Long Due date Poems
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Usually no one f^cks with me when I'm with Susan
Im used to cuttting these dudes up into two pieces
Im into making major movies
everyhting bout Toni screams of blue cheese
baby beaware of new breezy
even if you thinlk i'm still in hot pursuit wheezy
\yfk for your information they just arrested me for a blue warrant
my mom threw me a life preserver for 2 weeks
when she was out watching and seeeing movies
i was dining with jesssicas new B
Life sure have beeen difficult for two things
First my body hurts from cut scenes from due date
second im come back from where scarlet johansens ass was a new thing
In quiet anticipation, Daphne carefully sewed
tiny outfits of love for her soon to be child
with her soft braided hair and loose, faded clothes
Daphne sung lullabies, then stared off for awhile.
When her due date came, we wished Daphne well
for our small sewing circle was caring and kind
Daphne looked embarrassed, but was happy to tell
that she'd show us her baby at just the right time.
A few months later, sweet Daphne appeared
gently cradling her sleeping, angelic little girl
with a hushed adoration, we all drew near her
and beheld the most beautiful baby in the world.
When the ladies dispersed, I asked Daphne if I
could hold her new baby, I'd hold her with care
with a brief hesitation, she said, "Just a short while.”
her perfect, silicone baby was lighter than air.
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I sailed through my pregnancy without a problem
We’d painted the nursery in pale blue
I was having
A little boy
I'd stroke my swollen belly every time he kicked
we joked he'd be a great football player
tragically he’d never kick a ball
no one knows why he stopped moving on my due date
The doctors could not save my child
Why was my baby born sleeping?
My precious son
You never cried
F I C T I O N P O E M W R I T T E N F O R
n/a in Fragmented Verse Poetry Contest
(n/a because the line spacing was incorrect for the form - now amended)
02/15/21
our second of two lasses conceived
sometimes within a blink
the exact moment auguring conception
difficult to identify or pinpoint
whence seminal liquid
ejaculated from a phallic chink
birth of second daughter thyself and spouse created
while immersed in the coital drink
generally occurred during
our naked lunch sans primal cop
yule la shun, via carousing with amorousness
when a seminal dollop
of passion circa May 1998 that pregnant verity
became definitive when the ultrasound
evinced a miniscule glop
pronounced by obstetrician and gynecologist
with an impending due date
yet unpredictable until the wife did evince
a swelling abdominal area, an ordinary fate
once pregnancy without doubt
ascertained both of felt great
lee excited at prospect thee eldest
would become “big” sister,
which less than total devoted attention
she would naturally hate
upon begetting youngest punim
indubitably saw her (Eden) irate
yet any jealousy temporarily deferred, offset
and thwarted upon the birth
of Shana, whose anniversary
she exited birth canal when a dearth
of being cocooned in the womb
suddenly necessitated adjusting to life on Earth
when formerly inducing
a bulge within the uterine hearth
and this papa nearly nineteen years
wept tears of joyful delight
with a complete set of anatomical features,
and gender as the girl found wife excite
head, cuz decision asper circumcision,
a moot point re difficult conscience fight
club and prediction as per average adult height
of female progeny, number two found the sight
a biologically whipped miracle I held tight.
Last few years gone by
Time seems to fly.
Of late
as is fate
I am seeing my due date
My expiration time is coming due
But I do not feel blue
My body is so tired
My wires are coming unwired
Chest been messing with me
Time is something I will not see
Older than I thought I would ever be
Have gathered all my writings here
Cause I have fear
My time is near
I wish for no Dr. to fix me
This is how it should be
Of this world I do not belong
Same ol song
Wherever I go
So I know
It is always the same
No one do I blame
I have not taken my meds in a year
I shed no tear
I have seen things many never will
Still
People toss me aside
So I hide
The lost and lonely is where I abide
I have tried
To do right
But seems such a fight
I want nothing at all
Life shudders and starts to stall
Fall to my knees
No one there to hear my pleas
Strength ebbing fast
Maybe it is my time at last
Heart
Feel it is coming apart
Breath hurts to come out
I try to shout
Lights fade
Through the darkness I wade
My time is at hand
I do understand
I awake
A breath I take
I fear
I'm still here
How can that be
Far as I can see
I am wanted no where
Seems so unfair
But I can see why
This is what makes me cry
No human wants me around
So I have found
Heaven nor hell,.. want me not
So in this hell I rot
To say hello to spring
Winter relents in time,
Grey goes green, smiles gream grime,
Nature knows— not to cling.
Seasons change on their own
And wait not till too late
To kiss change on due date,
All things change, even stone.
But man seems stuck sans clue,
Feels frozen facing change,
Red nor green, but orange!
He who once walked on two
From all four, far to see
As ape— his greatest feat,
Yet, somewhere lost his wit,
Opting purblind to be.
In saying no to change,
An existential threat
That might wipe out his fate,
Back to times of Stonehenge!
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Reflections | 06.09.2016, revised Feb 2023| change
Poet’s note: In evolutionary race when man was not yet a *****Sapiens, he showed an exemplary foresight to steer himself ahead of all life forms, on top of pyramid to be, and never to look back ever since— the time he, as an ape, decided to walk on his rear two legs. But today it seems he chooses to be purblind, refusing to see the threat to his existence. This piece wonders if man is on his way back to Stonehenge.
Debate also should rage if doctors know
The mystery that human body is:
It takes two hundred muscles, all on go
To take but one baby step with some ease,
Body veins stretched, end to end were to ply,
Two rounds around Earth’s bosom well are made,
Body cells in millions when daily die,
An equal sum in even time gets bred.
And yet nigh little’s known of universe
That lies within— we know more of far space,
Of ailing body, it gets even worse,
Ah ignorance is bliss should God us bless!
If left are we to let sleeping dogs lie,
What happened years back would ever apply?
No, what happened would never apply,
For, human soul always knows how to heal
If can silence noise of mind raging high,
Few patients have due patience and will.
As every patient has to find his peace,
I too had to, and realized rather late,
Though I suffered, shed tears to seek my bliss,
For, things happen only at its due date.
To heal, we seldom go to a healer,
I perhaps approached not someone that heals,
Maybe, he was more meant things to trigger,
Maybe, I could not silent my mind’s ills,
My endurance did build a defence wall,
Two scores and more years back, as I recall.
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Crown of sonnets | 03.11.2012, revised July 2023|
Poet’s note: With these last two parts, IX and X, the sequel of ten sonnets constituting one single poem called a crown of sonnets is concluded. The last line of the preceding sonnet is repeated as the first line of the next sonnet, but not verbatim; nor is the first line of the poem is the last line taken totally as is. The sestets are either a quartet and a couplet or two sets of three-lined Terza Rima. Hurt is the place from where light enters, and it did, I realized after my long-drawn medical treatment.
Come on Jiggles, let’s go for our walk, and remember, walk with pride
That’s my girl, my beautiful standard poodle, with your sexy stride
Jiggles short tail pounded from side to side,
Her excitement she could never pretend to hide
And her longing to get out was surely not feigned
Jiggles was a flirt, her desire for a handsome dog had never waned!
I put the leash on Jiggles, within 5 minutes, she had spotted Plato
A bold young handsome powerful dog, a Labrador, I let her go
She lowered her eyes demurely, as Plato sidled her way, so slow
They sniffed each other and walked towards a bush, both had to know
They disappeared from sight, their love consummated, Jiggles wore a flush,
And Plato, this aristocratic dog, I could see a definite exited blush!
I looked at Plato’s owner and he at me, what were we to do,
These two would not be separated, this was truer than true,
So owners and dogs visited regularly, and the due date
Now close, mummy Jiggles came into labor, Hugh and I tended to Plato’s mate
Three beautiful Labradoodles, fluffy and cute, to meet Jiggles was Plato’s fate, Hugh and I fell i love, because of two dogs and an affair on their first date!
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28/02/2021
Christian, it is good to know
I expected a forever Valentine
fifty years ago for your father’s
due date was fourteenth of February.
Obviously he did not want to be delivered
to see the world that day and waited
six more days to come out and be part
of us, our family tree or lineage.
Twenty two years later, there were you,
the Valentine boy, ready to see the world
and be part of us during the micro-generation.
Born in the Rooster year and a Zennial.
The Valentine boy named Christian, a name
of English origin that means Follower of Christ.
The Valentine boy born twenty eight years ago,
on a Sunday, Valentine’s Day, an Aquarian.
The Valentine boy, who is all grown up,
is a loving, caring son, brother and grandson.
Good mannered, responsible, committed,
compassionate, hard-working nurse.
Keep up the good work, Valentine boy.
I am proud of you, my grandson.
Embrace today, Valentine's day as a special gift
and celebrate you and your birthday.
2/14/21 Valentine Poetry Richard Lamoureaux
Etch profound gaze upon these shores,
Zest feeds courage beyond mere chance;
Ask to know maze and grow some more,
Grow sound message to greet the dance.
Do with fond feel with focus grand,
Dream funds appeal as firm strokes blend;
Obsess pure will to sparkle trends.
Truth has sure say in what may be,
Feel and live then that burning fire;
Echo each day sure pulse set free,
Love knows just when fate meets desire.
Work well the fate in your own hands,
Expect due date to bless you friend,
Yes dare to plate what practice sends.
Note that sure flair in touch that traps,
Allow each gate to ease pretence;
Use each affair to seed thought wrap,
Keep clear of hate that hurts your sense.
Effect true cause in what springs due,
Exult bold course with profound hues;
Live that sure bourse as thought floods cue.
Will that pure zest to work your best,
Offer to be the dream come true;
Notice dream quest that sums your fest,
Know what you see to be just you.
Leon Enriquez
30 March 2016
Singapore