Long Feisty Poems
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Lift lovely lines
Dance daze divine
Feel finesse fine
Frame form fiery
Drool deed dreamy
Zeal zooms zesty
Loiter long looks
Browse blurry books
Niche nurtures nook
Do define day
Speak simple say
Prime profound play
Charm cheery choice
Verb vibrant voice
Plot prudent poise
Love lingers light
Forge freedom's flight
Seek sanguine sight
Glimpse gracious gift
Seek subtle sift
Lofty lines lift
Keep knocking kind
Mould middle mind
Sure symbols sign
Spread succinct stay
Please power play
Crush crumbling clay
Touch tender times
Create calm chimes
Reap roomy rhymes
Crisp clever core
Yield younger yore
Live lasting lore
Ask apt achieve
Brine big belief
Rest ripe relief
Plot puzzles ploy
Treasure treats toy
Jazz jumpy joy
Dream dazzles daze
Line little laze
Cheer crazy craze
Grimace grabs glitz
Bear blooming blitz
Free foamy fritz
Hurl hurting hate
Feel flashy fate
Drill dreary date
Free feisty fool
Plunge precious pool
Stream sensuous spool
Worry wears wax
Trick trouble's tax
Lines loiter lax
Dig deeper domes
Rich rivers roam
Thrill telling tomes
See special sights
Nurture new nights
Live limpid lights
Deem distance dream
Seek simple scheme
Touch thrilling theme
Seize saving spells
Touch tender tell
Dance dizzy dwell
Leon Enriquez
21 November 2014
Singapore
Once a girl, feeling too much.
Barely able to cope with her anxiety.
The unending feeling of disaster haunting her waking moments, setting the mood for the day.
Unable to stand the constant fright.
A pill to dull the fear and unending doom.
But she changed, learning and becoming stronger.
No longer needing something to dull the thoughts, she is strong enough to try again.
Emotions rushing in like water rushing over a broken dam.
Who is this girl so different from years of numbness?
Is this the girl who she had once been?
Feisty, headstrong, organized, with the attention span of a squirrel, and sensitive?
Words seem to fail me when I try to explain how I feel.
The feeling of being so close to my natural personality.
The feeling of having emotions and not being numb.
Now a girl learning herself again.
We all want to have the perfect shape, the media
Are at fault, they use the young as their tool,
Making some gents and ladies look like a fool,
Whether young and feisty or facetious and bold,
Or middle aged with a tummy that can’t help but fold,
Maybe trendy, adventurous, getting a little old
The mirror in horror tells us, we need to diet a lot,
Or join the army of the overweight and be forgot.
There are there those that take notice of the media
And those who don’t, and those that don’t have to care,
They look good all the time whatever they wear.
Then on the next advertisement on the highway,
A Wimpy advert as large as life,
Two waffles for the price of one, syrup, loads of cream,
Some do resist, but for many of us a delicious dream,
Does our will power and choice not come into play,
We visit Wimpy today, and tomorrow is another day,
What the heck, we only live once, we are tempted,
How many times a diet have we attempted,
We give in, our husband admires a slim gal,
Our wife flirts with her boss,
So, eat to live and not live to eat,
We should look at a waffle as a reward, a fine treat,
And look in the mirror and feel proud of our shape,
From the grip of the media we therefore escape,
'I'm heading home to my love, an absolute dish!'
Just for a while
The flowers smile
As colours style
Just for a day
Let work be play
In strokes that stay
Just for a time
Heed music chimes
That string fine rhymes
Just ease your mind
In cheery binds
As heart now finds
Just learn to be
Wise and bubbly
As you can be
Just sing a song
Now sweet and strong
Soul in your song
Just learn to know
What love can sow
In feisty flow
Just till your mind
Reap thoughts that sign
Plots that you find
Just learn to be
A man that sees
All things lovely
Just live your best
In jazzy fest
That spark true zest
Just love and live
A heart that gives
In lifetime brief
Just speak and tell
To cast a spell
That ever dwells
Leon Enriquez
20 November 2014
Singapore
Friday evening flight,
A touch of urgency,
Changi Airport Terminal One.
Check-in smoothly,
Baggage and all,
A trip Down Under.
Three souls plus one,
Baby in tow plus three adults,
An outback escapade.
A commercial air flight,
Departs near eleven pm,
A journey far away from here.
Baby knows best,
Snuggles and sleeps,
Enjoy the flight with attitude.
Six thousand miles,
To kangaroo land,
High above the clouds traverse.
We feel unease across the miles,
Bear with the far stretch,
Crisp moods to match.
Singapore to Melbourne,
Disembark for stopover checks,
Catch another flight.
Domestic flyaway,
Brief burger meal,
Jumping Jack's respite.
An hour away,
Melbourne to Canberra,
Arrival at last.
Watch who comes to fetch,
Two fathers, two sons,
Two mothers, two husbands.
The baby awakes now,
Squeals briefly cute,
Sonic boom percolates.
Car ride to the house,
Edge of suburbia,
Neat assorted houses.
Unpack luggages,
Takeout Chinese dinner,
Fatigue funds sleep.
Too much excitement,
Weary souls slip, slide, sleep,
Fatigue frames feisty food.
Leon Enriquez
29 April 2018
Canberra, Australia
“Zest is the secret of all beauty.
There is no beauty that is attractive without zest.” ~ Christian Dior
I look around in wonderment
The sun is shunning bright
A feisty breeze flirts with my hair
I breathe with a rhythmic beat
My heart keeps up the tempo…
So why not I live my life zestfully!
A smile hovers around my lips
There’s a twinkle in my eyes
There’s a bounce in my step
and I am humming a tune all right…
So why not I live the day zestfully!
Lo, there’s love in the air
romance lurking in every corner
where every step has a dance
and a melody on every lips…
So why not I live the moment zestfully!
~05/12/23
~Contest: Writing Challenge 'Z' words
~Sponsor: Constance La France
(Dedication: For Ann and Serene)
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Ann and Serene create with flair
Cupcakes plus cream as frolic airs;
Choice follows poise in baking spree
As oven noise whiffs fragrance free;
Such fond delights frame fancy here
With awesome sights that favour cheer;
Goodies and more in ample show
As poignant core funds happy glow;
Fun allows touch of magic moves
With creamy fudge in cupcake grooves;
So quickly now brisk baking chores
Bring us somehow a grand encore;
Coffee panache and taste galore,
Carrot cake plush plus ever more;
Two sisters bake a lovely spread
In one good take that tastes so great;
So here we are as cupcakes greet
Our happy stars with joy we meet;
One for the road with joyful taste
As pleasure loads our treasured haste;
This bakers' tale unveils a truth
How love prevails with profound proof;
Words cannot cope to tell enough
Of cupcake scope in sensuous stuff;
I eat with glee such feisty foods:
Fond treats I see that cheers my mood!
Leon Enriquez
03 August 2016
Singapore
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree—
A belle crooning nature’s glee,
Splendorous as seasons’ glory.
A ballad of resplendent spring
In stanzas cherry-blossom pink
Uplifting moods of lovers
Lost in heart-shaped leaves
Fluttering soft lavender breeze
Arousing romantic appeal
In fuchsia hues of redbud trees.
A verse of feisty summer winds
Swaying beats of majestic oak
Rustling big-leaf maple trees
Hosting dance of perky sparrows
Choreographing mating tempo--
Magnolia’s white blooms evoke.
A lyric of autumn’s aspirations
Scripting chorus in blazing colors,
Red, orange, purple, yellow,
On maple, hickory, birch, sycamore,
Strumming strings of alluring refrains--
Rhythms waltzing fervid meadows.
A cadent song of winter’s chill
Shuddering vibes of barren trees
Yet, charmingly pretty as can be
When snowflakes gently falling
Invoke tunes of season’s greetings
Crowning tips of ornamental twigs
As hearts’ melodies merrily sing.
February 7, 2020
Placed 1st: Famous poetic lines 2 poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
“I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree” by Joyce Kilmer
HM: Strand select H contest by Brian Strand
Laugh more not less for joy comes round,
Ask for the light as love floods space;
Voice as you bless these sacred grounds,
Indulge fond sight with streams of grace;
Sense a deep feel that offers peace,
Hope for the best as blessings come.
Live well the thrills of lovely lease,
Opt feisty zest to simply sum;
Verse profound thoughts that sparkle fest,
Etch mellow feel as glimpses show.
Look beyond plot to anchor jest,
Ends now reveal a touch that knows;
Art in good time can tell much more,
Prize words that rhyme with healthy core,
See surge of chimes that flood your stores.
Leon Enriquez
14 April 2019
Singapore
Like a volcanic deluge
a noble golden amber and ruby
exotic lunar mirror
hangs suspended in the horizon.
Attractive and inviting
it decorates the heavens
worlds necessity
warming the ground
and baking our skin
giving light and life
enhancing each fragrant morning bud.
Radiant its feisty angry glow
ignites the sky
pouring trillions of bright reflections
to dance and swirl upon our waters
seas rippling calm or waves crashing down
each droplet becomes perfect diamond.
An exquisite performance
mind consuming until
silhouette dissolves days fever
and interrupts delight
for Earth natural satellite
moon to take centre stage.
Our sun departs
but never repents
nor forgets to return
to tender our world
once more.