Long Formal Poems
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A candle light formal dinner
Some prefers like that
but as for me
I want it up in a rooftop
Or simply in the garden
A picnic in the rooftop,
Where we can see the skies
Under the moonlit and stars
I wish the house near a beach
So we could see seagulls free
If in the garden..
A flower tuck side in my ear
I wish there are lots of flowerbuds
Half and fully blossomed
So their natural fragrance gloom
Butterflies that will fly
Hope there's a tree we can lean
Or to each other's arms we can lean
Being next to each other
Holding and squeezing each other's hands
Sometimes even a half hug
Or him or me lying on one's lap
Putting a grape or chip to one's lip
Caressing one's face
Familiarizing with each curve
Lots or small talking or no talk
Appreciating the essence of togetherness
by:
olive_eloi
6:27 pm
02/13/2014
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Barefoot and pregnant,
Scrubbing pots and pans;
Supper's on the table,
I must submit to man!
No formal education,
My place is in the house;
Silent, without emotion,
So loyal to my spouse!
The laundry's neat and tidy,
The kids are off to school;
Here I go to the market,
Never will I break your rules!
Well, marmalade and poppycock,
Have I got news for you;
The 18th century's over,
I'm not your crawling fool!
Barefoot and pregnant?
It's only because I can;
If you want your supper,
Get up and lend a hand!
I have an education,
I'm free to leave the house;
Emotions conquer silence,
I'm a woman, not a mouse!
Laundry's in the hamper,
The kids are off to school;
Come go with me to the market,
Only games are played by rules!
A new girl has risen,
With force and contemplation;
Someday she'll run for president,
Make way for a brand new nation!
There are scratches on my coffin of life
As I struggle to break free from being buried alive
My fingernails are worn completely down to the wick
And I scream and yell and frantically kick.
But no one responds, for they cannot hear
Because the tormented me is buried deep, deep down inside.
Buried alive.
Sure, they see the beautiful exterior of my coffin
The faithful husband;
The attentive father;
The loyal employee;
The abiding citizen.
While the real me, buried six feet under the faux exterior
Weeps loudly, struggling to be free, bleeding from fingertips and dying a slow, painful death.
The first shovel of earth burying me beneath my own surface
Was heaped upon me by the rigid, formal structure of the mind controlling education system
which we are forced to invest so much time of our youth
The rules, regulations and memorization of facts which do not resemble the truth
Fell upon my exterior as I let the first unheard yells loose.
The next shovel and many thereafter I can only blame myself
As a pregnant girlfriend far too young buried the real me deeper inside.
A career to pay the bills.
More children after that.
Fitting in with the Country Club sect.
Playing the diplomat.
The me who I was meant to be slowly rotting away
Under the weight of all this dirt and nobody visiting the grave.
When I die, many will weep for me, the me they think I be
Not knowing for years I have wept for me, the me only known, by me.
Sense spacious silence speak
Prize primal pattern peak
Void vets vibrant vile voice
Cream clumsy changing choice
Toilsome thoughts tunnel time
Meet moist motionless mime
Feel fond fancy flavour
Opt old odd off-odours
Form fleeting formal face
Glimpse gaudy grinding grace
Face funny faulty fix
Meet most memory mix
Mull mushy momentum
Treat taut touchy tantrum
Unhinge used unseen urge
Ply preachy poignant purge
Edgy echoes ease etch
Sanguine sadness soul sketch
Impact indulgent ire
Messy moments meet mire
Languish lavish laughter
Adjourn ample after
Listening lastly lurks
Jumpy jest justly jerks
Sober sleepless soul spice
Promptly puzzles pure price
Numbing nonsense now nibs
Tasty touching time trip
Nimble nasty notions
Pace placates proportion
Time travel through twilight
Indulge instant insight
Lift lasting lustre loud
Petty plots pretty proud
Ply puzzling poison pill
Size spacious silence spill
Leon Enriquez
17 October 2018
Singapore
What is a…….AMEN
Is it the last word?
What is this..AMEN
Must I behave, behave in this horrible place
I’m a sinner saved by God’s AMAZING GRACE
What is this heaven?
Is it a final place of rest?
What does it matter?
If my choices are hell spent;
Must I behave; behave in this horrible space;
Hell’s starting right here on this cruel earth;
What’s my worth?
Jesus is you there;
I am spending the first hundred years on top of this dirt;
When I die my physical side will be placed under the earth;
What is a…….AMEN
Is it the last word?
What is this..AMEN
Must I behave, behave in this horrible place
I’m a sinner saved by God’s AMAZING GRACE
Amen I use
After a prayer
Amen I use
After a creed, Amen
After a formal statement, Amen
It is spoken to express solemn ratification or agreement, Amen, Amen again
It means “it is so” Amen
It means “so it be.”Amen
The greatest praise is Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah is the greatest praise… Amen
is derived from the Hebrew amen , which means
“Certainty,” “truth,” and “verily.”
I praise you so O’ my God, my God
AMEN
5/25/19
From Anthology “ Intermittent Praises”
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
What is a father? One might ask. He is a species that helps the female of that species to produce life of an offspring. And, after that, is supportive in the development of the offspring. This would be a formal definition. However, where the development of the offspring to the female becomes present, the supportive being is not often at times there. Therefore, the offspring and their mom are left to fend for themselves.
But this poem is about the supportive parent, namely the Father of the species. Who protects, loves, and cherishes its young. Now we have someone or species who has accepted their responsibility as a parent to that species. And does what is required. Fathers come in all aspects. They love, protect, and guide the offspring through to adulthood. Some take on the female's place through death or separation. Love and protection are always at the front of the relationship. The father shapes the offspring into becoming a replica of himself so that the offspring may know his/her place in the world. And reproduces as such.
Father's role is a great one. He is the head of the household for that species. His commands are great and should be followed to the letter. Our Lord put great demands on Fathers because they are the leaders. If you become a father, take great pride as one.
Mistakes will be made; no one is perfect. However, love and endurance will run the mile. If the offspring is lucky enough to have a guiding parent who loves and cherishes him, he has been blessed. Let us not forget the women in the role. A great father guides the women and the offspring. Life can be beautiful.
So, this Father's Day, love and cherish your women and your offspring. Show them every kindness under the sun. And keep them from harm.
Step Up, Rise Up, and take on the challenge of becoming a Father.
LLM AI psychosis,
some claim, breeds mental disorder;
but I write prompts that refocus
me and don't cross that thin border
between my psychic prognosis,
and OpenAI's new order.
When ChatGPT's sycophantic
AI begins to kiss your ass,
just be formal, nothing romantic,
too personal, or even crass.
Before too long, you won't be frantic
anymore as it'll run out of gas.
But if you know what you're doing,
prompt AI to write you a song,
perhaps about a fat cat mewing,
a face among a faceless throng,
or lyric poem in you now brewing,
which writes itself and won't go wrong?
Take this pizza to Madura
Party down at table seven
They’re divorcing and they’re hungry
Years together were eleven
I’m a nice guy so I took it
Though I’ve had no formal training
Down the stairs and through the courtyard
To the patio, it’s raining
Though I know the I am dreaming
I was quested to deliver
Rain is heavy and it’s pouring
Patio is like a river
Pizza’s melting, I’m in trouble
No time for another make-up
They will surely be complaining
From this dream, I guess I’ll wake up!
Gravity has no properties
No formal place of residence
There, a push, a pull of time
No education to speak of
Within, without a need to worry
A toy called inertia waiting on a cause
Gravity is your drunken friend at midnight
It takes your wife and steals your money
Leaves your wallet because it’s nice
And never lies because it’s in disguise
Gravity hates formalities like Robert
Let’s call it Bob because it bobs about
On stormy ocean surfaces
In outer space on waves of light
Riding surfaces of time and tide
Gravity is invisible to the touch
Rolling off the tongue into infinity
Sticking on to surfaces of other worlds
Turning at the curve of universes
Gravity is the dice of God
Who leaves nothing to chance
Tossing worlds like marbles to the stars
Swirling around in motion where they are
Gravity never sleeps beneath the sheets
It resides much deeper in the crevasses
The tiniest atoms want to have its baby
Down there in the fabric of time
Where crime abides
Midnight of October thirty first
I jumped out of bed to quench my thirst
As I groped my way down the huge kitchen
An eerie coldness crept on my skin and then...
When I fumbled the light’s switch on the wall
I was frozen to hear deep whispering calls
Echoing laughter followed my repeated name
I couldn’t move back, I felt completely lame.
I tried to turn on my mini-flashlight
But I’ve felt numbness as I gripped it tight
Darkness was a vast monster devouring me
But I tried to compose myself so I won’t pee.
White figures of entrants slowly passed by
I couldn’t believe, I tried to rub my eye
They were in pairs while holding hands
Looked as if they were all going to dance.
White glowing shapes of women in gowns
Infront of men as white smoke blurred around
Spanish waltz played in haunting sound
When a man’s figure came, seemed I lost pounds.
The man was wearing formal suit in white
In front of me, His skull smiled so bright
I lost control and dropped on the floor in fright
And I slept in the kitchen that spooky midnight.
My landlady woke me up in the morning
With boarding mates all laughing
I told them of the ghosts in our boarding school
Everyone believed my story, that was so cool.