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Suffering through the pangs of writer's block
A blank page awaits my poetic ink
Like a rose waiting to bloom
The words will become the budding link
Forming poetic petals where beauty looms
The first letter hits the page
And my poetic canvas will impart
imagery and meaning, setting the stage
For a beautiful work of art
I plunge into the finer details
Trying to fine tune my rhymes
And then I will unveil
this canvas, and my words will chime
I gather up my words patiently
Towards my artistic goal
It's a joy that sets me free
And a work of art to satisfy my soul
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5-19-18
Theme- I Gather Up My Words
Contest: Let Your Pen Drip
Sponsor: Broken Wings
'Round three in the morning I wake
to see that it's time for my break.
I can hardly wait
to keep my sweet date-
I bounce out of bed and then take
my flashlight with me to the fridge
to bring Irish creme- just a smidge-
to my special place,
a real quiet space
where I and my date can abridge
the writes that I worked on that day.
And so, with my Muse and her stay,
with sips of our drink,
we each share a wink
and fine-tune my words right away.
An hour or so and we're done;
I'm bleary, but still, it was fun!
That sweet Irish creme
had sharpened my beam!
Now back to my sleep till the sun.
So this is the vice that I love-
which I find so hard to rid of.
This 'amphetamine'
to thoughts, adds a sheen-
me, Baileys, and Muse up above!
She's sleek, elegance style her strive every
creation her beauty turn heads
Don't matter, big or small; love knows no
boundaries of sophisticated curves
She's hardcore independent dying be pamper
Cosmetic work of art in fine tune
Skin dripping heat of passion to love
Touch her nails gash sensation urge
To touch her soul, feel for want desires
cries freedom while looking for peace
Heart, pounding thirst she thrives quenching
She's lost, always searching her existence
Beauty of grace, extravaganza to existing
Why her soul weep lonely behind the grin
missing arms of tender love
The woman, creation to life and man but
to herself the image in the mirror
Down deep, fury awaits scorn mischief hidden
Beware, bite can be vicious or love like friend
Master your time
Value the experience from your school days
Your School seemed tough
You were determined enough
Success was always running through your mind
The concepts became a challenge
The knowledge was a privilege
It felt like hard knocks
A like it or not
Teachers taught
While you listened
Quiz’s and tests had you on pins and needles
You studied, researched and mattered
Here you are on Graduation Day
Hooray
Family proud moment
You doubted
Yet your succeeded
You will leave from various schools
Taking with you all the schools learning tools
Always believe in yourself
Don’t depend on anybody else
Keep up with your skills and always fine tune them
You know by now the S and A
Success and Accomplishment
Your hallmark for life
You achieved both
You went through the educational oath
You will walk through your school doors for the last time
But it is not goodbye, but always remember
Sometimes visit and reflect on you during your school years
Always share your memories with others
Schools out
Continue learning about
Succeed is written all through you
Continue to pursue and follow through
Relish your reward and be proud
This is your time allowed
Life now and forever
Head Up and step out
Throw your Graduation hat and Tassel in honor
You did well
I honor you graduates
Go out and use what you learned.
NONPARALLEL NATURE
Novel Nature notifying nobility
Overwhelming opulence of resources to explore.
Nonparallel nonpareil
Pretty precise in perfect purity
Amazing astounding administrative affinity.
Rustic raw yet rolling on refinement
Attaining artistic adaptive ability
Liberal Law of Nature supernal
Lovely lovable luminous in diversity of life.
Emancipating eccentric ecstasy.
Leading smartest role in stirring emotions
Nurture Nature for future.
Alluring attracting your kinship to Nature.
Twined turbulence and tranquility.
Undaunted unconquerable unbounded unique ubiquity
Radical rational reasonable reality.
Enhancing evolution on excitement enrapturing, exulting admiration.
07/12/19
Contest on 'FINE TUNE THIS COLLABORATION'
Sponsor Line Gauthier
I'm sitting pretty biding my time
Staying real quiet towing the line,
For President Biden, that lovely old man
Playing the game as only I can.
Why make loud waves, somehow act up,
When everything soon will fall in my lap,
Quiet will do it, with a giggle or two,
Hold my cards close and see this thing through.
Joe barely knows and doesn’t much care
When all he can muster is the 50 yard stare,
Once a great man now just a shell
Hell of a shame he can't hear the bell.
Time is my friend for as every week passes,
The closer I get to those fawning masses,
Cheering me on as I take our great oath
Sealing my path, cementing my growth.
Joe's a mere tool I’ll use till I'm ready,
But it needs to be soon as he's ever less steady,
Have him beat Trump, that foul mouthed buffoon,
Then on to dear Joe who shan't be immune.
The Media will gush, but just for a bit,
While I contentedly wait and quietly sit,
One gaffe way too many, they'll call for his head,
And here am I ready to jump in instead.
Madam President, sure has a ring,
A fine tune Beyonce will conjure and sing,
As to the fact I wasn't elected,
Who cares if it's me that must be selected.
For those that once doubted my
inscrutable skills,
It gives me the goosebumps and even the chills,
I socked it to Hillary and Trumped the great chump,
So call me Kamala, the Queen and a Champ.
Style a fond smile each moment now,
Touch a deep thrill in spite of pain;
Yield cheer worthwhile as joy endows,
Live how you feel but not in vain;
Explore the seed that prompts the truth.
Fine tune the ease where poise primes well,
Observe the need for vivid proof;
Note lucid peace that comes to dwell,
Discern the name of beauty then,
Sense a full bloom and time to shine;
Move then from blame to factual when,
Ink words that groom what's yours and mine;
Love brings bold grace that funds your choice,
Embrace fond face in primal voice.
Leon Enriquez
24 August 2015
Singapore
Line of inquiry:
blessings from above
transformed lust to love
delusion to illumination
earth-heaven bilocation
When darkness consumes my lost mind,
I turn to blessings from the blind.
To escape ego's flame of lust,
tones of zen my soul yearns to find.
Before my heart fades into rust,
I turn to spirits I can trust.
Fake guides try to lead me astray,
but I burn their words into dust.
In my delusions, demons play,
begging for me to let them stay.
I close my eyes and seek the light.
Angels appear to show the way.
In serene peace my soul takes flight,
entranced, my mind now feels delight.
Spanning spheres of stars and the moon,
astral visions kindle so bright.
As my breaths begin to fine tune,
heart sparkles like twilight at noon.
Sacred sighs sway from the wreckage,
in rebirth, I leave this cocoon.
Jenna’s Saloon on Soup Creek
Tania, Deb, Kim, Constance, Belle
Darlene, Connie, Paula as well
Work for Jenna in her saloon
Waiting on tables in fine tune.
Singing as customers are served
All things abnormal are observed
The gals listen to what goes on
Reporting all to Mayor Tom.
The saloon’s a place to relax
Where the regulars meet and chat
With plenty to drink and to eat
A night at Jenna’s is a treat.
Sheriff Koplin, David the Ranger
They watch over any stranger
Who is maybe looking for loot
Or someone they may wish to shoot.
Onto trouble, sharp as a knife
Is gambler Milton, faster than light
Deputy sheriff Michael Tor
And Prospector Pete on his horse.
Of Blacksmith Rees rogues be aware
He's got ultra hot furnace where
They'll find themselves burnt if they dare
Bestow folk mischief or despair.
But hey ho when the day is done
Everyone is out to have fun
Laughter, singing, it’s never bleak
At Jenna’s saloon on Soup Creek.
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1st September 2022
It’s late August, and there are some hot days yet ahead. The heating system of the earth has gotten the word. It is time to start down shifting to lower temperatures. Such orders are clearly understood by Mr. Summer. He has to share the climate stage with Miss Autumn.
Standing ready for their commanding orders are the weeds and the seeds.
Flowers and trees are listening, as are beautiful birds and honey bees.
Ants and squirrels gather and store their harvest, but continue to feed.
Nature’s bells slowly ring as summer’s Season begins to recline and recede.
I whisper a prayer about our many creeds, selfish deeds, and our greed.
May we pause and calm ourselves like the creatures and trees of nature.
May we fine tune our hearts and open our ears to hear that clarion sound.
May we respond to Creation’s King, and experience a ‘Selah Season’*
08252016 cj PS (*Selah, a Hebrew word indicating a musical pause)