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on path to autonomy, she matured of late,
exhibiting autism during childhood
compliments of intervention, mastered
vanquished every trace to acclimate
self reliance no matter said spate
of developmental delay,
cramped, crimped, and
crumpled cognitive literate
chores abilities, yet
supportive services did alleviate
ordinary setback, now indiscretions,
liaisons, and transgressions, I implicate,
some half dozen years
gone by, this husband
flaunted philandering, but woefully great
lee mistaken, yours truly did underestimate,
how sacrilegious cupidity, depravity, infidelity...
induced the missus never to exonerate
mine suddenly kismet forced belate
reflex, thus I futilely berate
then indecorous behavior
more so impacted eldest daughter,
first born offspring subsequently
angrily bore secret travails adulterate
ting spoiling her high school years,
viz compounded by egregious desire
for das dada to satiate
squelched sexual hunger
marriage without intercourse did frustrate
synonymous, when I hapt tubby celibate
bachelor, hence “FAKE”
Casanova did forever alienate
whose affect my
(hypothetical) untimely death
might be borne with
greater aplomb to accommodate
absence of this papa,
a generally conscientious fellow,
mental health askew since birth predicate
always hated grueling fiendish existence!
Waiting time
Loiters long;
Tentative tact
~~~~~~~~~
Unfinished
Block booking;
Time seeps away
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Hazy complaints
Ashy sky blurring;
Smoky air blots
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Drowsy notes
Morning haze floods;
Cranky moods
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Burning smog
Hazy indiscretions;
Madness percolates
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Sad and sorry
Same old story;
Sooty somehow
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Cash and carry
Wind-blown haze;
Free Gift galore
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Smog chokes
Haze-filled lungs;
People suffering
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Sumatra burns
Hazy concessions;
Groggy tensions
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Finger-pointing:
Tai-Chi blunders;
Culprits make money!
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Plunder
Blunder;
Thunder
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Leon Enriquez
24 October 2015
Singapore
All my efforts to rid my ghost
Leave me distorted and filthy
Sick of bearing my indiscretions
Circling the same widen spaces.
I am not perfect, I am weak in all my sins.
In your strength I withstand.
I open my closet to release my skeletons
More sins fall upon me
How can you look at me and
say that you believe in me.
I am not perfect, I am weak in all my sins
In your strength I withstand.
Let the demons that I hold inside, be
cast away.
Allow the evilness, and cruelty, be gone
from this outer body.
For it's you I want and you that I live for.
I am not yet perfect, I am no longer weak in most of my sins
In your strength, I can now stand on my own,
I can endure plenty.
1. In reflecting upon our relationship, I find myself grappling with the stark contrast between your professed affection and the deceitful actions that have characterized your behavior. Initially, I was optimistic about moving past a previous romantic involvement and discovering fulfillment with you. However, it has become increasingly clear that you have engaged in duplicitous conduct, masking your true self behind a veneer of femininity. Throughout our discussions, we shared numerous dreams and aspirations regarding our potential partnership. Yet, your choice to pursue a man who has caused you harm and betrayal, rather than nurturing the possibilities of our connection, has left me profoundly disheartened. While I recognize my own past indiscretions and limited encounters with authentic love, I feel compelled to address this matter with professionalism. I have been fortunate to experience deep love in the past, and when I met you, I believed there was a chance for a similarly enriching bond. Regrettably, it has become clear that your intentions were insincere and that you lack a genuine capacity for love. Your primary aim appeared to be to receive affection from anyone, irrespective of the authenticity of the relationship. I once regarded you as a friend, a confidant, and a potential romantic partner. However, I have come to understand that you are simply who you are, and I must now distance myself from you. As I send a kiss into the wind and offer my final thoughts for you, I express my gratitude for unveiling your true nature rather than the person I had hoped you would become. This concludes my narrative—a story of betrayal by someone who misled a woman.
there are no shortcuts to be had
during Lent season
we must endure the sacrifice like Jesus did
no matter the reason
compassion on the cross
we must act like Jesus the Christ
to be considerate of everyone
that we encounter in this life
we're blood related through Jesus.
we are family
and we all must learn to behave
most accordingly
compassion on the cross.
we must act like Jesus the Christ
to be considerate of everyone
that we encounter in this life
Jesus showed no anger
He didn't clap back
He asked Father God to forgive them
for their vicious attack
for His death was one of such agony
on the cross He died to fulfill the prophecy
compassion on the cross.
we must act like Jesus the Christ
to be considerate of everyone
that we encounter in this life
Jesus understood His purpose
and His conception
His death was the atonement
for man's indiscretions
compassion on the cross
empathy was our Lord Christ
He had a love for humanity
for which He gave his life
compassion on the cross.
we must act like Jesus the Christ
to be considerate of everyone
that we encountered in this life
we received an unconditional love
afforded us by the power of His blood
compassion on the cross
we must act like Jesus the Christ
and be considerate of everyone
that we encounter in our lives
We have it all
Indeed we do,
both me and you.
The scandal crawling beneath the sheets,
outrageous claims shouted in the streets;
the gropes, the lascivious touches, firm untruthful lies
and only after much denial, comes the story chastised.
These are, shall we say, past almost forgotten indiscretions
made by so many legislative ineffective legends
as much more rises to a level of unanswered questions.
It's a power play, a need of complete control
how it is obtained is a wonder to behold.
Deflect the truth and place solid blame
on predecessors who once reigned.
Could we just focus here
this was suppose to be a turn around year
instead we throw away the progress made,
everything for which we already paid.
Months passed with little done
except for slippage on equality and guns,
no compromise, discussion or lack thereof pains
into the cold and dark of April rains.
The future held in promises begins to erode and wane.
Peruse the literary discourse; illusion from reality divorce
Objective criticism with conscientious rigor your tour de force
Educate yourself on each antiquated style and archaic source
Train your enterprising eyes, every truism endorse and apt allegory reinforce
Recon the lexicon for cultural anomalies and idiosyncratic expressions
Your probity use to underscore trite confessions and trivial regressions
Peel away each banal artifice; to the arrogant that hauteur grant no concessions
Audit the amateur-shadow poets, showering disapproval on their indiscretions
Lacquer and emboss the verses that with creativity and innovation bridge the generational divide
Attentively nourish the nuances and imbibe the endearing witicisms that will abide
Careen through the light poems; cavort through each limerick; caress every soliloquy in stride
Enshrine the masterpieces with laudatory epilogues; let their inspiration your literary path forever guide
Poem " I just hate It".
I just hate it
When you sing your lyrics
Breathing fire, loveless bliss.
I just hate it
When you show scorn
Deluding to grandeur
Of superfluous beginnings
Yet rejecting the reality
of a humble morn.
I just hate it
When you dominate, criticize, deride
Yet your own frailties, you deny
I just hate it
When those venemous eyes
Peering through the shutters of doom
Without saying a word
I despise you,I hate you
Your character, your being, your entirety.
I just hate it
When you shook my world
Stealing, winning my girl
Leaving me empty, thoughtless, worn
And when in shackles of my melancholy hour
You teased me, grieved me
Put her on a pedestal
Parading your amorous embraces
Then serenaded her, toured the world.
I just hate it
When victors tell the story
Through rose tinted glasses
Then bellows from the mountains
Your redemption is here
Salvation has arrived
We are the victors
This is life's history
We tell only lies.
I just hate it
When all the work is done
And the only reward, the burning sun
With streams of my boiling sweat
You reap the harvest shorn
I just hate it
When indiscretions becomes your mantra
Principles are no longer part
Yet you spew your maternal virtue
Yet don't give a toss..
Night grows silent, nary a sound
The best time to write, I have found,
to compose poetic impressions.
Pages in leather tomes, they're bound.
Lines of repentant expressions,
attesting to indiscretions
and the sorrow they did impart.
Each verse filled with my confessions.
Nib of my pen hurled as a dart
at its target, my wounded heart.
With self-inflicted pain it bleeds
Torn into pieces, ripped apart.
Repentant for the loathsome deeds,
the temptation of fleshly needs.
I beg forgiveness for my sin.
My poetry sorely concedes.
There is no other grief akin
to the ache I feel deep within.
If there's a way to right my wrong,
please tell me. How do I begin?
May 26th, 2022
Rubaiyat Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Take a moment, if you will
to ponder the situation of government at will.
Representatives of the people they claim
yet, individual indiscretions gain greater fame.
Racist ramblings dress a deep inner rage
rise to the surface from pasts poorly displayed.
Whiteout and black face strayed
openly upon the political stage.
Sexual innuendo and exploitations
feign threat and menace of illegal immigration.
Tax dollars that can never satisfy
the budgetary ingredients of a mince pie,
build a wall, large and stout
keep everyone in and the others out.
Gone is the give and take
lessons lost of passed mistakes.
What price does the future hold
for democratic legacies of old?
Open eyes, how do we boldly go
to the freedom for the republic we know?