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(the following extrapolated
thought thread exercised,
NOT utilized to intimate
how Fats Domino belied,
and wowed a crowded house as-sized).
as a former ace procrastinator, i abhor
putting off doing what best ought
to get immediate attention bar
ring some extenuating dire circumstance,
sans mishap with flying car
pet case in point being unexpected a bomb
bin able crisis necessitating
hypothetical individual impossible
to remain calm
while in the process
(assisted with good ole mom)
to hoist self with one's own petard,
which emergency best warrant a re ward,
otherwise if fate doth NOT
require one to break
from ordinary business as usual
to enlist the "FAKE"
help of a grenadier,
who doth make
his/her livelihood
risking their life,
and limb without quake
king (obviously compensating bravery
as he/she doth stake
out mortal danger with adequate adorn
ing mortal kombat
with ample legal tender and/
or promising first born)
for unstinting mettle,
especially tolerating accompanying
martial baritone horn
player screech (like fingernails
scraping blackboard)
in close proximity - eliciting a scorn
ing glare from soldier spy
tinker tailor with a torn
smile while trained
special ops named Bjorn
incurs deadly hazard from one morn
to the next amidst adversity
shouldering care worn
Marine's motto semper fidelis,
which unnecessary loss of young life
predicated on add
age, viz being at the least,
a day late and dollar short egad
inadvertently dooming
princely valiant warmonger,
a mere stripling lad
whose mourning brings
heavy pallor of sad
ness, which imagined situation - aye
tangentially congruently analogous by
and by to the butterfly effect,
or sparrow's swan song i.e. die
destiny wrought, when one dost espy
a single occurrence no lie,
(the flickr ring, instagram
ming, kickstart ting well nigh
linkedin shutterfly of a butterfly)
say twerks catcher in the rye,
hence no matter how small, thee or thy
can change the course
of the universe forever,
no idea how nor why!
Dozens of keys hung on a plentiful board
Vehicles belong to each one
Dangle of available engines ready to drive
Givers distribute accordingly
Matching mood to motor, transport taken
Varies dependant on your need
Givers freely unlock the car of best benefit
Travel happens without hazard
Journey allowed to boast assets conducive
Scenery flies by spectacularly
Road paved smooth by empathy's intersect
Softened by giver's closeness
24th September 2020
'Givers' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Regina McIntosh
Re entered for Chantelle Anne Cooke's
September NA Contest
When devouring a hot chicken pie
An advertised flat caught my eye,
I would hazard a guess
Judging from its address
That the asking price wasn’t too high.
I collapsed in a state of deep gloom
When the landlord denied me that room,
He said “Nothing’s worse
Than a chap who writes verse!”
Within minutes I started to fume.
After snatching some six hours of sleep
I thought I should challenge that creep,
For with scant explanation
His discrimination
Might cause a young snowflake to weep.
I knew I should counter his crime
With an angry yet passionate rhyme,
He was powerful and scary
And so arbitrary,
And his property’s well past its prime.
My letter, dispatched the next day,
Employed words that I’d rather not say
(They are not in the bible),
Then he sued me for libel,
So his rent I’m not able to pay.
So the lesson is easy to see -
Do not venture to write poetry.
It could end in defeat
Then you’re stuck on the street,
Simply begging for coffee or tea.
Why Hello, I am Danger
I am a stiletto in the shadows, ready to slit your throat
Should you gloat about laws I broke
I am precariousness in a dress
Peril, hazard, and risk, I'm menace sitting on a fence
I will take you places you've never been
I'll tell you lies and make you believe in sin again.
I will make you comfortable
And then you shall fall ill
A demons day in madness kissed - still
Danger is my poison, Danger is my pill
Taunting you, haunting you
Daring you to take that terrifying step
Take a chance, hold your breath
If no one's looking - spin the wheel - make the deal
Mistress Death will tell you - kill to win - heh he heh
You guessed it Dangerous.
Riskiness and distress are best friends - a hot mess
With endangerment, there is entanglement
Both factors are a possible part of the experience
Mordacity, depravity, and the unsavory
All of these odious and delicious - found in the essence of Danger
Dubious unrest, a fear fest test, a chaotic crest
A mischance of a tense whisper portrayed as a treasonous event
Hellbound or heaven-sent
Just remember - it's me Danger
And I am Dangerous
And you fearless - Your soul yearns for me....
Revealed in that ancient place
where roses become stone and lips dry as dead bone,
the ruins of love my home, hopeless heart shown damp as sorrow known,
rubble etched with tears of deceased romance, a barren face,
my hourglass of power tilted by a hand rough as sand,
body aching for velvet confection, soul suplicant for a loving land,
age dulling the dream for a companion champion, stifling the search,
venturing daily into the world of common hazard and animal angst
standing, fighting, surviving and creating alone, an eagle with no nest,
the sky infinite in distance, sea always pushing my vessel back to fortified beach,
Unexpected like beauty in hunting eyes
you arrived in my life's arena like a veteran of volatile virtue,
speaking as if prepared to die for desire, moving with mischevious fire,
you were my vulnerable Angel, most passionate pulse with carnivorous cries,
we consoled one another when truth seemed cold and trust had narrow view,
offering me the pinnacle pleasure of a Lady's plush rush, I became the love rider,
your flesh, a sanctuary of sexual salvation, your blood, the spirit of immortal rose
Divine Intervention guided you to me, and I to you, together the meaning of love grows
J.A.B.
Would not touch her with a meth head’s dick
Her tastes in men make most guys sick
A in heat, leg humping like a pooch
Every Booze bucket’s been up that cooch
Fizzing and foaming, she’s got a rabies clam
Guess some guys don’t really give a damn!
Perfume no substitute for soap and a shower
es tend to stink when they charge by the hour
Senorita Bird Brain is so horny!
Better post an IV Drug warning
A in heat, leg humping like a pooch
Every Booze bucket’s been up that cooch
Her sounds on automatic, you won’t feel a thing
Like throwing a Vienna sausage in a circus ring
Shakespeare said larger than a crack, her’s is a door
Occupational Hazard of being a trailer park whore
Only Fans called, the mother and daughter spread
Better call a dozen Priests to help raise the dead
Every Booze bucket’s been up that cooch
A in heat, leg humping like a pooch
Senorita Bird Brain is so horny!
Better post an IV Drug warning
Like throwing a Vienna sausage in a circus ring
Her sounds on automatic, you won’t feel a thing
Shakespeare said larger than a crack, her’s is a door
Occupational hazard of being a trailer park whore
Would not touch her with a ***** on a yard stick
Her tastes in men makes most guys sick
Her sounds on automatic, you won’t feel a thing
Like throwing a Vienna sausage in a circus ring
A in heat, leg humping like a pooch
Every Booze bucket’s been up that cooch
Once again we
Come to this earth,
Seek what sets free
This round of birth.
Once again see
The path of peace,
Seek thus to be
With profound ease.
Once again know
The way of joy,
Life ever shows
Allure that toys.
Once again glow
In that fond light,
Love wants to show
Peace beyond sight.
Once again tell
How love can free,
Show how you dwell
That love may be.
Once again live
The life of zest,
Spread poise you give
In humble quest.
Once again touch
In terms most plain,
Yes love can nudge
To ease all pain.
Once again bear
The healer's art,
Each soul can wear
An inspired heart.
Once again find
The way to share,
Seize peace of mind
With love that cares.
Leon Enrique
23june 2016
Singapore
I'm going to hell for ****ing you over
Trading you in for another lover.
Shot after shot, into your heart
That's left bloody and torn apart.
And somehow I still feel sane
Got no soul, just devils tolls.
Moving on day by day
And on your knees you waste your time, and pray.
It's not getting you far
Street bars to hide your scars.
Through blood shot eyes, you still think of me.
You cry, yet you were never my man.
Trying to keep me forever, scared me to death
Still I'm the last wish on your breath
You slip this secret to your friend
As you exhale the smoke from your chest.
You're a wreck
And I'm the train
I'm a hazard to your brain
Stop thinking of me and catch your breath
You're going to lose everything
And nothing will be left..
My mother came to Hazard
when I was just seven;
I took off and fled that town,
filled with so many lies.
Now? This boy’s alright…
Two years ago
when I finally found Mary
she looked so different,
but still had those broken eyes;
A window to the girl inside…
We used to walk down by the river
She loved to watch the sun go down;
We planned to walk along the river
and run our way out of that town..
No one understood the depth of Mary
so adored but always walking out
of school alone;
She avoided home.
We used to walk to school every morning
She would always say
‘All I want is for the kids to stop watching me.’
Now I know she made it to the river,
She cut the chains that had her bound;
I knew she made it off the river
and ran her way out of this town..
A Tribute to Richard Marx.
(A flower in my garden)
Beautiful to the naked eye, yet growing at the expense of tears, From a fountain of overdue languish, watering down the seeds of regret.
Surprisingly, the passion to garden these flowers, a never-wilting will.The prickles, a subtle reminder of how painful caring is.
(I will be your helper)
An acclamation that never materialised.
I have been made a slave with a twisted spine and broken back, carrying loads of promises that never conceived.The help, a promise of a sun in winter.
(I will fight for you)
A proclamation of shadows on a cloudy day.
I have stood in rings of unwarranted bouts, an amateur boxer, taking on heavy uppercuts for being the bigger person and facing my demons head-on. Cheering on in the corner, the silence of a fighter that never was.
(Through trials and tribulations)
I take the stand as the accused, defending the honour for the accused, fighting the unfound litigation before the court of validation.
A suspect, suspected of heinous crimes that only the accuser derives from a vacuum of evidence.
(You are the food to my soul)
The culinary artistry of continental dishes I have been known to dish, Only but a paradox of "Gandhi" feasting his appetite to freedom.
The frailty of the soul that lingers, a clear manifestation of an ungrateful "viscera."
(You are the spark that ignites my desire)
The ignition that bore more than desire.
I sit comfortably, inhaling the smoke from the fires of constant outrages unleashed.
The spirit to quench down the blaze, are but tales of a ghost fire-fighter.