tell you my precious moment, Baba?”
“Indeed,” he replied.
“When I am with you, I feel like I am traveling fast through clouds.
Beautiful, marvelous clouds!”
She opened her eyes
They were traveling through the impeccable clouds!
Only he was distant and far away,
The sadness of time let the little girl withered away.
She closed her eyes again
And blindfolded dreams were rushing to her
To find another brief moment eventually.
“Could you open up the eyes, please?” A voice whispered
She was too afraid to do so. She was distant and absent-minded
She was listening to a morbid song, a moment of past.
And coincidentally, he was wearing a T-shirt and blue jeans.
She throws her head back
And let's out from her small mouth
A huge, loud, boisterous, horrific,
But beautiful, rip-roaring, ear-splitting sneeze.
I think to myself
Where can such a petite, quiet, demure, classy lady
Get the energy to snort like a jet breaking the sound barrier?
Where does all her energy come from?
Yet doing the dishes exhausts her????
Once her sneeze drowned out a trash truck going by.
When I see her cherubic face scrunch and her nose redden
Like Rudolph’s of Santa fame, I know it’s coming.
Then the deafening sound
Followed by spray that covers the room like mist
(that was before the Corona virus showed its ugly face)
She looks at me defiantly,
“Did ‘ja like that one?” she jokes.
“That was magnificent, Gorgeous,” I say,
“But first, let me wipe the blood from my ears.”
Don't get me wrong, she is the world to me.
My personal angel from heaven.
When I asked God,”When can I have a mate, Lord?”
He left and in a flash returned,
"There she is.”
What I saw was a magnificent sight.
She stood in all her glory, in her birthday suit, eyes wide open,
I said, "You are indeed a benevolent God."
He said, “She’s yours. Now go way and don’t bother me.”
And disappeared.
I wanted her and I got her, she’s my cutie pie
and I love her with all the love that's in me
She’s my soul mate beyond eternity, beyond whatever comes next,
Including her horrific, ear busting sneezes.
(A random sampling of haiku fragments
used as greetings for happy occasions and
tokens for family and friends this year for
Facebook posts.)
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Journey well,
Wise wit moves;
Love shapes reach
~~~~~~~~~
Join in sure peace
Love wears fond light;
Grace ushers bliss
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Earthling and human
Love sets me free;
Peace be with you
~~~~~~~~~
Wit works best
Fun and zest;
Pun with jazz
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Violet surprise
Touch of beauty;
Nature flings zest
~~~~~~~~~
Heart knows joy
Peace of mind blooms;
Love overflows
~~~~~~~~~
Joy comes home
A profound touch;
Love says much
~~~~~~~~~
A happy day
You’re older now;
Live with good cheer
~~~~~~~~~
Hey cutie pie
Curious eyes;
Lovely looks
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A fond touch
Joy comes around;
Season change
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Love wears a face
So full of grace;
Joy fills fond space
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Wind in my face
Nature speaks well;
Fond touch of grace
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A certain feel
Touch of warm zest;
Love styles fond poise
~~~~~~~~~
Joy wears a face
A happy smile;
A heart of gold
~~~~~~~~~
Faith knows the way
Hope works and prays;
Love takes you home
~~~~~~~~~
A lovely child
Joy wears a face;
Wonder lives here
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Joy styles well
Baby buzz here;
Love wears a face
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Leon Enriquez
27 December 2017
Singapore
Where was I in all this?
Is it that I am with your existence?
Like a refined form you
Live to be strong.
Is that I did not call?
Aspiration was not known.
Munificence is your life lived normally.
Lithe as a feather
Oracle
Ruminate
Effervescent
Noetic
Zealous
Omnipotent boy
Joyous was your creator.
Overwhelmed,
Higher grounds you are to conquer.
Noesis,
Spectacular are the stars
Over yonder in the East in the clouds.
Never ending is your belief in the Almighty God.
Cutie Pie, don’t you die.
Live your life now.
I want to see your life span.
Spread your wings to become a man.
Amazing is where you are.
Mountains you have climb.
Eager to grow
Realizing that you have won.
Rich is your soul.
Intelligence that is given by the Lord.
Crazy you may just perceive the world.
Keep your eyes on the sparrow.
Solidified by faith
Informs acumen.
Family is altogether
Obstinate to reason.
Remove that what is different to unite.
Willing to withstand to not be denied.
Homefront and your people is how you segment.
Is it not you that want splendor?
To be the leader of your ambition,
Eager to growth.
Just is the fulfilled soul.
Rejoice when you know that all things are possible.
Cutie Pie, don’t you die.
Live your life now.
I want to see your life span.
Spread your wings to become a man.
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Penned February 23, 2015!
Day after day, I was sad and depressed.
All I thought about was Marie and her short dress;
Long flowing hair and beautiful smile:
I'm afraid I won't see her again for a while.
Night after night, I hadn't slept at all
While staring at the four corners of my wall.
Towards the end of June 2023,
I've been sweating like crazy from the haze and humidity.
I usually don't wake up at the crack of dawn,
Although it was seven on a Saturday morn.
I had to bring out of this misery spell:
It was time for this turtle to come out of his shell.
After I showered and made something to eat,
I prepared myself for the blistering heat.
4 hours later, I left my home,
But couldn't shake the fact that I was alone.
I went to a restaurant on Marcus Garvey
And watched "Family Feud" starring Steve Harvey.
I ordered a chicken sandwich with no cheese or bacon:
"Excuse me, monsieur. Is this seat taken?"
A female voice said to me.
It was none other than my summer love, Marie!
She flew all the way from France! What a surprise!
I gave her a hug with tears in my eyes.
I said, "Marie, I'm so glad you're here.
Would you like to join me for lunch and a root beer?"
"Oui, cutie pie," she said with a wink.
So I ordered more food and an extra drink.
I felt like bursting into a dance and song
Now that my loneliness is finally gone.
Marie from Paris is the one I'll treasure:
I love you, honey, always and forever.
The end
There’s not one Halloween I count as dear
although I loved those childhood times. If I
think back to long ago and then go by
the feelings they evoked in me, then it is clear. . .
One “Hallowed Eve” is an example of
my yearning for those boys I fantasized
about and all the ways that I devised
to meet them! How I suffered angst for puppy love!
His name was Ricky Adams. Like some dope,
I’d stare at him in class and wish he’d see
that he and I were simply meant to be.
Then came my chance one day. A best friend gave me hope!
This best friend, Sheila, knew about my crush
on Ricky. To the same church they both went.
She asked me to a Halloween event
her church would hold. To think of it, I felt a rush. . .
For surely Ricky would be there. I dressed
in something pretty. Oh, this had to be
the night that cutie pie would notice me
at last. This had to be the night that I’d be blessed!
I had great fun with each and every game,
a haunted house, great chili that we ate.
I wondered how much longer I must wait.
But then my hope dissolved when Ricky never came.
Alas, so many times it came to this:
My dreams of love would sadly come to naught,
but I’d keep on, and so my youth was fraught
with dreams dashed, like my hoped for Hallowed Eve of bliss.
For Paula Swanson's "Halloween of Years Past" Contest
Sleepless Valentine
I took the pinkie blue cuddlesome bear
And by its blood scarlet bow
Noose tied hung it
Too soft
With its felted heart
And false cute sentiment
And with eyes burning hot
I tore it down
Fluffy bear
Thrown to the ground
Where
The petal shard-ed reds of rose
Lay dashed
On broken stems
Thrashed to the corner
The puffy pleading little arms
And big round mollusc eyes
And cutie pie smile
So in bare feet
I could trample flowers
In a Disney valentine
Till I lay on my bed
Groaning, shudders and weeping
And all the words I wrote
Of love
Couldn’t stop the pleading
Of my heart
Not to feel these empty arms
Riled against my pillow I did
And scratched and tore
At cold cotton sheets
While images of you
Lay my souls ever itch in my head
While my blood screamed
With dead Rosetta Rosaceae
And this nights sleepless toss and turn
Has not begun
Has not lifted an eye lid
And stolen my dreams
No
The long dawn has not even begun
To bleed its way through solitary hours
And find me capitulated
In the teddy bear whispers
Of the night still ahead
I must steal myself instead
And continue to hanker after the witches red
Of ringlet hair
And bend my will
To sullen acceptance
No
Not together
No
Not yet