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Beloved daughter dubbed "Munchkin",
an appellation engineered by "mother"
now evinces enviable survival skills,
this papa dismissed himself attaining,
and though sites set
to attain satisfactory income
courtesy asper keeping
your inherited Semitic
nose to the grindstone
(cute as a button)
toward fiercely dedicated
academic success to
acquire Bachelor's Degree
objective self instilled since "star student" -
(another moniker the missus aptly affixed)
amply proven successfully completing
undergraduate engineering degree
(a minor in je nais sais quois French),
this from storied high achieving Ivy League
University founded by Benjamin Franklin
this "sir" once again
applauds laudatory milestone,
and additionally acknowledges
sincere appreciation surrendering
veritable treasure trove
commestibles, toiletries, vitamins...
allowing unswerving selflessness
to kindle tears of utmost gratitude
figurative biological dice throw
now embarks upon admirable
self reliant (no batteries needed)
time tested personal conviction
proving steely mettle with panache,
despite fallings out
undermining rapport during yesteryear,
when dada felt important,
evinced kibitizing, pampering,
reading requested stories,
(yea even Harry Potter - now passe)
aware how mine debauchery,
who set poor flagrant example
posited ye to escape appalling
financial, emotional, spiritual...
domestic conditions
ye understandably
envisioning more ideal legal guardian,
asper loco parentis
thus parting equals bittersweet
sorrow for dada, whose bottled anger
directly linkedin to opprobrious
selfish misdeeds compromising
psychological welfare two precious progeny
whose presence provided joie de vivre,
and never wanted restraint imposed
maturing into an admirable young lady,
no matter sentiments towards me
poisoned by toxicity, whose
predilection to debilitating panic
undermined, restrained, quashed...
necessary needs and wants
to nourish healthiness...
despite aggravating, hellbent
nerve wracking time consuming
odiously infernal exhausting
drive to accept donations,
i.e. personal belongings...
dada doth care for thee!
I'm so thankful for each day when I awake to see the rising sun
Thanks to those who've forgiven me for wrongdoings that I've done
Also, I'm grateful for my three lovely daughters and my loving wife.
And those souls who gave me freedom often paying with their life.
I'm thankful that I had a career that gave me financial security
That helped put a roof over my head and provided for my family
And thankful for my many good friends who have watched my back
Who have supported me in my daily life and online from attack.
I'm thankful too for my sight to be able to see beauty all around
And for my hearing that enables me to hear the sweetest sound
Also, I'm thankful too that I found the ability for poetry to write
I've had a few lows over the years, but thankful I've done all right.
He puts on his brave mask, oozing CONFIDENCE
Walks with a SWAGGER in his gait, tilted FORWARD
SMILES broadly, whistling a HAPPY tune, as he
GREETS perfect strangers with a sunny 'GOOD MORNING'
Takes his accustomed seat on the train; views the
FINANCIAL news to scan the CRUCIAL developments
In the world of BUSINESS, his world, as he HURTLES
DOWNTOWN, to the land of SKYSCRAPERS, those
MAGNIFICENT monoliths, bastions of WEALTH and security
Now BRIMMING with enthusiasm, he EXUBERANTLY opens
The door to HIS OFFICE, logs on views his emails -- What's
this? -- "You've been replaced by a robot. HAVE A NICE DAY!"
20 so plus teacher educator's
Primed ready
Standing like naughty school children
in line
Patiently awaiting castigation
From the board , proud parent's and overlord's
Who firmly believe they can do what
they do only 20 time's better
Never actually having done the job itself
Or knowing what dedication or magnitude
that job entails
Who awaken daily realizing the teaching vocation
they choose to follow
Is in fact a thankless task made only hard
When it is implied that the job they are
doing
By those who should in fact be trying and providing
them with tool's in order to help them
Are actually rather sabotaging them instead
And has now left them pondering the
question
Why they even wanted or ever wished to get into
teaching in the 1st place
Because it certainly wasn't on the basis
of financial renumeration
More for the reward the satisfaction
the job brings
Seeing a child thrive and excell given
they may just only be the only person
In there life who actually support's and
allows them to dream and believe
they are achievable
As sadly not every child comes from
a loving happy home unfortunately
And may need a push in the right direction
in order to find there own self belief , confidence
and inner voice
So they may well 1 day in the not to
distant future find themselves empowered
enough
To eloquently not only be able to speak for
themselves
They endear themselves and speak for
the masses as well
Deserving and reverant enough to bare the moto
Poet of all the nation's people truly independent
And most precious above all else willing
to listen to both sides of any given story
Once upon a time, this obstinate beastie boy
(i.e. yours truly, or none other than me)
fought tooth and nail,
(hence the reason I wear dentures)
against maturation, and sought
self starvation as modus operandi.
Adept at balking,
plus delaying, stunting and thwarting
transitioning toward adulthood
(mine spindle shank legs
to show and tell as proof positive),
yours truly fell short
(and stymied physical growth
regarding lame rascal
with size nine little feet to boot)
never to attain requisite
emotional, financial,
and spiritual independence.
When mysterious processes
courtesy puberty foisted
one garden state variety
(think generic) *****sapiens
transformed puny young slip of a lad
into adolescent long haired
pencil necked geek,
the genetic blueprint
already sabotaged prospect
for musculoskeletal framework
to attain maximum potential.
As an extremely shy,
(nay socially withdrawn prepubescent person)
strong aversion awoke toward segueing
from docile average non prodigal son
into grownup with
attendant responsibilities thereof.
Fast forward decades later
namely July fourteenth two thousand twenty,
when self condemnation
laments forsaking positive growth processes
(ordinary run of the mill bodily changes)
indeed nsync with linkedin social development.
never could this baby boomer papa –
lviii orbitz round mister sun as I write while wife
at present (takes her siesta) imagine
dragons, killer Queen Latifah countless ways,
thee first of deux daughters
would in vite learning how to comprehend
unfamiliar infant siren ear splitting strife
and mandatory pronto reception,
unwittingly ineluctably altering my life
prior to parturition of our eldest heiress,
ah wanna let
chew in on a bit about mess elf
before becoming a papa
no emotional, financial,
nor physical obligation dim manned did
obliged, nor required this bard **** to in debt
any of his waking and sleeping second,
minute, quotidian hour,
et cetera on behalf of another person Yukon bet
char sweet bippy, that despite initial onset
of anticipatory anxiety (no pet
tee personal issue; burping baby,
diapering, swaddling, et cetera fermi person
easily got shucked off), hitherto
didst any phenomena until then
force displacement of personal habits
to become secondary, and obviously,
seriously visibly up set
status quo, where embedded fixations
housed within this scribe
required reassignment of tasks
until salient event forced him to vet
any less important issues
to an unspecified future
date and/or time, which role
i.e. forsook luxury sans,
affordable focus on me,
and immediately didst force crash course
to keep figurative whet
stone sharp every waking
and sleeping moment of me life, yet....
though a crash course imposed role
viz immediate adjustment of mister mom
(which obviously necessitated significant sacrifice
upon the head of this major Tom)
never before until that juncture
such selfless experience ever met,
but in retrospect salutary outcome
found thoughts linkedin whereby
time never divided, partitioned,
or sectored off to another livingsocial being
I never took care of an infant,
when her crying heard
yet, the birth of E_ L_ H_ incurred
(born at Bryn Mawr Hospital),
All a mirage, an aberrant illusion
acceptance in America
professionally, socially
we even became sought-after marriage partners…
Educated people seemed to appreciate us
to value us, to turn to us for advice
We became country clubbers, jet-setters
priding ourselves in having ‘them’ as good friends
Leaving our hallowed traditions far, far behind
we melted perfectly into the melting pot
secure in our newfound prosperity
comfortable in the halls of power
Before too long, we had become ‘them’
indistinguishable our values from theirs
our temple services, organ and all, like theirs
their food became our food, their sons our sons-in-law
their daughters, the mothers of our grandchildren…
And sure enough, soon enough, ‘they rebelled’
for we had drawn too close, we invaders
and they began to talk among themselves of our outsized ‘influence’
of our ‘domination’ of the financial professions
all the old canards…
And now that they have snapped
we are once again no longer wanted
no longer do we frequent their inner circles
we are openly excluded, cursed at, spat at, assaulted
Not to overdramatize what, after all, is to be expected
we will be leaving soon
we, the ever-wandering Jews
it was all an illusion
To watch a person full of greed
is such an awful thing to see
never satisfied always want more
no contentment never being free
No amount of financial riches
is ever enough to fulfill them
like Oliver they just want more
unhappy with their creme de la creme
This greed begins to eat them inside
effecting their mind emotions and heart
chewing them away nothing good left
if only they would go back to start
If they would only just realise
that one brings in at birth nothing
at death they can't take any out
but in between can show something
Something that benefits their fellow man
living a life of kind loving thoughts
looking out for others not just self
this worth more than all golden pots
Park bench encounter
Old man staring;
Faraway look
~~~~~~~~~
Financial district
Business downturn;
By this fringe
~~~~~~~~~
Stormy evening
Rain flows like oil;
Lightning dazzles
~~~~~~~~~
Lift landing
Blank faces congregate;
Alone together
~~~~~~~~~
Wind on my face
Rushing home;
Rain water wets
~~~~~~~~~
Somnolent interlude
Cricket musical;
Deep dark night
~~~~~~~~~
One by one
Bougainvilleas wither;
Floral carpet
~~~~~~~~~
Pre-war terrace house
Old time architecture;
Four bougainvillea pots
~~~~~~~~~
Bus stop crowd
Two others plus me;
A long wait
~~~~~~~~~
Chinese barbecue pit
Chinese roast meat shop;
Long customer queue
~~~~~~~~
Unique antiques
Old proprietor smiles;
Curious shop sign
~~~~~~~~~
Fashion parade
Glamour girls waltz;
Runway postures
~~~~~~~~~
Beer and buzz
Evening outing;
Boozy conversations
~~~~~~~~~
Parkway passage
Playground gossip;
Maids chatter
~~~~~~~~~
Hymn of morning
Birdsong choral;
Lost in translation
~~~~~~~~~
Huge ancient tree
Witness to change;
Silent sentinel
~~~~~~~~~
Humid overtures
Sun without wind;
Temperature runs riot
~~~~~~~~~
Chit-chat moment
Old lady neighbour;
Market trip
~~~~~~~~~
Weary legs struggle
Heavy load in tow;
Footsteps homeward
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
24 June 2016
Singapore
2025.2.19
Conflict of interest.
Since when did I start facing that?
Why did it happen all the time?
Did I have its meaning misinterpreted?
Was there a term to describe,
How, all of a sudden,
You felt some things in life,
Like they have reached the end of their lines.
Every day, I struggle, pleasure or pressure,
Physical or mental, medical or financial,
Exhausted travelling to enjoyed playing the piano,
Attempted paying non-PBS medicines
To drain my non-existing saving.
Tried hard to remember the music,
Ended up with headache.
Used the sustain's pedals,
Ended up hurting my leg's muscles.
Once, I had to juggle
To visit my friend in hospital,
And assisted the doctors
To understand his medical conditions,
Or to help my mother in finishing,
Her Birthday wishes wordings.
For nearly two decades,
I survived without money.
Did I have any of it?
By chance, I found this place,
Since then I could relax a bit,
Of the finance's issue.
Where I visited and what I did there
Was quite legistimate and fair,
It was heaven when you had fun,
But it became hell when you were done.
I did quite alright until last year,
I decided to give all that a miss,
When I meet and spend time with you.
You did not influence me nor knew anything about it.
It was my own decision and
There was big conflict of interest.
How did it happen?
Well, it gave me financial secure,
Whereas I was on nine clouds,
When you were around.
Now everything ended,
Your friendship and my finance.
I did not and would not blame you.
There was no obligation on your part,
Purely was my personal decision.
I accepted and did not regret it.
Last but not least, it has happened lately,
When someone promised to help me
More about the Poetry website,
Then he disappeared, no contact, not in person, nor on line.
Therefore, everytime I logged in,
First thing appeared on my screen,
Was someone being an active "Follower",
I had to figured out how to get around,
To log in properly and ended up spending lot of time.
I was wondering, if I touched the botton,
"Unfollow" next to the follower's name,
What would happen then?
Should I just remove it and get on with it.
Have I defined correctly the meaning of Conflict of Interest?