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She sat on the bench eating a pear
My eyes were drawn to her in an eye-popping stare
She was shorter than me so I was in love
I have to have this woman, an angel from above
She worked in a restaurant across the way
So I would go in and order toasted cheese twice every day
For three months, every day toasted cheese
Till the voices in me head said “ We sick of it, ask her out please.”
So I went in to ask her out
The place was packed, people all about
Now the counter slopped away from the customer
So I tried to lean on it, slipped and fell what a bummer
She rushed round and just before I past out, before it was too late
I slurred “Will you go out with me for a coffee or a tea,” and that was our first date
The next day I sent her flowers and a card
I paid a lot, so the rest of the month was hard
I called her in the night to see her reaction
She was delighted with the affection
So I told her you are going to be my wife
She laughed and said get a life
She said how do you know
I said I prayed for it and God said so
We dated and eight months, we married
And boy what an effort it was over the threshold she was carried
That should have been the warning, not better but worse
We live together, don’t talk and I stay with an empty purse
Pendulum swings high, swings low, swings high, up.
A pendulum stopped, needs a push or pull
like a child wiggling to go in playground.
Push me, pull me, push me up, till I fly.
Once started, gravity sustains the swing.
going high, gravity tugs and pulls down.
As it falls tethered on string, speed builds up
carrying it down, then up high, until
Gravity's elastic drag stops the up.
The pendulum weight hangs floating and poised,
before it free falls on string to swing down.
The pace is fast at first, then slows right down.
Potential gained by the elevation
sustains the swing's perpetual motion.
But friction's drag spoils the fun of swing,
otherwise the pendulum would swing up
down, up and down, up again forever.
It was at my door when I awoke : UPS no Stamp, no address, No Signatures
I bent my old body and picked up a Book “Darn, Left my glasses Inside
I turn to go in trip on the Newspaper “Sh_ _” Terasa get daddy the paper
I set the Book down : Pour a cup of coffee ; “Such a GOOD Girl” Let’s read
The Red Sox beat up on B.C. It’s only Spring Exhibition Games; But : MAYBE
Out of the corner of my eye, a GOLDEN Light in Emulation of a HALO
Coming From the Center of the Black Book , I pick it up and see the Title
Alluring, as the first Daffodil peeks, with a smile, between her Sun-colored Cheeks
The Book of DREAMS Come TRUE ; No Author, no Forward , no Dedication
I open to page 1 “what the - - - “ Nothing on it and there’s only 1 page Wait, WAIT
There’s a note :” Do You want to enter this Dream? TOUCH Here A picture is forming
A Princess Cruise Ship; no wait THE Princess Cruise ship I was Married on ; LENORE
I SEE LENORE ( I touch” TOUCH Here”) as I am Vacuumed into the page of Reality
I still have my Tux on ; I check my nine year old TIMEX 7:20 P.M. “Excuse me “Dad”
Lenore, my Glorious Bride, my Forever Beside, when are we going to excuse Ourselves
Right Now “ Mom, Dad, Family and Friends Thank-You for Your Warm Gifts Harry and I
Will retire Now ; she extends Her hand; I Loving hold it as we Run to our Suite
Sunday August 26, 1971 - 8:00 A.M. I awake to the aroma of Sausage and Eggs
The Most Glorious site, the Warm Glow surrounding My Most Only Beloved Wife “Lenore”
Is It Remnants from the Warm Glow For which SHE has Given Me As I LIVE my Dream
“Terasa, Such a Good Girl” -- “Close the Book for Daddy”
Inspired By Carol Brown’s Contest “If My Dreams Could Come True”
Dedicated To My Mentor and Forever Friend, POETRY Teacher “ Carol Brown “
Revolution coming
The minds of the youth
Are hungry
Their hearts are full of worries
They are tired of suffering
Their ignorance is speaking
On their life's on daily bases
Cos our elders in power
Are of no good to our quest
They are the true reason
Why now the youth speaks
In different but same tongues
Revolution coming
A hungry youth
Is an angry youth
Our heart are burning
For change
Yet Our chances are not
Wild
Not even nearer to
Be close to our quest
Still they say we are
The giant of Africa
Revolution coming
Our elders in power
Are ignoring the rumours
Of war
Cos they are comfortable
On corruption
They believe money
Can save them always
Cos our country wealth
They also believe is their
Properties
From leaders to resource owners
They grow in crimes yet it's
Legal
Is obvious they never realised
The cost of damage we
Under go in our life's
Is so sad they can't hear
The drums of revolution
In the shadow of the night, you're a torch in the fog,
An echo of a heart that does not tire.
You've planted an entire world within me,
Your meaning grows in the coolness of the evening.
Through the blue of other rivers, I see you again,
And I become the sky that welcomes you into the azure.
My heart a lost shore, in warm sands,
And the waves that come and go, in a deaf murmur.
We do not cry out to the moon, to shatter our spell,
In our reserved reverie, content.
We consume ourselves, with steps lost on the beach,
Of time that binds and separates us, undefeated.
With our heavy, unyielding longing,
I wonder why the chambers are empty and deaf?
So many hopes in whirlwinds of conjured dust,
In the labyrinth with answers that always hide.
You are the endless presence, without face,
I hide you in dreams like an unfathomable secret.
You are the lightning peace in time,
That heals my being and yet tears me gently.
We touch and we break, in silent echoes,
On the canvas of eternity, we paint storms and comforts.
Our love, the sacred burning, unwavering,
Is light and shadow, in the eternal night of waiting.
I got my mind on my money and money on my mind/
Cat scan if you like you'll tell I ain't lying/
Verse One
Money is all I know all I see and remember/
From January to December I'm about seeing my figure/
From big Bens down to the pennies and nickles/
I want it all, you can call me a penny pincher/
Pennies for my thoughts add to a couple million/
I paint a perfect picture money stacked taller than buildings/
Everybody getting money, me and my minions/
It's a domino effect because all of us getting it/
I can be a billionaire and still won't go in my pockets/
I never understood it ain't tricking if you got it/
If I gotta throw mines then I guess I don't got it/
I ain't never been that type I want all of my profit/
Money hard to come by my momma not a doctor/
My dad is not a lawyer, and my uncle is not a rockstar/
but I'm trying to rock hard so I want it all/
And when it comes to the money, I'ma get it till I fall/
Verse Two
From being locked in the Penitentiary, I learned the value of money/
Because when I was dead broke it wasn't close to funny/
But I never been a dummy and I always had a hustle/
BY any means necessary, I'ma get something/
Everyday, I think of different ways to try and make a dollar/
And making my own money, I'm proud of/
Women wanna holla, dudes wanna be prostitutes/
Because they think I hit the lottery since I got a lil bread/
But really I'm just popping because the charts be topping/
And they think that I'm dropping but they outta their heads/
I get out of bed, thinking, money, money, money/
My palms steady itching so I know it's coming/
They told me if they hating on me then I'm doing something/
Because if I wasn't doing something, my name wouldn't be humming/
But I'm only worrying about the only thing on my mind/
And the only thing on my mind, is on it all the time/
Scary Mary
Scary Mary walks the streets she wanders through the park
She haunts the lanes and alleyways especially when it`s dark.
She roams the primary school corridors by night and by day
She follows all the children she whispers come and play.
You’ll feel her cold breath on your neck her heart is filled with rage.
She`s reading every word with you as you turn the page.
Don’t go in the school toilets especially on your own
As the door creeks shuts behind you and Mary starts to moan,
She`ll chase you to your classroom although you’ve only heard her cry
And the teachers won’t believe you however hard you try.
You`ll only see her if she wants to, in her black cloak and black hood
Appearing in the distance as your walking in the wood.
As she makes her way towards you, she looks feeble and so old
And then she lifts her hood up, and she makes your blood run cold.
If you go out playing and you take a shortcut home
don’t go down unlit alleys where Mary`s sure to roam.
She`ll sometimes cast a shadow you`ll sometimes hear her cry
And then you`ll hear her foot steps as if she`s walking by.
But don’t turn around to see her or listen to her cry
And if she lifts her veil up don’t look into her eye.
For Mary had no children she once lived all alone
And now she looks for boys or girls to call her very own.
Her house is old the rooms are dark the walls and floors are bare
She has a secret room for you it`s hidden up the stair.
So run home fast and don’t look back and don’t let Mary catch you
Or she`ll take you to her haunted house and that`s where she will keep you.
THE END`
In the Sacramento Valley where I RESIDE,
This Summer has been long with high TIDES of HEAT.
Every season has its purpose, often refusing to RETREAT,
As if at war with mortals and refusing to concede DEFEAT.
Heat wave after wave has often hoovered from time to TIME.
This Summer, it's taking her longer to cool down and go in DECLINE.
Although many times we are very blessed with a cool night BREEZE,
There are times the Summer heat SQUEEZES, putting us under SIEGE.
This year, September came in as if angry with a three day heat wave,
which added fuel to the hundreds of wild fires already burning up the WEST.
We must learn more about the seasons, realizing against her we cannot PROTEST. Mortals are never a match against Mother Nature, but we must learn to love her, work with her, treat her gently, and prayerfully leave the rest to The Lord of All.
091020PS
In the high cupboard close to the fire
We couldn’t go in, punishment was dire
We had to behave and be very good
None could reach, though on the chair we stood.
Keep a lookout and I will climb high
The eldest of us said he would give it a try
But none could reach that precious prize
The prize that was the delight of our eyes.
Granddad always gave us a big wide grin
We knew he would smile and give us the tin
He used to say grandma was a sly old fox
Making us behave just for a round button box.
He ruffled hair; he opened this tin of jewels
Every button you could think of, he was nobody’s fool
He knew we would behave and play without being told
Going through grandma’s button box, a joy to behold.
© 4/02/2013
Competition Entry: Buttons
Fate sets the date and time and place,
Life winds the fate to live that space.
We come and go in motions swift,
The cast now shows a slated drift.
One at a time, the journey starts,
There is a rhyme deep in the heart.
The passage here is but a dream.
Greet then good cheer that patches schemes.
Clear and distinct the message styles,
Heed that instinct that favours smiles.
Each to a feel as impulse seeds,
Time soon reveals vain wants and needs.
Go on your way to live each day,
Yes day by day, abrupt ends slay.
Going starts out with festive fare,
Then with ***** shout, ends strangle cares.
Be full of zest to love and live,
Walk this grand fest and live to give.
Leon Enriquez
26 November 2015
Singapore