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It is another late check-in entered,
Anticipate one hoped to had ventured,
The guest, country singer Dolly Parton,
Year lemon juice appeared in a carton,
I had an unopened one behind me,
It had caught her eyes in plain sight to see,
In a very raspy voice, she whispered,
"Can I have that drink, for this poor songbird..."
"...(lifts her hands to her mouth) has lost her voice..."
"...mama done told me, lemon juice was choice..."
"...for a sore throat, and I will pay for it.",
I told her not to worry for one bit,
I will get one from our fridge in the back,
Upon returning, told her what we had,
Done for her, "A junior suite with a tad..."
"...Of the heater turned up, and our special..."
"...Turn down service, that includes a schedule..."
"...List of a boxed assortment of candied..."
"...Sweets that were prepared by our pastry chef..."
"...A red rose now sits on your turned down bed..."
"..."After informing housekeeping ahead..."
"...Of your arrival, a carafe of tea..."
"...Of special blends, and another pastry..."
"...Chef concoctions of baked treats have all been..."
"...Delivered by our room service staff, now..."
"...are there more, that I may assist somehow?"
"No, you are blessed, that, I can see, thank you!"
Checking out, she said, "You always came through."
***Then, the City of Oakland held 'Day On The Green' concerts at the stadium complex, hence the entourage of entertainers. Please note that parts of the conversation is not verbatim but was made to the purpose of the rhyming scheme.
Date: 08/28/2019
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28 times a perfect 10
My eyes grow weary with the days.
Ebbed of youthful looks, I dare not despair.
I live my life alone now, surrounded by the loneliness.
Time was all too quick to pass me by
I was sure so much more needed to be done.
My hands have long been discolored, mottled with spots.
Disfigured by the work and the cold, they feel so weak.
I still cook and do the wash, recall their lost softness.
Age has crept into all of me,
I no longer hold young ideas.
My feet bear their burdens awkwardly unsteady.
Crippled by arthritic pain, I walk with a store bought cane.
I very rarely leave the house, welcomed sleep lets me forget.
Days are much too long to endure my life
I see television as my only friend left.
My entourage of friends have preceded me in death.
Drained of lifes full growth, its promised dreams gone.
I depend upon myself, always been that way
now I fear burdening anyone.
Life treated me well in the past, so now, no real regrets.
My heart has become physically weak.
Loved well once by my lover and children, my own.
I watched each go their separate ways,
and suddenly here I am, alone.
Old yes, but not beyond my years, life had long been mine.
My soul became accustomed living one day at a time.
Promised by dreams come true, only bright tomorrows.
I was blind and full of fools hope
and forced to bow to the plans of fate.
Memory fades more easily now, so much is long forgotten.
My days seem numbered now.
Guided more by pain than fear
I accept and feel my age each day,
face the reality that I am no longer young
I look forward wishfully for His way.
My skies aren’t as blue as they used to be.
Clouded by industry and building growth
I doubt the progress they speak,
read and heard things that are, and I must let them be.
Generations seek their way, they will learn from mistakes.
My sun is just a little dimmer today.
Darkened by pain and age, let youth live their way.
I accept things as they are,
My life is fairly comfortable these days
no want or need remains, almost boring.
and at last I find,
I am old enough.
(Rewrite from 1971 for Mrs. B)
Listen,
can you hear it
your taste buds losing interest?
A buzzing in the air
black-winged hoverers
flit and fly across the kitchenette
drawn in by the smell of tantalizing flavors.
Too hot for ovens to be on
too lazy for the frying pan to warm
a chilled gazpacho from the fridge
cucumber, onion, pepper, jalapeno,
garliced olive oil, lime juice, balsamic
and a floating entourage of fly in the soup.
"Gazpacho or Andalusian gazpacho is a cold soup made of raw, blended vegetables. A classic of Spanish cuisine, it originated in the southern region of Andalusia. Gazpacho is widely eaten in Spain and Portugal, particularly during hot summers, as it is refreshing and cool". Wikipedia
Twas fortnight before inspection 2021...,
Not a human creature stirred, nor seen
throughout Highland Manor,
property carpeted in lush green
gently hilly terrain,
(a deathlike stillness descended un keen
quiet and quite cool April 26th,
deux thousand twenty one).
Vicious rumors circulate wrenching
hammering, and drilling psyche
where mailer demons invade,
that immediate hell fire enfilade
natural hair color made
gray follicular shocks amply pervade
instantaneously turning
Janus faced with Machiavellian
mean streak inlaid
(how word some would say)
"stern", any previous
housewarming aura
experiencing welcome spiel,
nor iota of politesse present,
but Trumpeting her entourage,
asper self important capering escapade
taskmaster known to abrade
even the most stalwart macho,
gung-ho, brave heart appear afraid,
thus oft time tis most
advantageous and optimal
prospective mutineers betrayed
Princess Ja***n Ge***r
harridan de jure ushering tirade
akin to a petit grand mal one
woman banshee masquerade
hoop puts on be preyed
upon switching pretentious airs
dead ringer give
away (immediately
points gnarled finger
sentenced to clinker visage),
non verbal charade
hence unstoppable mounting
anticipatory anxiety manifests
as disabling, impending,
oppressing fate
cannot be delayed
if insubordinate tenants
try with futility to evade
officials with truncheons flayed
doth rarely give surcease
renters passing grade
she, the consummate
de facto grande heiress
of Gr***e & Qu**e
inherited plum deal,
where lifetime employment,
and generously paid
analogous as born
(that way) portrayed
maintaining poker face
into royalty made,
now as single mother
to biracial heir
purportedly inhabits castle
abode with parents,
thus no child
care costs paid
expectant heavy foot
falls getting louder,
(oh...no that jist
my heart pounding
whence approaching raid
so please inform this jade
did troubadour if privy to let
(me and the missus) aid
i.e. a safe and sound
place to call home
with this hole in the poetry wall,
I would immediately
make thee a fair trade
in lieu of living, where
mercilessness doth parade
expenses property upkeep,
teaching (two
door ring) English,
or even employed
as a mister minute maid.
Dawn comes swiftly
Eyes shocked awake;
Sunlight dazzles
Weary body
Sleep does not come;
Rest fatigue hijacks
Another day dawns
Celebrate now;
Tomorrow looks vague
Overtime work
Pulse of earthly stuff;
Promises to keep
Old friend calls
Buzz of change;
Friendly reminder
Family reunion
Marriage festival;
Customary rites
Good earth moments
Vivid affairs rush;
Keep busy tempo
Giant moths cluster
July permutates;
Nature nurtures
By this footpath
Fallen sparrow quivering;
Death comes to call
Wedding car radiant
Speeding highway tryst;
Bridal entourage
Chinese wedding
Customary rites;
Family comes first
Wedding banquet
Six-star happening;
Memorable feasting
Family and friends
Gather to witness;
Matrimonial highlights
Wonder in portraits
Smiles in sure style;
Joy wears a happy face
Now cheek to cheek
Face to face as one;
Witness two loving souls
Bride and groom
Kneel to parents;
Tea ceremony ritual
A magic moment
A newly wed couple;
Promises to deliver
Beauty in your eyes
A lifetime awaits;
Just the two of us
By this promenade
Photo snapshots frozen;
Time stands still forever
Colour photography
Momentary still life;
Prying eyes partake
Still life observed
Notice the topic;
Witness the union
Listen now
Two hearts beating;
One harmonious whole
A simple toast
To bride and groom;
Linger with lovely dreams
Father and mother
Smiles of calm content;
Son grown-up and wedded
Our children remain
Our children even after
Marriage turns a chapter
Father and mother
Feelings of satisfaction;
Daughter waltzing happy today
Joy in sure season
Marriage succeeds;
Joy yields meaning
When all is done
Change will show up;
New is the IN thing
Festival over
New couple journey;
Two-gather as one family
Leon Enriquez
21 July 2014
Singapore
I sat watching from across the bar,
As she toyed with her entourage of suitors;
Feeding each man small pieces of hope -
Her coquettish smile couldn’t be much cuter.
Her drinks were free; her blouse cut low;
She laughed at all of their jokes.
But, she always made sure, she was never alone
With just a single one of those blokes.
Some lesser men gave up the fight
When the stronger ones started moving in;
I caught her eye through the haze and the crowd
And sent her a tonic and gin.
When the waiter handed her the glass,
And mentioned it was being sent by me,
The huddle of studs all turned their heads,
At this pomposity they just had to see.
They snickered and sneered at the old man on the stool
Who was certainly no competition at all
They looked at each other, rolled their eyes
And simultaneously let out a hefty guffaw
She excused herself to go powder up
Leaving the hopeful combatants all alone
Then walked up to me, kissed me on the lips
And said, “Come on Dear, it’s time to go home.”
She slipped back on the ring I bought her years ago,
Feeling her vanity had been restored quite enough;
I paid my bar tab, looked back at the dropping jaws
And said, “Sorry boys, you don’t have the right stuff.”
Oh Moon, the shining lantern of the sky!
The brightest light set ablaze in the dark!
Glorious boon, heaven freely granted!
Committed guardian of the night!
You appear each night to lead the wayfarers,
The ones lost in the labyrinth of darkness
Shed PHOSPHOROUS beams of light on their way
You stay aloft in the firmament in deep solitude,
Amid clouds that CASCADE high up in the sky
Yet you are in benevolent contact with all creation.
Attended by the entourage of MYRIAD winking stars,
In your royal palace of the aquamarine sky,
You reign as unquestioned queen of the night.
Watch over the earth with unwavering vigil
You travel over the horizon from the start of dusk
And back to the edge of dawn, unhampered.
Your shimmering rays like silvery streams SLITHER
And come down sliding, slanting and crashing.
Every day you appear in changing guise
Like a SERPENTINE beauty out to conquer
Turning from LUNAR crescent to circle,
And from circle to crescent, waning and waxing,
Rising and setting on appointed times.
The tranquillity of your visage comforts us
In the soft LILT of the night, we raise our eyes
To catch a glimpse of your regal self amid the NEBULA.
On seeing your shimmering face with the glow of beams,
Flowing, splashing and crashing the darkness,
Turning every night into fluorescent brightness,
In pure ecstasy we whisper – “How beautiful you are!”
For most of his
Bumming around days
He was lost
In dead end jobs
Once in the gym
He became a silhouette of youth
Weaving like a cobra
Slipping
Countering
Learning how to hook
Footwork and poise
A moving target
Possessing speed
And brutal power
Waiting
To connect
On
Flesh and bone.
All his life
He searched for what was missing
His dream
Was to be champion
Months
Years of solitary training
Was the price he gladly paid.
The ring waited
Patiently
Knowing that he lived for the moment
When all was a blur
Of sudden activity
Moving shadows
And the roar of the crowd.
Years go by
Another decade
Another time
The city moves on
In a singular rhythm all its own
For him
Time now stands still
In a quiet place
Of warm sunlight
Streaming through an open window
A place of
Old fight posters
And faded photographs.
He won a title
Had good times
Some laughs
Traveled with an entourage
Met the famous
Parties came and went
And so did his money.
Holding the yellowed clipping
The old thrill
Returned
He felt strong again
The bright lights were on
The roar of the crowd
Was louder than he ever remembered
The smart money and the ladies were in front
All eyes on him
Bobbing and weaving in the empty gym
He stopped to catch his breathe
Raising his hands in triumph
He knew that in the bottom of his gut
No matter what anyone said or did
In the ring
He had fought and lived like a champion.
The distinct decade
Preceding my birth
Ecstasy and aids
Consumed this earth
They begged for pleasure
Pleaded for peace
Floated high as a feather
Then along came grease
A musical comedy
Featuring John
About a he and a she
Who’s fling was gone
A romantic summer
Had ended too soon
Though they found it, a bummer
They achieved fine tune
The smell of pot
Was an expected aroma
Not just in one spot
Everyone’s a stoner
Bell bottomed hippies
Wide eyed with split ends
The decade of groupies
And beginning Again
The world was flat
Or, so, many said
But where Was I at?
Before mom and dad met
Did I exist within him
Was I always his girl
Meant to be kin
When I entered this world
It’s a fun scenario
But, flawed to the brim
Because anywhere he would go
I wouldn’t have been
I was somewhere with her
It has to be true
I’ve always preferred
The things she would do
Perhaps, in a van
Headed to Cali
To take a stand
Join a rally
Or in grandma’s garage
On the green couch, with flowers
With mom’s entourage
Laughing for hours
Or maybe I’m wrong
And I ceased to exist
The shot was long
But I couldn’t resist
Do I seem alone? Well, I'm not.
*whispering* "I have my retinue".
They're here, to tarnish accomplishments
with pointless debate and circular arguments.
Inviting trouble, self-distrust and cheerlessness.
The posse of negative voices that live in my mind.
Do I seem alarmed? Maybe not but I am though.
*whispering* "I'm conjuring the worst case scenario".
My teen brain is coursing - with cognitive distortion.
What's meant to keep me safe is magnifying the vague
into landslides of irrational outcomes, ill-defined.
This entourage of catastrophic thinking in my mind.
So if I seem flaky - i'm sorry - you see I'm really busy
fighting the urgent vandals in my mind.
If I seem overly emotional it isn't something personal
I'm fighting my way thru this noise the whole time.