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FROM THE VIRTUOUS WOMAN
TO THE WAYWARD:
Excuse me...I'm moving on,
And I don't need your opinion,
To cast away the trust I'm leaning on.
You have life and choices you living on,
And I don't think of deciding for you,
Since you can't decide for me too.
But I will only accept your suggestions,
By placing them on tactful digestions.
We've both been fairly young before,
When we were been held not to fall,
By people who acted as our tutelars.
But we're now of age living as thinkers.
You can freely go naked on the streets,
Get your self sexed up when you feel,
Because that's how you get to feed,
By going through this disgusting deal.
You exchange your integrity with cash,
And you warmly feel okay with that.
But that's your wish...and that's you.
So if I don't yearn to do as such,
Don't assume me to be a fool.
I will never allure someone's spouse,
Only to destroy the peace in his house.
Why should you sleep with someone's man,
With the intention to just have a child?
Yes,I know this is now your major aim,
Without you thinking of its ballgame,
For you to illicitly birth an inculpable nipper,
Into the world to live and suffer?
If you're not yet ticketed with wedlock,
Or you feel old age is causing a deadlock,
Is it the best option to just bastardize,
As a form of happiness to be satisfied?
I will ever dwell patiently with content,
No matter the pressure that I sense.
Inasmuch as I'm a woman of virtue,
Never do I loose my focus and value.
It's my life,my choice and I'm proud.
Thank you...I'm out!
February 29th, 2020
alternately titled: 207th leap year since 1582
the year Pope Gregory XIII world leader
(i.e. essentially paterfamilias among
Roman Catholic flock)
timely maneuvered around calendrical rock
and hard space implementing
viable system tracking years ad hoc
out of sync and lock
step by one day
with astronomical calendar,
slated more'n acceptable tick tock
off kilter around the year of 4818
after common era making mock
re: regarding mankind organizing and
witnessing global chockablock
Democratic celebratory anniversary party
millenniums after Republican dynastic deadlock
thoroughly walled imponderable gridlock
worse fate than quaffing hemlock
practically snuffing out lock, stock
and barrel constitutional birthrights
thirteen original American
founding fathers ghosts experiencing shock
how initial inalienable rights
activists sacrificing life and limb
united with linkedin armlock
said freedom fighters shackled
within crowded jail moldering cinderblock
cold upon hemorrhoid riddle buttock
diehard libertarians unified, pilloried, denounced
legion with repulsion as Shylock
purported, reputed, touted playwright
(William Shakespeare's sited anti semite
The Merchant Of Venice) doth mock
Judaism in vogue four hundred plus years ago,
smoldering think white supremacists i.e. skinheads
violently aiming to knock
non Caucasians upside the head
courtesy pistol whip,
and/or emptying gunstock
into human flesh disenfranchise scaring up
one after another racial and/or ethnic aftershock
aforementioned celebrated bard unwittingly
strictly opinion of me:silly poet -
despite hashtagged as laughingstock,
(plus vitriolic objection taken)
voiced by Shakespearean expert defenders,
yours truly reckons mine thought provoking
regarding storied, lauded, and feted Globe theater
literary King my interpretations not crock.
The buzzing bee, moves swiftly around the shaking trees, absorbing the tainted honey. Suspense is flowing in the air with a message that is loud and clear, and the sound of the cracking leaves is dancing with the unforgetful wind. Its wind, water, air and fire that is mixed up with the tempestuous sorrows and the growing sound of the music band is battling in the far away land.
The pounding sound of the boisterous cloud spreads its ash on grass land moving shattering windows of doubt in front of corridors of hope. I wasn’t sure if I was asleep or it was my imagination passing through the breeze but something awake to the thundering sound of a mountain owl in the distance; it shook the earth for five minutes and tens second.
It spilled ashes mixed with stone, dirt and thick lava filled with chatter and laughter. Everyone watched the amazing scene with curiosity and excitement, a work of art fashioned out of nature spewing out of the natural ground heading to where destiny is bound.
It carved out holes in the gigantic rocks forming an island that is deadlock. If you look long enough you will understand how the world was form, and you could scoop it up in the middle of your palm. Is it God or the creation, or is it the avalanche, the volcano or the titanic. If you look long enough you will see the truth in volcanic rocks.
This self contained island formed in front of me wraps its corners all around me, a beauty that no one can resist, and a passion that hardly anyone knew exist. It fills the deep, coral reefs at the bottom of the sea and colorful fish swimming around with glee. Big fish and small fish standing in line catapulting like a sea eagle in the sky as destiny floats by.
There are plenty of volcanic rocks to put your picnic basket on and motor boat to take me to and from the distant island. Oh what beauty is set out before us, oh what strength is taken from the sea and the danger that lies ahead has sunken underneath the sea bed, and sea is the gateway through the door as beauty rest solemnly on the seashore. Out of danger beauty is formed, and out of struggle a new career is born.
C'mon Gimme A Botox Smile!
'Pon bing asked by spouse, while she didst dock
and pooched herself abed
handily at nine o'clock
to see "handsome" pedigree dentastix
dog face of yours truly, me no Kid Rock
yea just a chip off the
ole likeness ice sculptured block,
a sharp pain inexplicably
shoots thru left shoulder blade
generating painful electric shock,
especially after said missus
threw smelly sock
afflicting this muttering chap, where deadlock
partial paralysis analogous to rigor mortis
holding frozen designated
bleep within his flesh bound paddock
(as pop sic hull), non dominant side
of mine body hard as bedrock
(spoiler alert, I write with right hand),
despite best college try, could not extricate...
hell no, this ain't no poppycock
yea, this longfellow felt bewitched by a warlock,
which affliction froze botox smile
engendering gladness to celebrate bajillion
years of blissful wedlock
believe that and I will another truth,
how this lame rhyme stir, he makes buttock
of himself, nonetheless an
oar regional non Jew bull ant debtor,
sans courtesy Shylock
still prone to bouts of flibbertigibbet
ranked as more than schlock,
(no doubt, ye beg to differ)
with mine chock
lot of badinage, basically self mock
curry verging on persiflage, he
freely types what occurs within raw bitstock
of ma noggin akin to babbling
stream of consciousness
initially intending to divulge aftershock
when wife coos this kook
spewing wry verbal
(barley comprehensible) feedstock
as she mimes deadly smooch
inflicting plastered smirk ad hoc
showing pearl white dentures
aiming to entertain, while listening awk
chilly (inspired to contrive
potschke and pastiche) rendered
(if still alive) by P.D.Q. Bach.
Is boundless the supreme law?
Are bounds the everlasting flaws?
Zero and infinity give notion of incompleteness.
Both exhibit the character of Limitlessness.
Both question the idea of closeness.
Who said zero means nothing?
Does infinity imply everything?
Why both question the idea of exactness?
Yes, they are consistent with nature.
Zero and infinity have selfpoised dignity,
Since long attracts both science and Spirituality.
Zero and infinity question the sequence of events.
Still are mysterious like hell and heaven.
Will the mysteries see a unlock?
Or will find a tragic deadlock,
Will they lose their glory?
Or else remain unsolved in Nature's diary.
Numb.... Lonely
Staring at the same gloomy rain
dripping down 2 different
window panes
over 300 miles away
Feeling alone & ashamed,
full of regret because of how
we hehaved
but not giving up
bc this Actual, Magical,
One of a kind love
is just too unfathomable
to not crave
its right there out of our reach,
our plans, wants & goals
so easy to speak
but walls of fear deadlock life's gears,
and we rolled backwards
without even realizing we were
so far gone,
my dear
we did this together
but you gotta honestly tell me
if climbing back up w. me by your side
is going to be too heavy
I can only love you if you let me
I need you just as much,
You're the only one that gets me
and accepts me,
and my damaged beyond repair, crazy drug addicted brain
we drive eachother insane
but it could be so much different
we can be happier than ever
its an uncontrollable animal instinct
I wish that whenever you got mad
you'd just shut up & kiss me
before the bullet filled words
rip through my heart
& every single one hits me
like im marked with a bulls eye
all we need is stability,
but the chaos continuously emerges instantly
Dreary skyline
Wet morning hurls;
Moisture mists cloud
~~~~~~~~~
Flooded roads
Too much rain;
Abrupt torrents
~~~~~~~~~
Umbrella parade
Floating parasols;
Dry agendas
~~~~~~~~~
Crowded walkways
Feet zigzag;
Wary wet outreach
~~~~~~~~~
Traffic deadlock
Accidental rain;
Careless collisions
~~~~~~~~~
Rainy day surrounds
Nowhere to hide;
Open shelter wet
~~~~~~~~~
Claim cheeky craze
Dreary deluxe;
Rainy interlude
~~~~~~~~~
Haiku moment:
Real life loiters,
Wet interlude
~~~~~~~~~
Beauty shows
Floral breeze scent;
Cherry blossoms
~~~~~~~~~
Short take
Jazzy music;
Radio hit parade
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
25 January 2017
Singapore
Written: August 09, 20230
Fifa Women's World Cup 2023 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Mark Toney
1st Place Contest Winner
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In the realm of soccer, where dreams bear flight,
A stage was set, shining under the beaming light.
The Women World Cup, with glory at stake,
Sweden against the U.S., hearts ready to quake.
Regulation played out, With a nil-nil score,
Both teams gave their all. Their spirits never wore.
The tension in the air—as the clock ticked away.
The crowd held their breaths, in anticipation that day.
Extra time was granted to break the deadlock.
True, a win was staked—each side stood headlock.
The strain grows as there are no goals to be found.
As the clock started to tick away the time abound.
The shootout with penalties—to pick the winner.
In the greatest nerve-racking way feasible spinner
The U.S. stepped up, with confidence and might,
But fate had a different design, on this fateful night.
Three missed kicks—In the realm of soccer fights,
Sealed the U.S.'s fate, In a moment so tight.
Kudos to Musovic—and the Blue and Yellow,
For their resilience and skill, in a match so mellow.
In the realm of soccer, Where dreams bear flight,
This game will forever be a testament to their might.
The Women World Cup—a stage of pure thrill,
Where nations unite, with a passion that is real.
Though the U.S. may have faltered, In this battle so grand,
Their journey won't cease here—their legacy will still stand.
In the realm of soccer, It's not just around the score,
But the heart and grit, retain us coming back for more.
So let us celebrate the triumphs and the falls,
The beauty of the game captures us all.
In the realm of soccer, where dreams bear flight,
We witness moments of glory—battles fought with might.
Congratulations to Sweden—their win was sweet
All dreams in the field of soccer start at the feet.
A stage was built up, gleaming in the spotlight.
The Women's World Cup—the stakes are right.
Knock knock I kept knocking at addictions door
Each knock feeling as if only they were knocked
Days turned to weeks with little to no progress
I kept knocking at the door so well locked
Failure after failure I became its expert
I’ll try my elbows at this door so blocked
Do I ask for help or do I seek wisdom in thyself?
I throw my whole body at the door only to get mocked
One day I tell myself this door will loosen up
I try to knock softer in this never-ending deadlock
6 months go by I begin to stop myself before blackout
Still the door remains but it doesn’t seem so landlocked
Another three months I dwell in shame
Turning to prayer I fear God sees me as King of Gawk
Faith is all I have left to throw at the door
Then one day I no longer feel mocked
Finally a year later later I regain my goal of goals
Persistence and faith finally made this door unlocked
He came into the barnyard and looked around
Choosing a mate, who squawked and went underground
Okay, he said. I’ll take that one, her sister.
She screeched and fluttered, not happy with this mister.
It’s a cockatrice, her cousins whispered among themselves.
They had heard of such a creature, dreaded by young elves.
He flew off with his prize, she was struggling against his wing.
Little did they know, she was secretly a willing little thing.
She had been with him before, and she knew he was gallant and brave.
They had a bunch of little Cocktrices – Danny, Dougie and Drave.
They came back to the barnyard to collect their wives among the flock.
A farmer came out to stop them. There was soon a giant deadlock.
With one look from the cocktrices, the farmer fell into a stupor quick.
He was paralyzed instantly as they gave him the eye, so thick.
Why did you paralyze him? Their mama asked, flying in to roost.
Weasel came by, and they scattered, afraid of him, if you want to know the truth.