Long Dreary Poems
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Spruced, cleaned up, did up
It's been ages or so of corruption erupt
As yet, making heads or tails of disrupt
What could have been, a city of brotherly love
From, we will never blink free of
The once boom town of olden days, forgotten
With its forsaken downtrodden
Reflection of shattered wind hum
And vanished forebears, begotten
Times --News flash hearing
Bouncing back, itty-bitty
Fordtown, Motor City
Rousing, awakening, breathing
The start of a new beginning
Know-how, patcher uppers, mending
Casing, coating, covering
The fractured wounds of di-TRITE, history
By and by, one and all to see
That you're recovering so forth, to be
Time will camouflage all of thee
Leftover wounds, fade and shade
Generous amount, lipstick, paint, masquerade
To feather back in, the once decried
And find character domain with pride
No sense in holding, something, blurring
Expectation is in the purifying
Smell the wild breeze of futurity
Witness the buds blooming
And a sea of new faces developing
Promising, a forgetful time of *Big D* nebulous dreary
There was a song that called me home
Whenever I walked towards the dreary tomb
The song came from the walls, the tiles and the doors
To pull me out of the gloomy force.
The song was sweet, magical and soothing
Causing my soul and heart to melt and sing
The soulful song often called me home
Whenever I walked towards the dreary tomb
The song followed me in dark and deep
Seldom letting me take a solitary trip.
It called me with love and warmth, back to my home
Whenever I walked towards the dreary tomb.
The song is still alive but the home is now dead
No walls, no tiles and no doors for the song to thread
Striving to bring my home back to life
The song suffered a dissonant death.
Artiste, she paints in breathless strokes,
Dedicated to the art, the flow,
Colors alive, blushing in bold and bashful caresses,
Lifting the heart, soothing as laughter.
Artiste, she splatters the canvas with hope,
Grace captured on the bare canvas,
Home to so many dashes of light, vibrant and bright,
Quieting the darkness, pouring love out – magnificent!
Artiste, she renders the music over the canvas,
Stirring a spark, the melody so dazzling,
Reaching beyond the shadows, into the lissome,
Polished, poised, promises adorning the blank page.
Artiste, she rescues the moments, changing…,
Heart and soul – from dreary doubts, from doom
Appealing to the wonders, the awe and amazement,
So light softly enchants, peaceful as the snowflake’s fall.
Artiste, she eases every grief – with her flaming brush,
She daubs anticipation into the spirit’s wistful gasp,
Washing all the world in hesitant tints of love – songs
Racing with the wind, inspiring faith within.
Artiste, she lightens her grandma’s load, her blessing,
Murals of gentle dreams, falling easy against the scenes,
Crisp shades move the heart to hear – listen to the peace,
Enthusing the dawn, rousing the stars to glisten like her glossy paint.
Artiste, she is only ten years old, the age when talent –
Is just a twist of the light, a fading color, so bright,
Breathtaking, tumbling from a brush filled with amazement…
Her heart an open book, where God’s love will always look!
There's something special about you
that caused my frozen heart to melt.
The best feeling I've ever felt.
Your aura has a healing hue
that dissipates gathering gloom.
The moment you enter the room.
When you smile, I want to smile too,
for you make me feel loved inside.
And the first time we kissed, I cried.
You cheer me up when I feel blue;
knowing all the right words to say,
to chase those dreary blues away.
Please, dear, tell me what I can do:
to help me breach your inner wall.
I'm begging you, don't make me crawl.
Let me prove that my love is true,
I'm sorry; let's not fight again.
Help me to understand your pain.
There's something special about you,
your aura has a healing hue:
when you smile. I want to smile, too.
You cheer me up when I feel blue;
Please, dear, tell me what I can do
Let me prove that my love is true.
It now sneaks up within the grey
And brings the Arctic air our way
Its evil spell is taking hold
So we must brace against the cold.
Celsius degrees hit sub zero
And small mammals burrow below
To escape from the worst of times
And most birds fly to warmer climes
The sky that was a joyful view
Now dreary grey replaces blue
Each day we see no sign of sun
That pleasure now is surely gone
We suffer shortage of day light
And shiver through each day and night
But we endure and we pray
That long dark hours go away
We dream about the coming spring
When daylight then is lengthening
And bringing joyful springtime skies
And then we see the snowdrops rise.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
I came to the conclusion that something tonight wasn’t quite right,
I peered into the dark and everything just turned more creepy and scary,
And outside appeared a huge full moon~ I stood frozen terrified in this night.
And I came to the conclusion that something tonight wasn’t quite right,
My heart was just pounding and thumping upon my rickety rib cage,
And right straight among a circle of trees there was a fierce sparkle of light
Vampires and monsters, and witches flying in brooms sped fast and past the gate.
My heart was just pounding and thumping upon my rickety rib cage,
I peered into the dark and everything just turned more creepy and scary,
Vampires and monsters, and witches flying in brooms sped fast and past the gate,
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.
A tomato Video
Conversation with an omelette you can, if it is filled with tomatoes.
Apparently, trees talk to flowers a tomato soaks up this information
gives it to us when we eat one. After going on about tomatoes
the lecturer cuts a tomato in half and we hear a scream
the speaker declares he has two tomatoes plus a bloody finger.
Many videos’ maker's dreams, is to stand alone on a stage and talk about
things the makes no sense to others other than themselves.
They thank, the audience who are blissfully absent, and blend
into the dark background convinced they are famous.
Spending an evening looking through videos, I determined after due deliberation,
they were inane and utterly dreary.
Their point was to stay under the spotlight, applauded by phantom fans,
their mother and aunts for a few minutes.
Finally, I struggle to know what a tomato makes out of being eaten alive!
The greatest deception men suffer is from their own opinions. By Leonardo da Vinci.
In a chasm of hate, shards descend,
Crystallized thoughts; their paths now bend.
Splintered and cracked in a furious fall,
Merging, dreary roads white lines extend.
Evil spirits spew out an obnoxious bawl.
Minds split, mixed with a malignant appall.
The emancipator, a beacon of brightness,
His vicious grin tightens, he is eager to crawl.
The edge of a hewn sword is uprightness.
Might is evoked by the blade's fold tightness.
When challenged, demons flinch in fear.
The sturdiness of iron arms is their politeness.
A sword, from its sheath to its gilt hilt, appears.
A valuable emblem that shines luculent clear
Advancing onward, atop an equestrian beast,
Angels sing with lyres, trusting God's sheer
Fear hunts out the wicked, trembling at least.
As the lark sings, fetch a dull cloud from the east.
The emancipator, craving God's healing, is brave.
All day long, one's life is a sumptuous feast.
In this chasm of hate, shards break the wave.
Crystallized beliefs: all paths lead to the grave
But whilst their entirety, they are on display.
Defying the darkness, smashing the deprave
The fight betwixt right and awry is still sway
As the emancipator clashes, his goal will fray.
Hope revives with each swing of the sword.
And the devils fled and were spurred away.
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Far far away
Solitary existence;
Lakeside pagoda
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August going away
Bumper harvest;
Mangosteens and durians
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Because she loves me
Moving commentary;
Grumbles at something
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Garden snail
Crawling at my feet;
Doing your rounds
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Show flat visit
Buying a new house;
Location fits budget
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Lovely moonrise
Sends me messages;
Love forgets pain
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Feverish flu attack
Body senses dreary;
Mental whiplash
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Strong medicine
Moon dancing sky;
Dizzy focus
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Bourgainvillea
So many colours;
Enjoying the sun
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Bush scrub hedge
Nice array fencing;
Outside from inside
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August rain
Wet ink stains;
Moving haiku
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Motionless
Carp in this lake;
Calm in swift current
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Secular world affairs
Conflict hammers;
Non-negotiable stance
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Sit quietly still
Wait for word pulse;
No haiku moment
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Images in a dream
Misty morning pattern;
Awaken unremembering
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Goldfish bowl
Two swirling fishes;
Romantic interlude
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Birthday sunrise
Twenty-nine today;
May blessings abide
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Joy fills my heart
Sorrow is too great;
Purge now all burdens
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Leon Enriquez
29 August 2014
Singapore
Here in this city we seek good reason
To do this and that for enough payback;
We aim just to see beyond odd season,
In fashion and fad, in easy and slack.
Our daily affairs involve a plain face;
A copycat wave that slaves this instance;
On voice box we stare in somber enclave;
And wait for fine saves in deep dark distance.
Between dawn and dust, the weathered charades;
Turn each to each now with blank, bored faces;
Then do what we must to venture parade;
Accept time's endow with empty traces.
Weary and dreary find solace in sleep;
Nightmares once dreamy grip worries we weep.
Leon Enriquez
22 Apr 2014
Singapore