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As a regular unleaded gaseous,
(i.e. papa's seminal afterthought)
begat male genetically wrought,
I valued myself as naught
with abilities pegged
at being average,
yours truly sought
to camouflage himself
ducked as if a scared mandrake,
and/or, who oft times
didst cower, and shrink wrought
mine puny body
into an homunculus, methought
to imagine myself
as an invisible boy, when cornered
and nearly caught
as dead meat, (especially
when threatened by bullies,
brandishing their taut
fists, this then wimpy
kid never fought
peers that seemed big
as a dreadnaught),
essentially, I wished tubby
totally tubular nonexistent,
and as a poor substitute wrought
natural inclination took root
re: blend with background,
sans wallflower, nee weekly fought
the irresistible urge
to begone, what meth
hood would make
Matthew Scott Harris
permanently vamoose, hmm...
how to stop breath,
thus hit on what seemed
timely novel idea,
without asking Seth
Thomas, viz lit up, asper
starving body to death
hence final solution,
would put to rest,
and terminate subsequent cruel
shocking one after another
electric kool aid acid test
solely predicated on feeling
insignificant at best
basically a sense of resignation
lacking any outstanding trait, lest
you count picking nose,
where underneath desk collected nest
of buggars, thru deep digging,
but never finding gold,
via nasal passage quest,
hence reiterating existential theme,
aye felt no good
even as a nobody,
but more akin
to an unwanted guest
secretly embarking on a
deadly mission fed in part
by lacking athletic skills,
particularly addressed
when sporting rough
necked bruisers oppressed
to destroy any vestige
of self worth, this former
pint size lad,
who lastly mentioned hapt tubby,
the but of every jest.
Do not promise me love, for promises fade with the rising sun,
Like stars retreating to their celestial realms, their tales left unsung.
Though I feel your warmth, a deep fear stirs within my soul,
For love is a flame, delicate and ephemeral, which you might extinguish unwittingly.
Do not promise me love, with empty words that echo in the night,
For my heart is fragile, susceptible to the whims of uncertain flight.
I crave deeds, not mere words that dissolve into the air,
I yearn for sincerity, for truth that is pure and fair.
Only then will I know, with unwavering clarity,
That your essence holds justice, impeccable and rare.
Do not promise me love, for whispers are but the wind's playful jest,
Like flowers that scatter, they are but transient at best.
Gift me words embraced by the strength of truth unfurled,
And nights that linger, enduring in this fleeting world.
Do not promise me love, do not be a deceiver’s artifice,
For I do not wish to stray in dreams that dissolve into nothingness.
Be by my side, in each fleeting moment we seize,
Together, let us sculpt a future from life’s refreshing breeze.
Do not promise me love, for my heart is not a game,
Where we gamble our fortunes, entangled in fortune’s name.
Place your hand in mine, let us walk this path as one,
And allow fate to weave our tale beneath the gentle sun.
Do not promise me love, I implore, do not weave illusions,
For amidst life’s tumult, I seek no further confusions.
I merely wish to know your love is sincere,
And that we’ll live our love, vibrant and pure, and ever near.
In the mystical flow of consciousness, where emotions weave and unwind,
Let us bind our hearts not in words that the wind disperses soon,
But in the truth of shared moments, in the magic of the now,
In a world where love is real, under destiny’s vow.
Didn't know it would hurt this much,
I wasn't prepared for it. I loved your imperfections and the memories I
didn't think I had, flown in abundance
and that is what hurt the most. I'm
honestly left with the good ones and
the bad ones make it better. I'm tearing because I hoped to see to see you again.
The real you and not the lifeless one papa. Your first grandchild will miss you. I'll miss when you scold me for not calling you enough. When you offer me pap in the morning when I visit, even when you know I wouldn't take it. When you jest about giving you a great-grandchild when you had a bunch of grandchildren invading your peace already. I'll miss the vocabulary you use and I have to go search for the meaning. Your wife would miss your little quarrels, how would she stay alone without you now? Your sister. She's the reason I feel more pain, she would be so lonely now. It was just you and her left. This would hurt her so badly and I can't help it because I feel her every pain, she's the closest human I love the most on earth. The young ones will call for you, search for you and knock on your door until they get used to never seeing you again. Rest now, rest well papa. There's no pain anymore.
I hope you have United with my uncles above. Tell them it's been more than a decade and I'm still not over them. I still think about the both of them and it hurts Me like a fresh wound melted in salt. We love you and this is a great loss for us all. I didn't think I would wake up this morning with such news. My eyes are swollen and my head bangs. I really wish I wasn't miles away. Watch over us now Grandpa. Adieu Papa.
Words spur meaning as time reveals,
Heart owns feelings where space appeals.
Hurl then pure voice that owns the fling,
Live well each choice as Seasons spring.
Zest works magic in simple fest,
From grounds static blooms fun and jest.
Self-talk is good if you but see,
Poise fills each mood with certainty.
Stick to fond cheer that knows fine glow,
Live without fear so love may grow.
Seek peace of mind in simple grace,
Live good and kind as joy fills space.
Be without guile to live most light,
Think thoughts worthwhile that yield true sight.
Within your soul all answers wait,
Seek that sure whole beyond mere fate.
Time and space change in fragile days,
Things then turn strange in vivid play.
Be unafraid of pain and stress,
Yield not to dread in mad address.
All in good time your tale you own,
Bear with all chimes known and unknown.
Leon Enriquez
03 January 2015
Singapore
I sit here now with heart and mind;
Pray fond endow to send most kind.
God bless your days with courage bold;
Let light fill stay with warmth when cold.
May all you feel bring fond good cheer;
Let lovely spring unfold right here.
When sorrow comes around the bend,
Know that faith sums the way you stand.
When hurts and pain cast shadows dark,
Know that hope gains a brand new spark.
When harshness falls upon your maze,
Know beyond gall that joy clears haze.
When something bad happens in life,
Know that thoughts glad will ease the strife.
When smiles seem lost in bitter times,
Know that the cost will fund new rhymes.
When days look sad with rancid waste,
Know beyond bad to grandeur's taste.
Keep faith and hope when dreary flings;
Keep lovely scope to sculpt and sing.
May wit and jest bless your life quest;
May your fine fest bring love and rest.
Leon Enriquez
13 July 2014
Singapore
(Afternote: I was thinking about Monterey Sirak
when I wrote this poem. I read her blog
and found out that her son was recuperating
after a fall while climbing. My heart goes out
to Monterey and her family. God keep you. )
WHAT ABOUT WOLFS
shel silverstein: a bit childish, his giving tree my kids remember, though its parts were dismembered as it gave to the bitter end of life.
ogden nash: well, he gives us moo and milk, until the utter end, short and brief. reminds us of the soup’s - wolf.
wendy cope: born in kent in the london broil (ahem…borough) of bexley. things are going clunk and your face has too much gunk, a hoarder with thirty years of junk and especially she doth remind us don’t answer email when you're drunk.
william james collins: a hoot, billy! only child, born in manhattan, dear old dad worked on wall street. a poet laureate’s big recital on two poems about what dogs think (probably) - what about wolfs?
gershon wolf: he’s flower power-ful in his jest. for example - hippies pulled the triggers and out came flowers. though other comedic poets might create a chuckle, gershon always makes us smile.
7/21/2022
"Jesus Born in a lowly stable, a symbol of forsakenness became the redeemer of the whole world. It doesn't count how poor has been our birth. What matters is who we finally are or what we become"- By Poet
On a bleak and frosty night
Vexed and weary two travelers rode
Along the pathways-craggy and ragged
From Nazareth, trudging miles on end
Full pregnant, was she with child
Mary -the Virgin, suffused with Spirit Holy
Divinely ordained to bear the Godly Prince
Conceived before, she had known her spouse.
Abiding in Heaven’s Providence n’ care
They had rode past miles behind
Far too fatigued by the trip
Mary, now badly needed a place to rest.
Heading towards the blinking lights
Not far from the city’s guarded gate
Joseph sighted a tavern-small
Perched high on a tiny hill
A sense of relief beamed past
They have come at last to the journey’s end
Finally found a place to rest!
An interim home away from home
Tethering the donkey outside the gate
Joseph helped Mary alight the brute
In eager search, he hurried inside
With Mary, following with faltering steps.
But the couple, to their dismay found
Within the tavern, room, there was none
For many a man had gathered round
To halt there on that freezing night
Sundry folk from surrounding lands
Had reached Bethlehem for the yearly census
Tradesmen selling clothes and cheese
Nomads of varying clans and clime
Petulant camels, braying donkeys
The place was littered with man and beast.
The tavern small, so packed to full
Had no more space to harbor the crowd
Mary and Joseph, though dejected,
Were encamped within a manger- warm
With tender concern, Joseph joked,
To ease the strain on Mary’s face
“Gaze upon this palace of gold
Where a son shall soon be born to us”!
Mary smiled a gentle smile,
Humored by her husband’s jest
Under the gaze of tethered hosts
In veiled privacy of the midnight gloom
She gave birth to a radiant child,
The great Redeemer to all Mankind
The star studded sky suddenly glowed
With a rare brilliance never beheld
And a celestial voice trailed along
Delivering ‘tidings of joy’ to the globe around
20, December 2021
Nativity New poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Eve Roper
Resubmitted for Old Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
Beauty speaks
Silence profound;
Truth shows peak
As grace now grounds.
Watch well to see
Beyond mere looks;
Truth is beauty
As wonder hooks.
See what you see
This moment here;
Watch love set free
Fond touch my dear.
In heat or thaw
The seasons move;
Forget your flaws
In mindful grooves.
Now is the time
To dance and sing;
Pen your fond rhymes
Warm play you bring.
Here is the place
To feel good cheer;
Brief time you trace
Bold fest most dear.
Go on your way
To tell your tale;
Live well each day
In sun and gale.
You cannot fail
As humour fits;
Just lift the veil
As jest frames wit.
If you must act
Spice passion clear;
Purpose greets tact
When poise knows cheer.
Glimpse true beauty
That calls you now;
Mind fond fancy
That funds endow.
A wild card knows
A wise touch grand;
A man must show
A brilliant stand.
Leon Enriquez
17 October 2017
Singapore
Seek to thrill fest with happy plots,
Attend to jest to jazz your lot.
Seek then to know a certain feel,
Intent now grows as flavours spill.
Seek that fond light that shows you how,
Transcend mere sight right here and now.
Seek stillness here in surge of peace,
Claim profound cheer in charming ease.
Seek the unknown deep in your core.
Vivid feel owns sense beyond more.
Seek to live love with kindness true,
Ascend above vain human hues.
Seek to feel grace as faith sculpts hope.
Embrace each face that reveal scope.
Seek deeper strains that lie within,
Joy beyond pain waits you unseen.
Seek to be kind to all you meet,
Truth is not blind but ever greets.
Seek to change hearts with love that heals,
Yes you can start with fine goodwill.
Leon Enriquez
22 January 2016
Singapore
Ladies and gentlemen, and all the rest
We do entertain you to the fullest
As pickle members of well-being zest
Showing functional roles for healthy quest
Making us thank God*, we’re uniquely blest!
Ready are we to show our savory best
Sizzling loudly, exuding flavor’s jest
Behold our spices strong in challenging taste test
Mustard seed, chili powder belt song-fest
While turmeric yodels from choir loft nest!
Onstage are fresh herbs lilting with delight
Ginger, onion, garlic, dill … sway to flight
Along salt and vinegar’s graceful might
Ecstatic midst olive oil’s waltzing sprite
Satiating awesomely everyone’s appetite!
Molasses, alum rise to freedom height
Swirling around cucumbers’ soaring sight
As crispy carrots with shrimps glide aright
Bottled on display for dieters’ plight---
In our party, you’re welcome --- since we palatably invite!
*In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
September 7, 2022
6th place, "It's A Pickle Party" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose; judged on 9/10/2022.