Long Feisty Poems
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Humid and hot this April strain
Hurls heavy slot of flu refrains
Here and there see May's fumbling pains
With coughing spree and choking gains.
The viral bug wanders around
With feisty tug that wrestles ground.
Sudden and swift the dizzy fit
Of viral drift in trampled bits.
Runny nose leaks like a loose tap
As flu bug tweaks a flushing gap.
Sea of faces at the clinic
Where sick places join queue static.
The flu bug makes the muscles ache,
Pain swirls and shakes as unease stakes.
This coughing bout makes bronchial fuzz
As phlegm comes out in sickly buzz.
May now unfolds such numbing ways
When leaky cold marks lousy play.
So lie here still as drugs bring rest
To cure this ill and bring back zest.
Leon Enriquez
02 May 2016
Singapore
Sitting in disbelief feeling anger and grief,
as if I’d wish the worst or place a curse
On people with more worth
while I’m trying to turn a leaf.
Why would I hurt after I did desert
but now want to seek a connection reconnect
and forget the complications.
I’m winning the war with depression,
not now imprisoned, have spirit re-risen,
resumed the seat where life’s driven,
at present new with a ribbon ripping
through resolute to be ridden of a reaper,
repeatedly defeated and standing to beat back
to brake and crack out this black world all about me.
I’ve got eternal bouts about me
bound to break free these boundaries,
slowly heading back in your direction
but it’s out of my hands and that does my head in,
I’m not perfection,
misreading the text of a dream in which no harm’s done
but I’m speaking it with a lack of charm, dumb.
I wish the best for them,
need more wisdom in what I say,
your baby could be born on my birthday,
reserved for me but I'd share it proudly,
if born that day it'll have worth to me,
you misinterpret the words you read,
as if I'd want pain or hearts to bleed,
if I'd talked it out it would be different indeed,
you'd see it was warm and loving, what I wish for thee.
That broken thread I want to mend
as I ascend from the black, never ending,
now again I’m on the gain
playing and winning the game,
I’m a fighter with more fiest than can be,
forever feisty to fight free and free I’ll be.
Stupid to say it and I'm sorry,
but know you missinterpret its means,
MLK didn't have this with his dreams,
that's a joke out of nerves it seems.
I'm still the me you'd see,
when you see, if you do, I'll say sorry.
I am me
The fierce and feisty one
The fragile one
The one that needs to be loved
That needs protection
That needs to be shielded from a world and some men that think I am a punching bag, a possession
That can be owned
That feels if I have a shred of independence I am a threat
That my life is worth absolutely nothing
When will it be enough?
Why should days like this be planned in order to scream my WORTH
To ECHO my value
I am but just a carrier of your sons and daughters
I am sometimes just the linked that holds the entire family together
I need to be treasured and not cut down
Or broken down by the person I once held dear
That once meant the world to me
Respect me enough to let me go if freedom is what I crave for
Don't cut my life short, don't scar me for life just because I don't love you anymore
Be a man that will do better with the next WOMAN
Break the cycle; not the Queen!
*Dedicated to all the women who suffered under Gender Base Violence*
Fortunately, this family friendly function,
finds me festive and not feisty in my fifties.
Forgive me if I am not the first
and you may have figured out,
that the fact-finding letter "F"
is my favorite letter
of the alphabet.
There are three thousand words
that start with the letter "F"
to which one hundred and ninety-one
are four letter words.
And like most of us,
coming from a foul mouth family,
I'm pretty sure we used
every one of them.
Now this is not football,
you must be full of fiber and feces
if you think I'm going to fumble.
Now! When it comes to women.
My fantastic fantasies and fascination
of the fine figures of the female form.
My favorite fun-loving fiancée
who I met at a Fountain?
was the final finish of a fetish.
Where I use to
find'em fix'em and forget'em.
I’m upset with smug Peter Pig
Who’d promised we could dance a jig
But spies my bent trotter
Gets nasty - the rotter
I call him an ignorant prig!
I’ve got a disability
But nothing will ever stop me
I’m a feisty young sow
So I'll never kowtow
Swing dancing makes me so happy
How quickly I'd learned how to dance -
Six lessons from my cousin Lance
When I dance Lindy Hop
I just don’t want to stop
My dancing may lead to romance
Young Percy took me by the hand
Well trotter; but you’ll understand
When we danced the pig jive
He made me feel alive
We’re dating now, life is just grand!
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03/13/22
Dreamy dazzle dance dear
See swirling spiral spheres
Easy echoes endear
Arouse apt ancient art
Prize primal playing parts
Seize sensuous succinct start
Lean looks lift lasting light
Rest rooms real rapture's right
Troubles tease tensile tight
Be beyond bursting blame
Nurture nimble nice name
Seek soaring sounds self same
Hurting hurls heavy heart
Ample asking aids art
Sign sad stormy soiled start
Love lives lonely lifetimes
Reach rustic roomy rhymes
Choose clever crafty chimes
Pleasure prompts plying price
Seeker starves sensuous spice
Id inking itchy ice
Zealous zooming zesty
Free flow freezing feisty
Random roaming rusty
Mindful moves make much more
Sure steady splendour spores
Appeal astounds adore
Leon Enriquez
18 March 2015
Singapore
It's Saturday morning and still dark as night
My pursuit continues in the pale moonlight
I’ve baited my hook and I’ve cast just right
I eagerly await in the glow of dawn's light
I've been noticed by a few but not seen by all
A few ducks arrive, giving their migratory call
A sneaky little muskrat comes swimming right in
He's stealthy and quiet, then erupts a loud din.
Silence was broken when geese honk in shout
I hear a feisty crane, chasing seagulls all about
The sun has risen to announce the start of day
Still no bites on my hook, not even a nibble to play
I'll bait it once more. He wiggles as I throw him in
Will they bite on a worm or do I need a lure that spins
Whatever the outcome, there's a conclusion I reached
I’ll rig up one last time, using a squirmy black leach
Drifting off I close my eyes into slumber,
I hear the voices in my head,
Calling to me in the distance.
The static of the noise is deafening.
The room is blinding bright,
As the light comes into the room.
I hear the faint whispering of their voices and,
Then I see glimpses of the past.
I hear the warnings and I see her,
The one who invades my dreams.
I feel as if I'm between two worlds.
I hear your voice warning me,
They are coming.
I'm jolted awake,
I remember everything,
Why I'm here and why they hid me.
She's protecting me.
It's the black hand.
They know I'm carrying our child,
The future God of War.
I'm awake Father Zeus,
Please send Cam and Aries.
Lauren, they're almost there.
How is my Grand daughter?
Oh she is gonna be very powerful,
And she is feisty.
Then I see a bright light and
I run into the arms of my love.
Looking into the eyes of my protector,
I kiss never wanting to let go.
Come, Olympus calls us.
The graveyard tenants,
who serenely rest,
to this day,
upon this sacred site--
On Hallow's Eve,
will resurrect
to celebrate
the frightmonsterous
of holiday delights.
When the night settles,
with its moon
pulsatin' gloom--
witches fly high,
with Autumn's breeze
and cackle
while swirlin' round
on their enchanted,
witty-brooms.
But first, they'll have
to reconvene
and conjure up--
their Kooky, Goulash Bash-
equal to none.
Twelve bats with gnats,
nine toads, well crushed.
Stir it six times--
then P O O F, it's done.
Children stay calm--
please, do not fret nor cry;
For you might miss
this Zany spooky night.
So listen carefully and watch--
you're sure to hear
the Werewolves howl,
when Frankenstein
comes stumpin' by with fright.
The mummy's wrappings
will come undone.
In shameful places, he's usually
missin' Humongous chunks.
He'll ask to borrow,
from his mummy wife--
her S n a p p y girdle--
to cover half of his
exposed behind.
Dracul flies in always late.
His fifty brides suspect--
he's out, again--'taste-samplin'
the blood of every virgin maid.
This just can't be....
the Old Bat has no game.
So Igor prays--no one sees
his Soy-sauce drippin' fangs or
self-made, kissed smudged cape.
When he f l a p s in--
there'll be....
a Horrid, Terrible S p a t.
For centuries now--
they've drained the moat,
replaced cobwebs--
and even fed
his feisty rats with
mangy dungeon cats.
That's how
the castle chores--
have always gotten done.
Both servants,
Renfield and Igor Hide--
as soon as he--
their master, flies--
to chase town belles....
when it grows dark.
Zombies
will soon initiate-
the hunts and in games--
Goblins, Spooks
and Monsters
jovially anticipate.
Most dance and sing--
while others growl--
till cry.
Just like we humans do--
they also react to things
that they don't like.
Some pranks can scare--
but, done just for smiles.
It'll be the B e s t
Frightacular Night--
they'll have....
in a....long....long while.
Dawn hurls feisty
Shadows fly fast;
Light grooms sight
Heavy eyelids
Sleepy, jerky knees;
Awkward notions
Rise and shine now
Greet dear sunny;
Sure miracle
Overnight rain
Wet walkway paths;
Tai-Chi dancers
Movement trancelike
Set of slow steps;
Martial ballet
Surge of feeling
In tight moving;
Poignant dancing
Serious business
This martial sway;
Calming figures
Simple fanfare
Stray passers-by;
Curious onlookers stare
Sea view from above
Twenty storeys high;
Skyline pavilions
Skyscraper toothpicks
Poking the air;
Concrete contrast
Leon Enriquez
01 May 2014
Singapore