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It began with a careless remark
Uttered by one of the dinner guests,
Which ignited fury's sudden spark!
Perhaps it was better unexpressed.
Politeness went out of the window,
Good will left by the door,
Late afternoon lost its ruddy glow,
In the wake of the uproar!
Amid the August mess so fine,
Dinner, uneaten, grew cold.
Trembling glasses, spilled the wine;
The day grown quickly old.
Like butterflies, were all disguised?
Did they hide themselves so well?
Was it here today that love died,
Or long before the dinner bell?
Mockingbird sings to a summer night-
After the end, no turning back.
Though darkness is but a shadow of the light,
It is profoundly black!
There is omniscient God
And there is Ultra Sound Lady
And then there is Me
With 24 hours left ahead to wonder.
Two of the three knows my fate.
Cool blue goo swiped across my body
And the nice lady
Pats my bare thigh so intimately so compassionately
With such a sense of genuine comfort
That I wonder if she does that
All day long
With all her pan of patients
Rolled like dough beneath her hands on a dinner table
Or if perhaps we had made a connection
Or if it was just ultra sound code for good luck
Or hang in there
Or was it the first of many explanations beginning with,
“I’m sorry I have to tell you…”
But anyway she said to go ahead and let my breath go
And that it was over for the day.
As if I were her husband
Dressing in front of her
In our morning bedroom
I fastened my buttons and tucked my shirt
Zipped my pants and re-tied my tie
Chatting small talk about anything and everything
But for what was truly in front of us both
Along with fate
For the rest of the day.
Two know the truth
While the other dares not ask.
When our children were growing up…
when life was simpler and our routines a little more stable…
we met for breakfast, lunch and dinner around our family table.
Our table saw our children’s laugher
felt their tears…and heard their screams.
It helped them with their homework…it was privy to their dreams.
That table is still a family table…
over the years it hasn’t lost it’s touch…
But…with our children grown and moved away…it isn’t used as much.
We recently had dinners with different portions of our family…
to show how life’s a little less stable…
different family members…in different cities…
at different restaurants…around different tables.
Our latest family dinner…was a 30 minute jaunt..
to meet Ali, Damien. Trista and Taylor at an Indian restaurant.
And I got to thinking as our family’s grown
how we get together wherever we can…with whomever’s able…
and how any table we’re sitting at…becomes our family table.
Around that table we reconnect as a family
we see the laughter, feel the tears and hear the screams…
and though there’s no more homework anymore…
we still listen to each other’s dreams.
Nowadays as I sit and listen to whatever portion of our family is there…
in whatever seat I may have landed…
I’m always smiling thinking how…
over the years
our family table has expanded.
let's go out on a date
no one but you and me
nothing very fancy
just dinner and a movie
i'll pick you up at seven
in my shinny car
stop to buy you flowers
treat you like a star
i'll say your very beautiful
but tonight your much much more
prettier than usual
when you came to the door
i'll open all your doors
and pull back all your chairs
if that's the kind of gentilman
you'll want me to be
in my conversation
i'll try to use my ears
to pick up the little things
you've learned through out the years
smiles will just be smiles
as we banter back and forth
and little moments of silence
as time takes it's course
when our time is finished
and we stand at your door
please don't leave me kissless
and invite me back once more
Yam that got a permanent prick
Yam in contention with its harvest
Got it fat; removed with a flick
But diet is the concern of an agriculturalist
Consumer sees beyond
While naming its price
Got to examining its structure and bond
Which communicates enough raunchy
Yam that got a Chelsea buttock
Yam of false human attribute
A large buttock a stomach so paunchy
Rejected by no means a devise
Woman sees nothing
While peeling
Just to hurry
Not to make dinner goes well with sorry
Those yams grow in a fertile soil
With no or little toil
Such are in no time boiled
Better serve oiled
The pace setter
The home of agriculture
If i would ever be a bettor
Ibadan stands out in horticulture
Quote By Poet "A zoo trip can put a zip in your walk and zeal for being outside with the animals."
Off to the zoo we all went with no clue,
Sally ~ Zack filled with pep.
The big striped zebra did not moo
zeal in his step.
Walking the long winding zig-zag walkway,
we wanted a cold drink.
What a very hot summer's day,
we all wore pink.
The fun day and animals had ended,
now off to home with zip.
Dinner will be hot and splendid,
zucchini ~ dip.
Date Written: 12/24/2022
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shall i wait for his plane to land?
— or meet him midair in pillowy-clouds,
clear the aisles meant for two,
order the finest dinner a steward can zoom,
prepare to feast on fingers and toes,
earlobes and sweet bubblegum lips.
shall i wait for the hail from the air?
— or fly my own airlines to climb aboard
certainly we don’t need two seats, only one
and that one is blushing from all of this touching.
shall I vigorously fly like a drone?
— spying out my love in from Japan
shall he unwrap an early present
i’m wearing red and green ribbons
...he’s wearing none.
~ certainly two stars search the horizon
~ climaxing at the speed of light’s dreams
air pressure certainly entertaining
the clash of thunder and lightning
a show of stupendous energy
for three weeks has weakened my pulse
and my knees.
I hightail to meet my love
in the air, so close and yet
i’ll certainly have to wait ‘til he lands
so he can take me back to the heavens.
12/21/2018
Old Soldiers
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Old soldiers not born for war at all.
Father's brave and cold
Send into battle
And defend..
Home made men with chili courage
Gallant audacious and courageous
Very valuabe to their children
Never had a chance
To be good cuddle daddy's
They were alone and in fear
And no one near
The enemy bullet pierced them
And they bled and bled
And trembled tremble
Who sent them out there ?
Tremble tremble
Did they care ?
Quiver and shudder
They left the home
Leaving wife 'n child
Waiting their blank return
Their famliy field's are green
And their home is painted within.
Old Soldiers
Camaraderie in the war
Trenched , trampled , bruised in battle
Wounded father soldiers bravely fought
Returned in batches of boxes instead
Their courage..
Their hard fight.
Rewarded only
In memory of medals.
" the last thing Billy
done for me ...
was to paint the wall ..
and hang our portrait
above the dinner wall
before he left for war "
Only a cleft is left
In the lonely heart
Of the soldier's wife ..
And his name coldly
Embossed in marble
6 feet under in a cemetry.
Old soldier's did not
Want a war.
Don't get a bug in your butt because I like to eat
So it's none of your business if I can't see my feet
My tee shirt on the line looks like a sheet
While driving, my right hip's in the passenger seat
One serving of ice cream just won't do
So I buy a half gallon, it contains two
I'd tie my laces but I can't reach my shoe
I bought a diet book and I ate that too
Really, I think I should take some weight off soon
When I bend over the neighbor sings Allegheny Moon
When I start breakfast at eight, I finish by noon
When I wear corduroy pants, they play their own tune
I'm sick of TV shows saying I gotta be thin
I'm very well rounded for the shape that I'm in
When I touch my knees I display a horizontal grin
If there's a pie eating contest in town, you know I'd win
Really, I ordered a pizza because pizza is great
I told him to slice it in six because I couldn't eat eight
Really, don't call me names, that's something I hate
But if you call me for dinner, I'll never be late
Sea of faces in a long queue
The final rush right here on cue
Chinese lunar new year's eve styles
Grab and procure goodies worthwhile
So many things to attend to
Auspicious feelings spring now woos
Share a reunion dinner meal
Smiles abound as cheer fills and heals.
The customary red gift pacts
Lucky money brings fortune's tact
Soon we celebrate a grand start
Spring hurls new year to charm each heart
These special times where joy meets cheer
A festive soul greets happy here
Time for tribe and kin to gather
To welcome a brand new treasure
New clothes and auspicious symbols
Town painted red and clash of cymbals
Lion dancing and fire crackers noise
Drum beats and swaying to rejoice
Watch fond goodwill design a feast
Cheer and attract the dragon beast
Under the moonlit pavilion
We sip tea and feel devotion
The modern times have come to terms
With ancient traditions that firm.
All our rush to prepare and dwell
Now turns up good feelings that tell
Here's to the Goat year auspicious
Spring time galore most delicious
May all your dreams flood far and wide
"Gong-Xi-Fa-Cai" right by your side!
Leon Enriquez
17 February 2015
Singapore