Long Grim Poems
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Who is making "Kentucky School Teachers Angry"? Who is making "Any Teacher of our "Children Angry" to cause their "Failure"? Anger produces "Failure" in "Any Society"to let "The "Real Enemy" of "Democracy,and "Freedom" win,and let "Communism""Begin"""""!!! We see this in "Hong Kong" today,and Hong Kong,really wants "Democracy" and that is the way it is,because "Hong Kong" is one of "China's "Kids"!!!!!In "China" comminuism is a reality and is "What it is"!!! Who is making "Kentucky Teachers Angry"?..........Angry Teachers make "Angry Students",and they are angry when they come home from "School"!!!....."Anger Creators"...........cannot be tolerated in the "Leadership"in any "Democratic Society"!!!!!! Anger can be avoided with a "True Bi-Partism Effort" from all political parties in "Any Democratic Society",and that is a real reason to "Vote""Against" "The "Leader" who is making you "Angry" with their "Non-Transparent",anger producing "Agenda"? You can consider "Yourself",or we can consider "Ourselves" "Crazy"voting for something that make us angry,and that something can be someone,who we were tricked by,and now we may be angry!!!! We realize that we will not be tricked again!!! We are "and can become "Angry"because "The Anger" comes from "The Enemy"!!! The "Enemy" "Never speaks of "COMPASSION",AND THAT IS HOW WE "KNOW THEM"!!!!! THEY SPEAK OF EVERYTHING ELSE!!!!!.......THEY GAIN WEALTH FOR THEMSELF!!! THEY ARE DEATH....THEY ARE AGAINST AFFORDABLE HEALTH.......AFFORDABLE HEALTH CARE SLOWS DOWN THEIR WEALTH.....THE GRIM REAPPER IS THEM SELF!!!!!
if i could have walked with jesus
if i could travel in time i know where I'd go and when
way back during the time Jesus walked among men
to see all those marvelous things he did
oh! and to hear the sermon he gave as a kid
but you know what would really be swell
to walk alone aside him as one of the twelve
and imagine being right there in that boat
watching him walk across water as if he could float
i mean just to see the things he accomplished
he fed so many people with only a Little bread and a few fish
just to be there even for time
to see him help the lame to walk and heal the blind
and it would really give me a thrill
to experience him quieting the storm by just saying peace be still
like everyone i would be so amazed
to have seen him raise his dearest friend from the grave
i often wondered how i would have felt
if i had been there when my lord wept
to sit at the last supper as he was so brave
know all the time that he was being betrayed
but i don't think i could watch as they treated him so grim
i would have jumped in and carried that cross for him
and you know the moment i would really savor
is to have been there when he rose three days later
even though i cant go back to way back then
i need to start preparing for he'll be back again
"Be happy in the moment, that's enough. Each moment is all we need."
Quote_ Mother Teresa
Practice mindfulness and fully absorb the moment.
Carefully consider every aspect of the endowment.
Maintain your thoughts focused on the task at hand.
Seize this chance while an umpire takes a stand.
Be now, and don't brood over the future.
You'll miss various chances without a suitor.
Pay full attention to the person you are with.
Believe in what you're doing—it may be a myth.
Laugh until you cry, then let the tears fall.
Accept delight in each moment and yield it all.
Don't ignore the nuances; the insight is there.
Don't beget comfortable; be vigilant and aware.
The course of your life can shift in an instant.
And once the clock strikes zero, you'll be distant.
Potential friends can be built in around a second.
Meet your true love, or view life erupt or bend.
I'm going to cast a kiss on your forehead.
So much I will say: you, who opines, are stead.
If hope has flown out, the time was a dream.
One night, one day, in a vision, I envy to scream.
There's no denying it—I love being positive!
as growth relies on my knack to be creative.
It is what keeps me trying if times are rough.
Cheerfulness helps me face flaws and grim stuff.
I feel trustworthy owing to my faith.
It gave me lots of joy and an eager wraith.
For all it taught me, I am forever grateful.
As I express respect, I am valued and blissful.
The purity of words can be found in their paucity.
You'll be on a path to aim there; that's simplicity.
It might be present in your system since birth.
It may occur either in the ocean or on Earth.
Allot me a serene, calm sun with all its beams.
Art, mood, and letter light are simple streams.
I find that I am set to induce a typical blunder.
It has me wondering why I carry thunder.
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Written: May 20, 2023
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Going within the shrine of my heart's hidden mind,
In things without, the truth I often do not find;
I dream of greatness. This I expect in others.
As each, in life, have individual druthers...!
The facts of my universe are truly well-known,
I should meditate on my true forms clearly shown;
'Cogito Ergo Sum' - Descartes so proudly said.
Mind and body are not one. Thus, he went ahead...!
I love dear Plato, for his world of ideas.
He gave us Platonic love, highest from above;
No flesh in it; none touches before hearts touch,
Only such love can free me from every grim clutch...!
I do love and respect Aristotle, the great,
Who reduced truths forms to a great idea- bait;
Knowledge comes from within the realism does hold.
To unrealities, often, my conscience is sold...!
Metaphysical epistemological,
Each philosopher, for me, has been logical;
Excellence in beauty and divine perfection,
Is there, to idealism, any exception...?
Socrates accepted the bitter cup offered,
For his idealism he did greatly suffered;
Who he did not ever in his life influence?
Each heart and mind should flow in his great confluence...!!!
19 January 2023
If you knew you only had 48 hours,
To live, What would you do?
You can't cheat death the grim,
Reaper is around the corner.
He is a kind and gentle soul,
Just waiting to help you on your journey.
Yes, he is an angel guided by God,
To be the traveler as your companion,
On this journey your going to take.
As I think about it I would like to visit,
The places I've always wanted to visit.
Definitely a lobster dinner with,
Dom perignon with the love of my life.
After dinner I would rent a,
Ferrari convertible drive the PCH,
Spend the night on the beach with my love.
Watching the sunset and looking at,
The stars telling all my secrets and,
The things I never did get accomplished.
But I had the time of my life and as,
The sun comes up - I'm ready and,
Waiting for my companion as I turn,
Kiss the one person that made,
My life complete telling them don't cry.
Placing a hand on their heart and tell,
Them I'll always be here,
I'll always be with you.
I say Goodbye, turn around walk away,
Hand in hand with my companion,
Into the light as I begin another,
Chapter in my life.
Whenever I spot
red-bearded Origin,
the destitute street musician
of Budapest who asks for a donation,
not making a protest with a grin;
don't be amazed if I'm the first
to drop coins in his empty cup:
does anybody, not in a rush, ever stop
and give him some attention?
Does he ever feel humiliation?
He's too young to be singing the wretched blues,
he's too strong to waste his precious youth;
and whenever a crowd gathers around him
his sadness becomes joy, his day is not grim:
when he's discouraged he expects many boos,
and unable to play his thoughts express no worth!
He strums the strings of that old guitar,
to show everyone that life is worthwhile...
despite the moments of pain and anger;
he sings brightly to match Ruby's big smile!
Who has ever felt sadder than the unhoused street musician
and found a cozy corner to grieve or to be applauded?
A house is a home only for some: there dreams are weaved;
there smiles abound and those four walls are protection!
Feel empathy for the lonely street musician in Budapest,
keep filling up his paper cup with another coin that tinkles;
dedicate a minute of your time before his hope dwindles:
he may not be the greatest player, but surely the proudest!
Sunday has circled here:
Our nation bids farewell
To a great soul endeared
With devotion that tells.
Body lying in state:
Half a million sad hearts
Came to see and relate
Solemn "Goodbyes" to part.
Solemn the vigil guards,
Bowed in profound salute;
Keep company with heart,
Watch discipline salute.
So many hands did spread
Goodwill to help and move
As each to each did great
To bear sad loss with proof.
The Singapore Spirit
Lives with your memory;
Your wisdom and your wit
Lives on in our stories.
Solemn this sad Sunday:
The air feels heavy now
As departure moves play,
Gratitude greets endow.
As your hearse takes the road,
We line the route to see
The grim gun carriage load;
Rest in peace Mister Lee.
We salute your fond trust:
A twenty-one gun volley,
An overhead fly past,
A naval sail by calmly.
Sad Singapore Sunday,
Mind moving moody maze;
Dear departure displays,
Choice claims clear changing craze.
As you go away Sir,
The public gels as one;
Your final glory stirs,
Your passing said and done!
So many tributes dear
Tell of your devotion;
Attend your farewell here,
Eulogies praise action.
Your Singapore lives on
With a harmonious air;
We breathe here and beyond,
Attend to sure affairs.
All words fall flat and fail
To tell of your grand feats;
Yes your message prevails
As history will teach.
And so the curtain falls
Upon your grand life work;
We feel and heed the call
To surmount pains and quirks.
Leon Enriquez
29 March 2015
Singapore
When hope hides its face
In the shadows, the shades
Of worry and fear, painful
Dread and despair…
Listen to the whisper
Of His voice, His stillness!
When joy is far away
Beneath the darkness, the gloom
Coloring lives in hues of gray
Dimming the soft, gold sun
With a dull, grim sadness
A silent melancholy
Remember He is close by
Always aware, always prepared
To fill your heart with light
Release your soul from the night
When love seems to leave you cold
And nothing on earth is worthwhile
Faith and peace leave only this grief
That silences gentle prayers
And awakens troubles with stress
That reminds you of your fear
The storms that fall like a tear
Lasting through feelings that burn
Moments of hope through your spirit
Inklings of a love that is worthy
When you need Him, my friend
All you need to do is bend your knee
And turn your longings and pleas
Toward the Savior, who brings love
So beautiful and wise, it restores
The hope of a small child and leaves
The heart with a love beyond bright
A love that shimmers with delight
A love that is brighter and more alive
Than even the best memory can ignite
Love like this comes alive on the sight
Of the One who gave us a new life
He is the King of Kings, the Way
The Truth and the Life… He is WHY
I listen to the whisper of His light
As He flows His love through my life
With Him, all is alright!
I was a self-admitted misanthrope
unwilling to lose or drop a case.
I often threw a rope-a-dope
just to win; I never lose face.
I worked the dark streets
for dark, and even darker, clients
while the cops walked their beats,
shadows showing giants.
As far as I was concerned,
they were all a bunch of losers.
They were bad; they’d get burned.
The lot were boozers or bruisers.
I had caught a difficult case
The man was stabbed and shot.
He deserved it; he was debase,
but the perp would be caught.
The lawyer was my client,
he was dirty; the worst he could get.
Damn, he was mighty defiant!
Still, I didn’t think he did it.
He had no motive, but also no alibi.
So why were the cops after him?
He was a jerk, but had no reason to lie.
But for him the outlook was grim.
I might have to pummel every john
on the streets to get to the truth.
It wasn’t unpleasing to use my brawn
and I was a hellava good sleuth.
I’d search every city block.
I’d find the filthy little perp.
I’d find the lowlife and knock
the truth out of the twisted twerp!
26 August 2022
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He has no grave
In the fields he lies
Unburied, in the fury of battle
He leaves behind his love
A love letter in his breast pocket
All to be added to the dust
There is no cross to mark his passing
Only a memory to hold upon ones sadness
He is a lost soldier
A year has passed, his family mourns
His lover sits at the window waiting
A bullet kills you now
A wounded heart takes years to die
So quietly she both hopes and withers
A poppy in her hair, marks her despair
Armies march and armies fall
Battles won and lost as young men die
Endless is the death that pervades these lands
As the lonely soldier fades into history
His loved ones left to hold a ghostly flag
His lover never left her window
She never lost the hope within
Scared by the wounds of war she was
She carried on, yet her life was grim
Fifty years later, to this day
We all stop in silence to honor the past
A new building constructed far away
As they dug the soil that gave way
To a secret of the past
The lonely soldier but a skeleton
With a paper close to his heart
A love letter they did uncover
Postage due for sure
His tags and cross they enclosed
With words of love from long ago
So on a warm summer’s day, by her window
She saw the postman approach her house
With a faded parchment from the past
Words that would make her heart beat fast
Years upon years she had hoped
Now the answer was sadly clear
She whispered softly…
My lonely soldier died that day
His letter is now here to stay
To keep me warm until the end
Knowing his loved never waned…..
I love you dear
I hope you know
One day I will whisper this close
For now I fight to free the world
So that I may be with you
Remember me, if I should fall
That no matter where by bones may lay
My heart is with you always
Note: Late for Nov 11 as I had the flu, but better late than never