Long Fling Poems
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Fer the life of me I jes' can't figger kids out today!
With their automobiles they make a most tawdry display!
Seems their jalopies with geegaws and gadgets they adorn.
(My '37 Ford played "Mary Had A Little Lamb" on its horn!)
They roar up and down congested city streets,
With their boom-boxes blarin' head-throbbin' beats.
They rev their engines to display that awesome power.
(My '37 Ford's 65 horses could make nigh fifty miles per hour!)
They spin their tires when speedin' off with pedal to the floor.
Their mufflers leavin' behind an ear-splittin' roar.
From the senior crowd like me they get a scornful frown.
(My '37 Ford had straight pipes - cops invited me to leave town!)
Some kids have their cars jacked up high in the rear.
Other's have low-riders which seems mighty *****.
I've tried to figger the reasons fer that to no avail.
(My '37 Ford sported spot lights - on the aerial a foxtail!)
My Dad used to ask, "Why put all that stuff on yer car?
It don't add to the value and really looks quite bizarre!"
I suppose all we can do is let the kids have their fling.
(Lookin' back to my youth, it seems I did the very same thing!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Words strings and shape
The path I take;
Taste the sweet grapes
That word-strings make.
Words on a roll
Come forth to greet;
Voice of the soul
In language meet.
Words set to rhyme
One at a time;
Movement flings chimes
Where echoes mime.
Words in a verse
Can make good sense;
Love i observe
Can hurl intense.
Words of fine wit
Turn up to speak;
***** form now fits
The rhyming streak.
Words in sure psalm
Can fling fond urge;
Now let sure calm
Fling birth of surge.
Words come to tell
In tongue-and-cheek,
Let heart now dwell
On sensuous peaks.
Words now converge
In profound thought,
Feel voice emerge
In sacred plot.
Words ply to score
The distant flood,
And fill some more
In surge of blood.
Words cannot tell
Beyond logic,
Yet words can dwell
On thoughts mystic.
Words in the end
Attest to more,
A strange sure trend
In void galore!
Leon Enriquez
17 November 2014
Singapore
Joy
Funds ploy
Warm employ
Fun
Warms sun
In sure pun
Light
Gives sight
In clear flight
Deed
Plants seeds
As time speeds
Space
In place
Etch new trace
See
To be
Now surely
Laugh
Enough
In sure stuff
Be
To see
True beauty
Toss
Because
In sure loss
Smile
Fond style
Thoughts worthwhile
Play
Now stay
Just this day
Gift
No tiff
Just uplift
Truth
Sense proof
In warm groove
Write
Recite
Take a bite
Word
Now heard
In fond surge
Feast
Tame beast
Do not miss
Live
Then give
Simply live
Prize
Surprise
Pay the price
Sense
Sure tense
Bear nonsense
Spring
Nice swing
Watch time fling
Bloom
Fill room
Purge all gloom
Sigh
Such highs
Feel and fly
Leon Enriquez
03 June 2015
Singapore
To start is to end,
To end is to start;
Be straight so to bend,
To bend to be straight.
Truth can fling deep pain,
Pain can spur sure proof;
Nothing seems in vain,
Dare brave life's sure truth.
Pain is a vessel,
Pleasure hides within;
Live beyond hassles,
See the truth unseen.
All opposites here
Paint the pictures well;
Shades and tints appear
To cast a sure spell.
All contrast must show
The door to new themes;
The urge within flows
To swirl and hurl dreams.
And if you must ask,
The right question brings
You to a clear task:
To voice a fond spring.
Coming is certain,
Going is more sad;
Open the curtains,
Let zest find you glad.
Going is like death,
Coming hints promise;
Life lives simple breath,
Tempting with sure tease.
Do you see the way
The swirl of life lives?
Dare to face each day
Live just all you give!
To come is to go,
To go is to come;
Grow with open flow,
Show spontaneous sum.
Leon Enriquez
11 December 2014
Singapore
I hear the squelch of sorrow nearing me once again,
pummelling with the purple pulsation in the frail vein.
Sadness encloses the mind-soul-body trinity,
the sound of its footfall trails the echo of eternity.
In the dwindling day at the edge of tarnished twilight,
the halcyon horizon sighs in air of demolished delight.
As the sunset colors spin the astral strands thin,
the formless fleet of cloud in breeze turns to violin.
After the sky-scan it’s time for my bird to return
to the nest, and ride the radiant rays it fails to yearn.
It glides my heart on the outspread worn out wings
over the cadenced clouds of the sonorous strings.
At the edge of tinged dusk after the flight of the day,
the crimson sun sips the sea before slipping away,
and dissolves its colors in the water tossing weary,
gloom from horizon to the wet shore tides of tears carry.
With sparkling streaks the waves rise and fall sadly,
after they break the pearls from moist eyes roll calmly.
Quiet empathy arms of still embrace they fling,
the violin tune of sunset melody in the air I hear ring.
Our locked lips interweave with the calypso of night,
when the seductive song of silence the stars write.
Oscillating yearning serenades the barcarole of heart,
transforms the tenor of music for the requiem to start.
When beyond the broken sky the nightingale flies away,
from the whispering debris arises the aria of dismay,
as the shards of my shattered heart get strewn
in the torrent of tears on violin strings resonating sad tune.
On the frigid wings of the northern wind,
waned winter with frayed feathers flies away,
clearing haze from fringe of sky’s misty mind,
song bird’s chime ripples life on canvas grey.
Fawn meadow shines with emerald shade new,
in sunburst sky hues of horizon sail.
Dawn’s dulcet gems drape grass with crown of dew,
spring sequins reveal hidden nature trail.
On satin leaves’ cradle blooming buds glow,
with color crescendo the petals dance.
Zephyr floats floral fragrance on soft flow,
butterflies flitter in the tune of trance.
Away from the noise lone life’s bedlams fling,
I get as the gift of God one more spring.
A cosmic mind follows you now,
Seek that you find how love endows.
A crazy thought can seize your heart,
Dare unfurl plot as courage arts.
A way to see comes most easy,
Start with beauty to be set free.
A touch of joy impacts all things,
Seek truth's employ to cast and fling.
A profound maze bids you to chance,
Follow the craze in thrilling dance.
A rainbow glow calls out most grand,
Love comes to show you passion friend.
A time for zest to embrace fest,
Embark fond quest to seek your best.
A face in time can charm fine blooms,
Discern in rhyme how thoughts find room.
Leon Enriquez
25 April 2016
Singapore
Coincidence is the hope of a non-believer.
Living in a house, in the middle of nowhere,
No noise, no commotion, just lots of fresh air.
Oh isn't this the life? A perfect holiday,
A perfect time; to get away.
The sad dark man, with no hope in his soul,
Has now finally found, what he is looking for.
You’re not looking for love, but it's jumped up and bitten you.
How do I know this? Because it's bitten me too.
But you are the cause for me being bitten,
Once shy; now forever smitten.
Speaking is hard and thinking is harder when you are high,
But I've been thinking of you, since I said my goodbyes.
Awaiting the day I see you and your peacock feathers raised high,
Every colour of the rainbow, is all I see in your eyes.
It was hard to say goodbye, because I wanted to stay with you,
But if our future is together,
It's something I'll have to get used to.
But complications, have built a wall between us,
Only together can we bring it down,
If in each other we truly trust.
But you’re not looking for love, so what’s a brother to do?
I can't simply find someone else, when all I think about is you.
If you would let me in, to open your mind
And let you embrace darkness, you wish to find.
As well as the bright white shining light, you have followed,
Then two of us then, shall shine together.
The darkness has now passed and we’re addicted to the sun.
We love this warm weather; we love to have fun,
We love unbridled passion and satisfaction.
Can this just be a coincidence?
Or is it just an undeniable attraction?
You make my heart purr, like a cat with the cream,
I love to sleep each night and meet you in my dreams.
It's a shame you only want, some fun and a fling,
For now I must leave and go do the whole mundane love thing.
(C)2006 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Old familiar tune of Happy Birthday,
Along its line I fell in love with May.
As long as I remember from the start,
It etched for good into my childhood heart.
On the same date as years sprinting along,
Birds orchestrate my birthday with a song.
In my honour tulips curtsy my way -
So charming that their bloomday bursts in May.
For every wish I make, the sun beams cheer:
“So many more to celebrate, my dear!”
Love’s in the air, in sunshine or in rain,
Yet something about May I can’t explain.
Born into blossom of prolific spring,
My month of May marks best calendar fling.
(If that month fell, let’s say, on February,
My heartfelt warmth would melt cold snow with glee!)
Physics, allow. Acrobat.
Flip and fling out far.
God a-ancient of the cat!
Slip under the bar!
Why not you? Indeed,O crew!
Crown me and be done!
Witches' brew? O deadly stew!
Anoint, O my son!
Thunderbolts of justice!
Rain on everything!
Horticulture, thy poultice!
Grow inside the ring!
Tympani of torment?
It pounds inside my head.
Queen Dido, thy fierce lament!
Words the prophet said!
Allosaurus, omen.
O oracle, thy song.
Blistering blight? Bane? Bowmen.
Sad stifled are the strong...
Slick like hatchet handles!
O wound in heart, glisten!
Ten thousand foot tall candles!
Dark dirge, play. I'll listen.
Cold the core and chain! Cord!
Calderas, fill with heat!
Warrior, upon thy sword!
Sickly smell the sweet!
Troubadour, toil. Sacred the soil.
Blasphemy to boil.
River, raise up. Rill, rue. Roil.
Fate a-full, thy foil...