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2025.08.04.
On this Monday, I was so please,
To find a piano in a new place.
Its location, opening and closing hours;
The welcome notes stand erected next to it:
"Do you know a tune? Come and play me"
Have successfully lured me,
It was a Brash and Paling black baby grand piano,
So far everything suites me to a tea.
I sat down, cleaned the keys and started playing.
Strangely, I got nervous for no apparent reasons.
I played alright but missed a key every now and then.
I felt embarrassed and started to wonder.
There was no audience in the foyer,
Nor any one I knew of in this building,
So what was all these anxious feelings.
Over a few day, more and more people filmed me,
Especially when I played
"The Moon represents my heart" and "The Love Story".
I was overwhelmed by their sincere appraisals.
I thought hard and then realised,
It was the songs I chose,
The ways I played them with passion,
As remarked by Beethoven
"To play a wrong note is insignificant
To play without passion is inexcusable".
This time, I played and took regular breaks.
The tuning was much better than all others.
The sound was loud but subtly,
It still required tuning but not desperately.
Last but not least, the long opening hours,
Enable me to come in the early evening,
And that helped freeing up
My day time to do other things.
At the end of the first evening,
Some one asked if I would be back next week,
So he could hear more of my musics,
Well, it was nice to have a date with a music's purpose.
In another day, some one offered to help me
Gaining access to the piano on Sunday.
I was quite overwhelm by the whole situations.
This new experience suited me in every sense.
From memory, it was one year ago,
I warned BB about the Lunar month of the ghost,
I planned not to see him just for that month.
But he made a decision, terminated our friendship,
Without saying goodbye, nor giving any explanation.
Well, life moves on and definitely I have moved on.
However, if it was not for BB, I would not have played piano.
Ironically, he would never heard me playing.
Here in this place,
Meet face to face;
Feel touch of grace,
Flood time and space.
Two hearts frame fit
In happy hits;
Yes bit by bit,
Watch pulse sync wits.
Watch soul allure
Merge joy most pure;
Fond touch feels sure,
Love is the cure.
So many years
Of lovely cheer
With you my dear
Now sparkles clear.
Now with a sigh
That moves fond high,
A vivid cry
Can sample why.
Dear love of mine,
Fond verse now lines
Sheer fragrance fine
In touch divine.
Two hearts on fire
As fancy sires
Love's grand attire
As poise inspires.
Fond allure finds
How feelings bind
Pure dance in kind
As peace of mind.
Leon Enriquez
12 August 2017
Singapore
Queen Mary had a doll house
Which is currently on view.
It was one hundred years ago
It made its grand debut.
With running water, working lifts,
Electric lights and art,
The house sounds so amazing
I don’t quite know where to start.
A thousand mini works of art,
Five hundred mini books
And furniture and silver
All deserving second looks.
A pair of throne chairs and, of course.
Some miniature crown jewels,
A bicycle, real food and soap
And pots and pans and tools.
A tiny vacuum can be pushed,
A piano can be played,
Embroidered sheets are on the beds,
Pure luxury displayed.
A cellar holds champagne and gin
And whiskey, plus fine wine;
The ceilings, walls and rugs throughout
Are regal by design.
This doll house was a gift but not
Intended for a child.
Queen Mary, in her 50’s,
Was delighted and beguiled.
If Windsor Castle’s in your plans,
Then stop and pay a visit
To this doll house, just like yours or mine,
But slightly more exquisite.
If water is my only meal, let it rain; if water can move the platter on the sea, let it rain, fill the rivers and valleys with water and the people will come together, let the hot desert drown with moisture and fill the dried up stream and tell me of love in your dreams; rally the universe together and let all the unwashed multitude soaked off their sorrows with fragrance and pure oil from nature and natural sea salt from Africa. Drench the people with love and pour out blessing from above, let the poor wash their clothes in rivers of love that was reserved for the rich and the bold. If water is my food, I will drink from the wet spring of life and continue to make that woeful sacrifice. If water is my food for life, spear all the grapes on the vine and empower me with courage no one dear to challenge. If water is my food, fills up the dry wells and dams and purifies all the dry and thirsty land, wash away the germs from the earth and prepares the land to produce a brand-new crop that will feed the nation that lives on the mountain top. When the cloud and mountain meet, the rainbow in the sky will sign a new decree and a hundred thousand spirits will be free. The grand occasion is coming soon and my best friend will meet me tomorrow at noon .We will roll in the mud and soak in the hot tub with fragrance of time and scent that is divine. If water is my food, send the showers and put me in the mood; if water is my food the universe will approve, so write a brand-new menu upon my heart and I will show you where the journey starts.
Most people who meet her, consider her charming
But she has ghoulish traits, they’d find quite alarming
With her gleaming blonde tresses and sparkling blue eyes
Her cherubic features are just a disguise
For although she emits a celestial aura,
Angelic pastimes, quite simply, abhor her
Where other girls play with their ‘Barbie’ dolls
She has mystic wars with her hideous Trolls
Her peers, read Enid Blyton in Bed
She takes Stephen King, with his tales of the dead
And, when it comes to the movies she’s seen
A Nightmare on Elm Street, Hallow’een,
Poltergiest, Psycho, The Thing, The Blob too
These are just to name but a few
There’s nothing she likes more than a good ‘chiller’
With ghosts, ghouls and monsters, or psychotic killers
She watches the Grand Prix, to watch the cars crash
She loves to see the players fouled at a soccer match,
Ice skaters, she wills to fall flat on their faces
And athletes, when running, to trip on their laces
Yet, despite her having such a sick and perverse mind
She’s loving and caring, gentle, sensitive, kind
Unselfish and thoughtful, advanced for her ten years
Who on watching Disney films, has been known to shed a tear
Although she won’t admit to it, it’s only herself, she fools
And I wouldn’t change one inch of her, my ‘angelic’ little ghoul.
© Janette Fisher – April 1995
This poem was written 15 years ago when my youngest was 10 - she hasn't changed a bit!!!!
Life is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, A fleeting moment of joy and misery.
It's a journey we take, without a map, Navigating through trials, and mishaps.
It's a beautiful struggle, filled with pain, A rollercoaster ride, through sunshine and rain.
It's a puzzle we solve, with each passing day, Through laughter and tears, we find our way.
We search for meaning, in this vast abyss, Hoping to find solace, in love's sweet kiss. We yearn for purpose, in a world so vast, And find our place, at last.
The human condition is a paradox so grand, A curious blend, of the heart and the hand.
We strive for perfection, with every breath, And learn to embrace, life's dance of death.
Ultimately, it's the moments we keep, The memories we cherish, forever to reap. So let us savor, this precious gift of life, And embrace its beauty, free from strife.
A New Land
by Robert(Bob) Moore
When I was a young man, England was my home
I lived there for 18 years, then began to roam
I was happy where I was, but dad made up his mind
time to leave Old England, a new place to live we’d find
Soon we all were sailing, across the Mediterranean Sea
heading to Australia, a new land, young and free
we went through the Suez, the Indian Ocean too
over six weeks on a boat, with all new things to do
A youth, with all my life before me, heading to a great land
with my parents and three sisters, I knew life could be grand
I thought that if I found a job, and saved up all my dough
in two years, I’d have paid my dues, back to England I would go
and now it’s over fifty years, I’ve lived here in this land
had children and a happy life, I knew it would be grand
I could never find the words I’d need, to explain to you
how good this life turned out for me, so to dad I say “Thank you”
Five Words Used 1. Lived 2. Parents 3. Sailing 4. Words 5. Youth
Souper Suessy Poetry Contest 12-7-25
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Suessy Parade
At midnight dawn my mind escapes to play among the stars
To a Summerland parade, just a bit bizzare,
Where grand marshals, Zebra Fish, lead the way in clouds
Making way for Fluegel Zoots that toot their horns out loud
Perfect lines of Elephins flying with hot air Hippos
Follow rows of Dolphinettes that march with high step Zippos
Whirling Woodles dance in step to the dispy doodle
Crickethoppers jump then jive with the Wooly Woozles
Porpi pass in somersaults with Unicorns so wild and free
Comet Twirlers twist and shout, dressed in fantasies
Snarfish on stilts lead the dance troop of the seven moons
And throw confetti as they pass to the Curly Noonelles
Red Giants snoozle in the parade riding on gopo sticks
As Tispy Oddles giggle om-pahs leading drumlines in high kicks
The Silver Reeds, dressed in gold, dance the frango dango
As the magic parade now ends when dawn skies turn bright mango.
In the crucible of humanity, where hearts are forged and souls are refined,
We beseech thee, oh nation, to heed the whisper of our refrain,
Do not burn the world with flames of hate and discord's fire,
But let your hearts burn with love's pure light, a beacon to aspire.
For we are one, a tapestry woven with threads of diverse hue,
Our differences, but mere nuances, in the grand symphony anew,
Color, race, and language, mere mortal constructs, they do fade,
As we stand united, brothers and sisters, in love's eternal shade.
Racial discrimination, a scourge that festers, a cancer that gnaws,
Let us root it out, and let our hearts be reformed, in love's redeeming laws,
As the Lord declares, "Love one another," let it be our guiding creed,
To live together, to be our brother's keeper, our hearts, our hearts, indeed.
Let love lead, the guiding star, that navigates our mortal coil,
One world, one heart, one love, our collective, our sacred soil,
No wars, no destructions, no more the sound of sorrow's sigh,
Let us share our natural resources, for they were created, to make us thrive.
For we are one blood, one family, bound by love's unbreakable tie,
Let love make our world better, let it heal, let it lift us high,
In this, our plea, our prayer, our heartfelt cry,
Let love lead, and let our nation, be a beacon, shining bright, in the sky.
Thrill in fond bliss where love abides,
Heed the prompt hint that comes around;
Ask for grand peace through time and tide,
Note how grace mints such precious grounds;
Keep heart in-sync with joy and cheer.
Yes frames deep sighs in lovely feel,
Observe fine think as light endears;
Urge fashions high as God now heals.
Dream upon hope as faith moves chimes,
Embrace true zest that anchors mood;
Aim to forge scope where love styles rhymes,
Reap of life's best in all things good.
Grace and light come with peace of mind,
Oblige clear psalm as love sparks find;
Dance as zeal sums love ever kind.
Leon Enriquez
12 October 2016
Singapore