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Love, A feeling I thought I was capable of keeping
Yet when I get it, It fades.
I put on a masquerade
Hoping things would change
Everything I say a facade
I've lost the meaning of love
I thought I found the one, The other half of me
But I get pushed to the back
Set up on a rack
Just to be looked at
Never a prize, Always a possession
Maybe this is just an obsession
To the feeling, I can never get right
I put up a fight
It’s always the worst at night.
I blame my mind, The dark space where I go
When I’m feeling all alone
I’ve tried to forget the smell of his cologne
It’s engraved in my mind
The look in his eyes
I try to improvise
This mask that I wear, I’ll never see clear
Through this obsession
Did I forget to mention
That love for me is no progression
Natural hairs capture soul;
holds to grow affection whole,
promotes cultural value-
what its heritage ensue.
Girl and mother are within,
each tale of the new bumpkin,
on their own to tell children,
how they started using pen
In place of popular quill,
not considering its bill,
so far it is good to eyes
than trying to improvise...
In usage to pen's trouble:
is refill its ink- double
portion quill's pot left fully-
wet, dark and cool yet amply!
Oh women! women! women!
why not natural like men?
rarely would you ever be.
don't you admire been so free?
How time tempts patience to fix:
nails, eyes lashes, hair depicts
urge for fashion cum beauty,
more to neglect home duty.
Yet fades in no time better
the worth of being stress petter,
before subsequent one calls,
while the current one's point falls¡
To waste more time than usual,
which should build individual
to selfless service like Ruth,
during the days of her youth.
Though, fashion no doubt is cool,
but much fondly of jewel
can bring wastage to time than
money, cum choice to have plan.
Just to look so beautiful,
shouldn't take that much amble
to show the aesthetic wealth,
rather invest more on health.
Walk for everyday workout,
better than fashion hangout:
solely on compliment's tale,
which hurts when drunk of its ale.
For its high expectation,
continuous admiration-
fades in no time with epoch,
accounting enough havoc!
Cut from the same cloth, certainly didn't apply
I'd lived twenty places, was born to improvise
You had one home, parents, sister, two nephews
Persistance forced my flighty spirit to accept you
Invited to hang with your family on usual basis
Questions about my background always evaded
Overheard your Dad say after a dinner one eve
" Son, truly.... Get a nice girl, not so zany - leave"
As would most men aged 24, in new relationship
With age 19, you paid no heed, an excuse to slip
Finally away from the family home, we moved
Interstate, far from scrutiny, habits disapproved
A year passed, dreams and dramas wrestled
Competed for front row view of young love nestled
Between marital bliss, mortgage payments, careers
Told folks we relied on your income, truth more severe
Four nights a week exotic dancer took a heavy toll
Your folks hassled you, different girl a better goal
" See how good Mum's been to me," he implored
Soon after discovered my job, they took no more!
Arrived on next flight - your Dad stupidly locked me out
Enraged, I pay most the mortgage, he couldn't discount
Hours later, he emerged scowling, dragged you elsewhere
I struggled to digest your choice, sudden diminished care
Rough days passed, your invasive Dad in your ear
You came to see me despite his advice not to come near
Announced you'd decided to return, to sponsorship offered
Engineering degree, future safe, my funds they scoffed at
Twenty years onward, confounded by that night's velocity
Dangled disheartening aspect, our perfectly drawn ferocity
Sobbing estatic cries mingled greasily, future severed us
Relishing your resurrection, impossible stood impervious
Worshipping each crest and crevice, tears wiped, wet again
Pleasure mounted meal of now, rubbed sliced, salted in pain
Wounds of what was coming consumed core and limbs
Sunset and sunrise conjoined, ongoing herald of eroticism
It's an area totally different from the rest
From the language to the people's style of dress
Kids young in age but wise with street smarts
Teens sagging and hanging out at liquor marts
Shoes on power lines showing various drug spots
Girls playing double dutch in empty car lots
Loud music blarring from a car with chrome rims
Men lifting weights in a yard turned into a gym
The smell of marijuana just as loud as cigarettes
Where colors worn communicates you with a set
Run down apartment buildings ran by slum lords
Where complaints are registered but go ignored
Businesses looking horrible due to graffiti
Where you always find bootleggers selling dvds
Everyone you meet goes by a strange nickname
Where the less fortunate ask for spare change
Well known people grew up with this background
So the hood isn't as horrible as it may sound
Its helps people to be grateful and to improvise
To get their education and to become wise
Not continuing the cycle but finding a way out
This describes hood life and what it's all about
Waking pigment from deep slumber,
Accidents by chance do happen:
Tableaus waiting to suddenly appear,
Eager brushstrokes like a wand revealing hues,
Random musing concept to concrete.
Cathartic childlike pleasure of creating,
Optimizing thoughts outside the box.
Leisure becomes a fun experience
Of captivating imaginings out of thin air,
Unleashing wild and latent dreams:
Reverie’s gateway to our world.
Morning imagery born of night’s celestial visions,
Artistic inclinations smooth the way.
Graceful graphics give voice to our dreams
Intensely improvising when words do not suffice,
Celebrating expression in all its lavish ways.
AP: 2nd place 2026
*Image of Me Flirting by Gfycat.
Tatiana Needed Support To Come Out
Lil' Tatiana her stomach like butterflies,
Could not speak in public, had doctor analyze,
Prescribed taking lessons and try to improvise,
Instead, the butterflies started to colonize.
Insecticides were used by helping euthanize,
It did the task but still, she could not vocalize,
Her parents told her story so to advertize,
Many had read it and started to empathize.
Experts arrived and the masses did galvanize,
For now, they concentrate just keeping localize,
They trust that this way it will help to minimize,
And help her focus, what is best to maximize.
People she knew made her calm and help sensitize,
The experts aware there's a need to emphasize,
That her mental status best needs to stabilize,
And bring to bear her priors and visualize.
Raising her mettle, edginess will stabilize,
Obstacles aside will help her to verbalize,
The lower her fears fulfill and not traumatize,
So the need to practice and do more exercise.
She is set and on her ways, all will recognize,
Placed all her thoughts and energy to harmonize,
That her realm attractively has gone neutralize,
And she will be good to come out and stabilize.
Her folks were talked out of it to not publicize,
The audience did come out and desensitize,
The conditions and all have her epitomize,
Her Shakespearean reading, a soliloquize.
2020 March 01
HMS; 28 lines x 12 syllables per = 336 syllables total
Family banquet
Happy setting;
Catchup conversations
Mahjong session
Strategic thinking;
Anticipate counter moves
Good game going
Card pieces form;
Deter and block
Share a witty point
Cause and effect;
Laughter echoes here
Share assorted news
Happenings of late;
Snacks to go along
Improvise card sequence
Make a quick move;
Sense repercussions
Nice sound to cards
Discarded like bait;
Then the winning stroke
Mahjong like chess
Is about quick thinking;
Luck funds the gameplan
Family setting
Play for four hours;
Luck is fickle
Leon Enriquez
16 August 2014
Singapore
6/27/22
Still an Atheist
I'm a hypocrite for saying this
But don't ever think it's wise
To drink and drive
Looking at it with different eyes
Looking at it with different minds
Looking at it from different sides
All across the Mason-Dixon Line
To beyond Byzantine
It's worldwide, a bunch of little swine's
How is this life
It isn't right
Always getting criticized
I don't relate or call it civilized
Much of it in disguise
Still the lies
Meanwhile evil thrives
Wake up, or just get in line
Why do you think there is 'restricted sites'
Artificial lights
Shining atop the winter ice
Endlessly it's been a bitter fight
For more than 99 thousand and 50 nights
It took a lot more than 9 hundred and 60 tries
Usually aware and prepared, but this time
It was a quick surprise
In the blink of an eye
Eventually it signified
No longer mystified
Regardless if they killed the vibe
Until I die
I will survive
And improvise
A never ending amount of hills to climb
Empty and numb, not feeling inside
All the pain and problems minimized
People complicate what can be simplified
Far too dignified
Don't got time for those that throw fits and whine
Many go against but it's ill advised
Call me kryptonite
The people remain hypnotized
One day it'll all be turned to ash or crystallized
Technically since were in space, are we 'in the skies?'
A void that I struggle to fill inside
Still an Atheist
I'm a hypocrite for saying this
But don't ever think it's wise
To drink and drive
Looking at it with different eyes
Looking at it with different minds
Looking at it from different sides
It is one of several mini dreams of last night.
It was part of a night's dream in bits and pieces,
and the forthcoming part is merely a piece
that is vivid enough to be shared.
In the dream, I was on an assignment
to make a delivery of something that
I cannot remember. While at the delivery
location, I became engrossed in
conversing with various people until
I became stressed, as I was clearly
running behind in my schedule. I was
therefore forced to break away abruptly
only to discover that I had lost the lace in
my shoes, and I could not walk in them.
I tried to improvise with other things that
did not work. So I decided to check the
store nearby for lace, although I doubted
that they would have any. Turns out, to
my pleasant surprise, they had lace. In
fact, only one pair left. The most telling
and impressive thing about the store was
that several workers at the store knew
me by name and directed me to the lace
that I so desperately needed. Suddenly,
my thirst for lace dissipated, and I became
overwhelmed with the expression of love
from the store's employees. The dream
piece ended as abruptly as it had begun,
and I found myself saying, "I have been
loved everywhere I have been".
As I conclude this piece, I am fighting
back the tears and being consumed with
the very thought of the love of God and
how awesomely good He has been to me.
093020PSCtest, All Yours, #974, Brain Strand. 1P
walking through life as as a black person,
the world needs to understand
we rock with a rhyme, we bop with a beat
we jive like a jazz band
we improvise on the fly
we adapt to any situation
we can spit a rhyme in real time
and connect with a combination
we can create out of chaos
we can take trash and turn it into treasure.
we can see beauty in the midst of bedlam
and turn dissonance into sounds of pleasure
to journey through life as a black person
we march to the beat up our own drums
we always have a song in our hearts
we are musical phenomenons
we are the deepness of the base
we are the sexiness of the saxophone
we are the smoothness of the violin
we are the richness of the trombone
we have the versatility of the piano
we're the lead guitar that gives the melody
we are the trumpets in life that blow
with much power and intensity
we are the rhythm, we are the rhyme
we are the harmony
we are black people journeying through life
with a musical propensity
so keep shining, keep grinding
keep moving with all that jazz
because walking through life as the black person
just means we have much pizzazz