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Abiku!
Friend nor foe
Named from above.
A gift from the yard of elegbara
Olagbegi's kicking hope.
Abiku!
A dashing beauty she's bestowed,
enough to light a father's grope.
Abiku!
Asake's grace in barrenness.
Off and on, she would not mind
'Come, and i will call you mine,
'Mother' till then i'll bear'.
Abiku! Abiku!! Abiku!!!
Touch her not, she might live
One who dines with ebora dudu,
a company when she is set to leave.
Abiku!
Your visit i do not beseech.
Your mercy i only seek.
Ekuru and eko wine to your descent,
gracing the feet of oluwere.
Abiku!
In tears you delight
Merriness you found in sorrow.
Leave and never come back
One who feeds on her mother's back.
Abiku!
Shame, you have cursed till eternity
In flame, yet you are never tamed.
One whose trowel never dries,
From the cries of hopeless eyes.
Abiku!!!
Freedom is an idea
That a full stomach will quell
Why rock the boat
If tomorrow you see hope
Pure democracy leads to tyrants indeed
You vote your greed not your need
Leaders fight the rising tide
Only in time will the masses abide
Hunger feeds the soul of revolution
In deep despair violence is the only solution
Tearing down walls of familiar security
For the promise of liberty and equality
Equality is a false god of man
With natural talent a few will always win
Love exist in all within
Evil turns sweet love to sin
It's easy to let it be
Look but never really see
What is is? What is real
Do you die for just an idea
Blue Jays and Black birds and half a dozen squirrels.
Sprinkled with Sparrow's, it's become quite a world.
Occasional Cardinal to add a little spice.
They seem to all be getting along fairly nice.
The neighbor, he feeds them plenty of food.
It seems it is working, they've become quite a brood.
As long as the house is buttoned up tight.
They're not a problem, I sleep fine at night.
Out in the front, a chipmunk does play.
Scurrying around and having it's way.
A Robin or two might ruffle their feathers.
I wouldn't change a thing if I had my druthers.
It feels like I'm blessed to have such a mess.
Nothing to do but enjoy it, I guess.
God certainly does have mysterious ways.
How he shows us his love in these warm summer days.
Insanity's Poem
In the beginning everything was normal.
"Tag, You're It!"
Some lifetime ago and
that's all I remember.
I was a kid playing a
game with other kids.
Home is where you hang your heart...
I broke every societal rule I could find;
just because, without any repercussions.
Until...Anxiety wormed its way into me.
I don't know how but I know why.
The bible and priest and nun always
said mortal sins meant eternal damnation!
I'm emotionally paralysed, can't breathe, trapped
in a moment of horror that feeds upon itself.
I'm lost inside my thoughts in twisty little passages.
Unable to move like a concrete image of myself.
I feel better now. The staff gives me medicine.
My thoughts are slower but not scary like before.
We have activities each hour on the hour. We get
to watch afternoon soaps. I love the nurses on TV.
"Tag, You're It!"
Watch out! watch out! there's a vampire about
He is hungry for blood there is no doubt.
The lights are low, the shadows are moving
He has found you, it is you he has chosen.
He taunts, he teases, does as he pleases
Sends spine chilling breezes that never ceases.
The urges inside him controls what he is doing
He's cold, calculated and emotionally unmoving.
Hearing the sound of fluttering wings
Your fear expels a blood curdling scream.
Boom! boom! boom! heart rate skyrockets high
Your asking yourself "Am I about to die?"
Moving in closer he whispers your name
Tormenting you with his sadistic game.
When suddenly he appears there in full view
Your body runs cold as he moves closer to you.
His hypnotic eyes, his voice sultry and calm
Your soon captivated by his mesmerising charm.
Your neck now exposed; what he wants is laid bare
Piercing your neck he feeds from your submitted despair.
No fight is given as your life drains away
Blood spattered sprays now on display.
His eyes vibrant red from the cells he has stolen
His belly now full from the jugular that's broken.
Your a heap on the floor but not quiet yet dead
The poison grows inside you and rapidly spreads
The changes are swift, your reflection has gone
Now hungry for blood another vampire is born.
04.10.23
the mother red fox
snuggles in warm den, feeds her kits...
a-oo-oo-oo-ooo
the owl in the tree
on a pitch dark moonless night ...
who-who-who-who-who
the mother red fox
says shhh, shhh, shhh, to the owl....
kits just wow, wow, wow
the crack of dawn breaks
a sunrise of red and blue ...
zzzzz, zzzz, silence speaks
I get a kick out of the whole song, "What Does The Fox Say"
but I dedicate my poem to "Fraka-kaka-kaka-kaka-kow"
Written February 21, 2014
Sponsor: Skat A
Contest: What Does The Fox Say
I did some research on the Red Fox and they make a sound
somewhat like the Tawny Owl and other trisyllabic sounds
like they are talking to each other..
They are mostly nocturnal
Not the sleek modern skyscrapers
Fragile, slim, standing tall
Catwalk queens of present times
But squat, imposing, solid built
Dowagers of a bygone age!
Forgotten memorials
Screaming, unheard, unseen
Proclaim of valor
In faded wars.
Winged griffins,
Gargoyles, Gods, Goddesses
Look down and stare
Mute remnants of majesty.
Verily Ozymandias comes to mind.
The lanes littered
With the birds, the bees and the beasts,
Kids both biped and quad
Suck hungrily at vestigial teats.
Pups latch on to a mother
Who’s long forgotten her own.
A crow feeds on the feast
Of rodent tripe.
And the statuary smiles on!
Form:
See the sure truth that now conspires,
Move that sane proof in grand attire.
Live this new day with laughter dear,
Love comes to play with message clear.
Sense joy profound that fills your soul,
Be sight and sound in passage whole.
Wit sings of pun when jest greets joy,
Feast where you run as quest meets ploy.
Time fills the space with mortal grief,
Heart seeds the trace of feelings brief.
Too soon the wick blown with the wind,
Moments now tick away unseen.
Coming feeds time as going will,
Static the rhymes that cannot fill.
By these sad shores the tragic toils,
Lust gathers more of foreign spoils.
All seems in vain if you must know,
Empty these gains that empty shows.
Leon Enriquez
20 April 2015
Singapore
A locomotive
Barreling through blizzard's tracks
The engines pump fiercely
Churning white skies into black
Hot with steamy rage
Its whistle screams into the air
Reminding all who hear it
A monster is drawing near
It doesn't care for winter
Or the snowdrifts piling on
It feeds on the very mountains
And breathes fire from their ore
And as darkness falls across the land
This train, keeps coming on
It's glowing eyes shining bright
Onto beds of steel and rock
I hear it in the distance, now
It wails into the night
And cast a chill right through me
More than the snow and ice
The ground begins to tremble
The air grows colder still
And I loathe that locomotive
That comes against my will
My bags I've packed with this and that
And family waits to send me off
Underneath the cold starlight
Where that train will soon be stopped
Then off to fight another fight
I've heard that call to arms
But it's this train I fear the most
For it takes me off to war
(Dedication: For Paul Callus)
Time and space dance
Sorrow meets cheer
Sync with tact
Joy ever fades
Nothing much remains
Dust gathers
Joy even tempts
Offers nothing new
Dinosaur bones
Charm feeds
Empty charade
No escapade
Charm leaks
Messy tirade
Lament in loss
Words come
Echoes fling
Not much done
Words leave
Takeaway noise
Not much gain
Write in rhymes
Sign a song
Mind the glitch
Write in lines
Reason a poise
Mind the route
End game pulse
Matching
Point for point
End game tense
Cleaning up
Awkward feel
Haiku nature
Senryu posture
Cinqku textures
Fibonacci pulse
Strain in void
Quantum creation
Leon Enriquez
10 Apr 2014
Singapore