Long Folk lore Poems
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The Last Organ Grinder
The last Organ Grinder gave his barrel organ
to his grandson, now working in JP Morgan
He preserved that as an antique piece.
Also that is honoured by his nostalgic niece.
Great entertainer was the last Organ Grinder .
For children he brought fun, enjoyment on wonder.
In core of heart he had to cherish sorrow.
His days are gone. No space for today or tomorrow.
The last Organ Grinder to be remembered indeed
through tales of Grandparents narrated to Grandkids.
May be like a fairy tale or a nice folk lore :
Yet not to ignore but to honour and adore.
Here by this lake
Cotton clouds quest,
Colours now take
A festive zest.
Misty moods float
As kin and kind
Gather to gloat
Fond peace of mind.
On earthly grounds
Mid-autumn comes,
Moon glow floods round
As laughter sums.
Rapture and feast
Grand harvest reaps,
Love floods the gist
Of feelings deep.
Culture floods more
To anchor will,
Mid-autumn shores
As moon glow thrills.
Old folk lore shows
An esteemed way,
Hearts seem to know
How purpose pays.
Moon cakes and food
Move fond delight,
Meet gracious good
With warm hearts bright.
Watch children play
Prized lanterns here,
Old chorus sways
Such happy cheer.
Bright sparkles show
A profound touch,
Love as we know
Blooms joy so much.
Falling leaves tell
Of changing times,
Mid-autumn gels
Such lovely chimes.
Moonlit lake bright
Enchants that heart,
A spellbound night
Love arrows dart.
Mystic moods glow
In tale and myth,
Autumn now shows
The moon gate drift.
Now here we sit
With hearts at ease,
Share pun and wit
Sip teacup bliss.
Leon Enriquez
26 September 2017
Singapore
A faerie tale, folk lore, imaginary thoughts
and rhymes to live beyond the ordinary days
of a life destined to become immortal.
Filled with true love from a prince among men,
loyal cohorts, trustworthy, kind and generous
with all their gifts and love;
still sharing the adventure to the end.
Feats of daring-do, fables,
foibles and defeats, dragons slayed,
evil witches left behind to bask
in the caldron they turned life into;
Wizards teaching subtle ways
to make it through the never-ending days
of dread pirates who build their fortunes
in such illusive ways.
Avoiding superstition on a path
to happily ever after,
where waltzing on the rainbows
casts a spell of magic
across the landscape of the past.
Patching together the fabrications
saved unto the end;
spinning a yarn that’s hard to imagine -
yet - happens now and then.
All my charmed days
now dreamlike on cloud nine
where the fanciful quest continues
and - I
become a legend in my own mind.
WHO ARE THESE AMBITOUS MEN
WHO STAND BEFORE ME
ARE THEE THE SAMETHAT TAKES
BARLEY FROM THE FEILDS
AND STORES IT IN THE CAVES
MIGHT THE MEN OF THE FEILDS
SHAVE YOUR BEARDS
TO SHOW YOUR FACES
OR SHALL THE WOMAN
OF EVENING
CAUSE YOU ILL
TO HAVE TRACK OF WHO
YOU'VE BEEN WITH
DO YOUR COUSINS IN FAR AND DISTANT LANDS
UNDERSTAND OUR WAYS
THAT YOU MIGHT SEND TO THEM
THE BARLEY OF OUR FIELDS
TO BRIGHTEN UP THEIR DAYS
DO PEOPLE EAT THE BREADS
FROM OUR BARLEY ON DISTANT
SHORES
SHALL I SEND MEMOS TO
DIFFERENT PLACES
SINCE YOU SEEM TO IGNORE ME
SPEAK THAT I MIGHT
HEAR YOUR LIES
STORIED TO A PERFECT DETAIL
WHERE ARE THE GRAINS FROM MY FIELDS
HAVE YOUR SATANIC PLOTS
PREVAILED
WHO'S SHIPS ARE HARBORED
TO RECEIVE GIFT OF THESE GRAINS
THEN THE CAPTAINS AND THESE SAILORS
CHORE TO DELIVER
THESE IMPORTANT THINGS
I SPEAK YE AS KING
ANSWER MIGHT
I THEN KNOW
SAY TO ME WHAT I ASK
THEN MAYBE I'LL LET YOU KNOW
Most local folk lore is intended to unnerve but
I think there's validity to the Haunted horse shoe curve.
The building of our nations rails took a terrible toll
on the Irish, the Chinese, and many other souls..
This was once a very thriving railroad town,
now the population dwindles yet some ghosts
still stick around..
Three years ago I bought my condo in a bit of haste.
I never asked my realtor for a ghost reading of the place..
It's a building designed for seniors so obviously some passed on.
Apparently there's one who is not completely gone,
it's small like a child, might be a leprechaun?
This is factual and not some kind of joke,
in our non-smoking building there's a faint cigar smoke.
Drawers and doors will open where there's no other folks.
Some times out of the corner of one eye, a shorter fleeting
person quickly passes by..
Similar experiences have been reported from coast to coast but are
they actually signs of a visiting ghost?
Initially I read up on ghosts and did a bit of learning,
promptly I bought some sage and had my first burning..
Now I just play tambourines and ring a loud bells to chase
away any stuck energy that dwells.
Living with this ghost has not been a big deal.
Some times I just interrupt it's energy field..
If per chance I should get stuck before I'm safe and heavenly.
I pray that some one out there will do the same for me..
Secrets well hidden in the forest floor
Tamped way down deep in a garden snake’s tail
Beyond anything beauty had in store
Campfire fires brought on by dark ale
Guarded and protected by faerie’s strong
Secrets well hidden in the forest floor
Cool winds through the trees sing lovely songs
Hidden in mushroom magic and folk lore
Unveiling a simple truth. Nothing more.
Potions and poisons there for the taking
Secrets well hidden in the forest floor
Fairy magic has mushroomville quaking
Garter snake escapes underneath the floor
Where brownies and faeries and munchkins soar
An underworld devils tend to cleave
Secrets well hidden in the forest floor
A chronological anthology
Of legends, folk lore and mythology
There’s no one called Eric
Or Ethel or Derek
For which I shall make no apology
Samson just got himself sheared
Delilah had cut off his beard
She cut off his hair
Then headed ‘down there’
And cut off far more than he’d feared
The Romans detested Boudicca
She never would be a boot licker
That feared Celtic lass
Stuck a spear up their a.s.s
And that made them march a bit quicker
According to legend and fable
Merlin was slightly unstable
His spell came apart
So ‘a wheel for a cart’
Turned into a bloody great table
In years gone by Lady Godiva
Had no car... she wasn't a driver
No licence of course
But show her a horse
She'd whip off her kit for a fiver
Robin Hood’s men were all merry
They'd guzzled a flagon of Sherry
With Marion pissed
Young Robin got kissed
And then they got all missionary
A fella who’s called Calvin Klein
Is a legend in his own time
Those rich city slickers
Wear Calvin Klein knickers
But wouldn't be seen dead in mine
But stand aside Canute and Midas
For legends still amble beside us
Not witch nor soothsayer
Nor some Dragon slayer
But mortals who get rid of Spiders
Perchance it’s your husband or wife
Who acts without sabre or knife
They might be an Eric
Or Ethel or Derek...
(And might be in fear of their life).
Contest: Your favourite legend
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
27 February 2020
...prized progeny well nigh impossible chore
haunted by priceless offspring,
neither surviving
papa/ mama can never a door
not ever again hearing
soft pitter patters across floor
mental angst fraught with blood & gore
this haint mooch different,
than a g.i. Joe in battle fatigues
locked in moral combat with korps
indelibly etched in conscience
bent on evoking nightmares
like an ogre of folk lore
once happy go lucky faces smile no more
nor
will horror of grief abate,
but continue to pour
inducing incessant screams
from tigress roar
that remain in cerebral store
vis a vis an awful imp prim a tore
hammering, nailing,
wrenching, et cetera phantoms
once genetic gems of yore.
thus, upon a bed of nails or
suffer any mortal pain well nigh
for my
precious progeny,
whose innocence like apple pie
to the core
their angelic souls parental guidance
yes, sometimes
oat k shun ally goes a rye
but never could this father fathom...
a momentary sigh
at beauty and innocence in children flush
with zest and unbounded energy
sans novel experiences those mowed down
will NEVER BE ABLE NEW ADVENTURES TO TRY
now, he only stares blankly
at the bloody headlines wondering WHY???
May Showers
Gaily appear May Showers.
Merrily kissing fallen flowers,
chasing petals of flamboyant,
dancing jubilant, rhythmic vibrant.
Sudden rainfall showing May Showers.
Intermittent, not for prolong hours.
Mesmerizing pleasing petrichor
reminds me a forgotten folk-lore.
Not heavy, but cool gentle May Showers.
New buds, tender leaves, soft grass-growers.
Abrupt unexpected joyful rain
to charm, to enchant and to entertain.
STORMY RAINY DAY
Stormy rainy day
with intermittent showers
merrily kissing falling flowers
Branches of trees swaying vibrant
Idly I stare through window- glass
Sensing sadness of sky
releasing cries in bursting clouds.
I blend tears with raindrops.
Mesmerizing smell of petrichor
Reminds me forgotten folk-lore.
Raindrops forming ripples on nearby pool
in concentric circles growing bigger and decaying
reforming recreating restless.
Stormy rains chase my grievances
Lost love brings reminiscences.
Showers of blessing from sky.
Brain bathes, heart cheers, soul soothes.
Darling, come close in rainy season
to be flooded without reason.
Wild passion takes birth.
07/01/17