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Premium Member Light

Light firms sure sight with joy that charms,
Intuit a feel of happy daze;
Glimpse path of flight where cheer now farms,
Health works a thrill in blurry maze;
Touch that deep surge of movement here.
Forge a grand theme to gain sure frame,
Rest that fond urge in senses clear;
Oblige the dream that fires bold flame,
Make what you will of certain change.
Love does endear a profound thought,
Ignite the thrill beyond things strange;
Give way to cheer that earns a lot,
Heal with love bold that primes true fate,
Trust truth to hold that glorious date.




Leon Enriquez
03 December 2015
Singapore
Form: Sonnet


Premium Member Wall Street

 
The New York Exchange is located on Wall Street.
Here in Lower Manhattan, business people meet.
Between opening and closing bells in each day’s course,
millions of corporate shares are traded on this bourse.
As company equities change hands on the Big Board,
investors from all over seek to reap their reward.

Whenever there are more participants who buy,
the prices of company stocks can go quite high.
Some large fortunes can be made when “buy” is the word.
Then it is a question of common or preferred.
However, when orders are coming in to sell,
falling stock prices to some people can be hell.
Do not always panic if bad occurs here.
Handsome rewards can come to those who persevere.

There is always that “quick killing” people want to see.
Those things are more fiction than fact, unfortunately.
Making money can be a true realization.
You must be in for the long run, not speculation.
Seek the successful firms for capitalization.
Knowledge and patience are what all people should know.
If you want to gamble, go to a casino.
Form: Didactic

Premium Member Sacred Space

Stillness prompts peace where freshness airs,
Apt streams of light sparkle and shine;
Calm mellows ease with succinct flair,
Rich lavish sights cast moments fine;
Embrace fond chimes where love makes whole,
Dance and dream well of wonder's grace.
Silence brings rhymes to touch deep soul,
Prize sacred tell in poignant space;
Ascend true flight with waves of joy,
Choice firms bold poise as finesse crafts;
Enlist thought right in glimpse of plot.
Noise dilutes voice in makeshift draft,
Observe bright tints of happy finds,
Word thus grand mint as feel moves mind.




Leon Enriquez
07 April 2018
Singapore
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Visual Collage

Verse tells of poise where feel firms sight
Ink stains bind choice in the clear light


Sense a warm glow as feel meets thought
Urge joy to show in simple lot


Aim for fond writes that cast fine spell
Love now can cite a profound dwell


Cheer floods the way with happy craze
Opt thus each day to quest life's maze


Light prospers sight that joy may grow
Live with soul flight in poignant flow


Apt voice of wit frames humour grand
Glimpse how zest fits your ways dear friend 


Etch words worthwhile that tell stern tale
Veer with a smile as faith avails


End with bright tints that sparkle clear
Reap wonder's mint in lovely cheer


See that you see how pain breeds gain
Each man must be mindful not vain


Last light now falls upon the gate
Attest how gall can mellow fate


Embrace fond fest as love funds spree
Zoom journey quest with soul set free




Leon Enriquez
19 October 2018
Singapore
Form: Couplet

His hairstyle was a work of art -I

Donald Trump, ever a worthy upstart,
Proclaims his hairstyle 'a work of art'.
While losing battles on the Strait of Hormuz,
His whole attention shifts to Hairmuz.

He, deeply concerned for his thinning thatch,
Tries hard to hide his patchy patch— 
That soon turns to national discourse and main event,
Those locks and curls—what a mane event!
 
Whether or not his new style’s flattering,
It might lift his standing, currently tattering.
Or that, at least, is what he thinks—
A motor mouth who never blinks.

Expert in making statements hair-raising,
And speculations so hair-splitting,
His folks have forgotten the economy,
His wonky ways, and foreign policy.

Expert in making statements hair-raising
And speculations hair-splitting,
His folks have forgotten economy,
Warts on his ways, or foreign policy.

What’s the message that people might follow?
Hair today, but gone tomorrow!
But this hairy style of ‘a man so smart’,
He thinks, will always stand apart.

And when the social media deeper digs,
Awash with AI-made, amusing wigs,
The President becomes the butt of trolls,
Right on the eve of November polls.

And his Make America Great Again
Turns to Make Big Hair Great Again.
The poor old puppeteer of punch lines
Faces a boomerang of landmines.

His coiffure neither bare nor grand,
But rather, the symbol of a brand,
Held together by sheer willpower,
Or perhaps industrial-grade lacquer.

Presidents are pulled by opinion firms,
But this one of two-broken-terms 
Has always been a joke-ready,
No more a nation equipped with AI.
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Happenings | 12.08.2026 | America, art, humour, political, satire, Quatrains 
Note: The lines of each quatrain are a pair of rhyming couplets and follow a relaxed rhythm. The part II comes with some Clerihews on the same theme.
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member Totem

Thrill in sweet spot that grandeur wise,
Observe the mood upon the road;
Thought flavours plot in fragrant prize,
Explore the good as you bear loads;
Meet mindset clear when times seem rough.
Prime your sure heart with grace that seeds,
Opt happy cheer to bear things tough;
Live your own art where joy fills need,
Expound deep feel in causal sea.
Inspire each day the bold and brave,
Dance with fond will that love sets free;
Emboss calm say as love now saves,
Arrive sure peace that anchors play,
Success primes ease as faith firms day.




Leon Enriquez
13 December 2016
Singapore
Form: Sonnet

The Angry and Swearing Poem

Target via advertising 
Stupid firms and stupid brands
Because such generalizing 
Does require intercept
For the influence of moron
For the psyches thus offense
Does perform defense the function
Very real thus defense

Maxwell color wheel invention
Wasn't meant for purpose this
Any act will have redemption
Suck it activism for peace

Hex my wheel is much more nicer
Isn't purposed for the firms
Neither chips or AI models
Eligible for the use, THUS DROP

No one alive is entitled
For ownership of this
For creating definitions
For your stupid quantum keys

Up your ******* shove your polynomial
Find your system in ruins
If the GAWD was up for nominal
Grouping units would be this

Saint neuron and thus saint atom
Saint Ski Wiper and Saint Flame
Real Cyber Force ain't phantom
Kate alone not all this say

I don't like your clone, the stupid
I don't like you stupid farms 
Phantasy is arch of cupid 
Says the very real ARMS

Every pair needs reapair
Every nail hammer demands 
Crates of screws, crates of potatoes 
Armed the forces is Supply

See how clever play I memory
Like the mouse with cat plays
Very special super system
Building Kate produced thus lays

Lays the basis 
FOUNDATION
Logic, ethics, levels, ranks
Ought to combat degradation
Cyber special pie the bakes

Department of Army deficiency
Departments of Government stall
So much for the moron efficiency
So much for the 





Because they use AI for fraud
Path does away from GAWD they trod 
But Military must produce the lie  
This wisdom knows each very clever spy
© Kate Kelly  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Everyday Is Such a Trudge

Monday, our hearts were hefty with dread. 
Hoping postman fetches bucks for bread. 
It will cape with the psyche's desires well. 
Under a grasp, swirling, we felt the spell. 

Tuesday would alter prompts the shame. 
We may gaze at how they weave the tame.
Critics condemn this real issues speed. 
A halcyon act can only atone for an evil deed.

Wednesday is a day of wait, wilt, and fade. 
The days run crazy till buried and ruined. 
The note on the front door says no more.
The homeless were not a packed store. 

Thursday's rain taunts those who work gleefully.
Its fleeting pleasures continue to be costly. 
Firms show their devotion to their service.
While sweat-soaked hands act as a safety device 

The Friday treatment is just ephemeral.
The weekend issue covers the workday as well.
No fish, no dish, no lush gems, no taste. 
A hoodlums exit is short and should haste.

Saturday dream topic is a sweet relief.
No one's ever won the lotto in alter his life. 
From a mindset of misery to one of saving. 
No quaint will be there by day's ending.

Bill payment and relax are served on Sunday.
Ignored and rigid to others, alike a decay 
People accept forgiveness with confidence.
No apology or remorse for the appearance.

Daily facts involve stress, sorrow, and deceit. 
All are outcomes that may arise in the present. 
It is fundamental to have a daily routine.
As a particular version, no blooming is seen.




Written: August 1st, 2021

A Brian Strand Your Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Common Sense Corona

Light ribbons in one eye we fear  
Precede headache pain that's severe
Drug firms clearly bribe
Physicians to prescribe
Migraine meds but I'll imbibe beer


Authors Note: If you are in a safe place (not driving or operating machinery), this home remedy could be better than what the doctor ordered.  I keep a few medicinal bottles ready in the fridge for just such an emergency.  Lime is optional.

The clinical trial: An authentic "migraine" headache is accompanied by blood vessel constriction. There can be 15 to 30 minutes of shimmering lights in one eye followed by a headache from hell.  Having learned that alcohol dilates blood vessels, one day I tried chugging a beer just after the shimmering started.  The lights subsided and there was no headache.  Beer just may be the second best medicine ever created.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Consider Then

News flash
Paris attacks;
Violence strikes

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Innocent deaths
Terror unveils;
Death delivers

~~~~~~~~~


Madness conspires
Human debris;
Bigotry unleashed

~~~~~~~~~


Evil men scheme
Distorted agendas;
Self-destruct roams

~~~~~~~~~


Good people die
Bloodbath escalates;
Terror unleashed

~~~~~~~~~


Signs of our times
Deceptive turbulence;
Mortal casualties

~~~~~~~~~


Moods swayed
Fear catapults;
Distorted means

~~~~~~~~~


Uneasy chimes
Violent crimes;
Explosive times!

~~~~~~~~~


Details of gore
News galore;
Killing fest

~~~~~~~~~


Retribution
Constitution;
Revolution

~~~~~~~~~


Sorrow sums
Deadly outcomes;
Cruelty strikes

~~~~~~~~~


Newsprint copy
Headline news;
Terror firms madness 

~~~~~~~~~


Propaganda hurls
People fodder;
Bombs and bullets

~~~~~~~~~


Create if you must
Lodge your complaint;
Body bags not included!

~~~~~~~~~


Atrocities 
Exclusive news;
Pain sells well

~~~~~~~~~


Face to face
Terror redecorates;
Body debris trophies

~~~~~~~~~


Why do you do
The things you do?
Tell me

~~~~~~~~~


Love hurts
Violence hurts;
We all hurt

~~~~~~~~~


Precious times
Ransoms forfeit;
Sad humanity mourns

~~~~~~~~~


The cycle of circles
Bad and good;
Seeking balance

~~~~~~~~~


Maybe we can
Find tomorrow;
Safely better?

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Leon Enriquez
15 November 2015
Singapore
Form: Haiku

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