Long Limps Poems
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Sky deep dark
Flash of lightning;
Teary weather
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Mahjong game
Mental gymnastics;
Feel tile speak
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Words come
By this sidewalk;
Old friends meet
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Joy wears a face
Happy moments;
Family mahjong
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Baby shower
Floral colours;
Infant fast asleep
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Background noise
Pulse of cheer;
Happy applause
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New flavours
Keto diet plan;
Purge all carbs
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Rain invigorates
Park walkway;
Foliage freshly wet
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Downtown trip
Buying spree;
Sales galore
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Sad eyes
A new tale;
Unspoken
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Old vendor
Pain limps awkward;
Age punctuated
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Playground wet
Children in dismay;
Play suspended
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Pretty lady
Two kids in tow;
Stops to debrief
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Earth brown chameleon
Spying next move;
Freeze-frame portrait
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Old footpath
Random footfalls sculpt;
Mud patch monochrome
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Young lovers
Eye to eye stroll;
Love greets electric
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Ice-cream seller
Old world flavours;
Big people congregate
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Crimson evening
Sun smiles fiery red;
Darkness intercedes
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Squirrel scurry
Uncertain moves;
Run up old tree
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Leon Enriquez
24 June 2017
Singapore
Wings in puddles.
There must have been a leak,
and in the sky nothing fly’s
but a crippled gale,
it limps now, yet howls still
from the far side of lost town.
Wind-drones moan in bare trees
sky wreckage litters.
Dead Purple Admirals
have gone down in rainy heaps.
Painted Ladies rest forever.
Longwings no longer sail,
for the roaming Yellow Swallow Tail
It is trails end.
Who broke the netting and the roof?
What dashed all
upon a fluttering flood?
Was it the piratical gulls?
No, like this emptying daylight
they have been flung into hiding.
Somewhere in this arboretum
new chrysalids sway on twigs,
soon there will be wings,
but not here in this ruined shelter
wear the air drips wetly
as if with tears.
Something goes wrong with the purifier
Someone must go on and activate the code
But whosoever risks deadly levels of radiation exposure
Fawkes volunteers, after all he is a super mutant, what should he fear?
The purifier sparks, creating a radioactive explosion
Two weeks later the lone wanderer awakes with nothing broken
He finds Fawkes raiding the nuka cola vendors
The lone wanderer limps feeling tender
He says to Fawkes 'I need a vacation'
Fawkes laughs and says 'Be Patient'
The lone wanderer asks why and Fawkes responds 'Because we've nearly stopped the Enclave Invasion'
He laughs and grabs his sword, gatling, and magnum
Fawkes tosses him a Nuka cola quantum
The lone wander chug it down, tipping up the bottom
The soldier, he looked down at me
While I protested vociferously.
He seemed to be but twenty-five
An age that weathered eyes belied.
And as I turned to walk away,
I heard the soldier up and say:
“It seems that you don’t understand,
What it takes to protect this land.
The price we pay for what we do,
What we suffer for folks like you.
The cost of keeping people free
Is letting go of the fantasies.
The stories all you people tell,
Burn away in war’s fiery hell.
The illusions that most people hold,
They Sink away to depths untold.
To keep you safe we confront truth,
And force along the end of youth.
You chant and say ‘Let’s end all war,’
It’s understandable deplored.
But you never seem able to derive,
That the end of war is the end of life.
As long as folks can think on their own,
Conflict will exist, and war will be close.
To end it all, the cost would be
All trace of individuality.
A price too great for man to know,
Better the chance of trading blows,
Than giving up what is our essence.
It’s a bloody but important lesson.
And since the battle can never end,
You’ll always have need of warrior men,
To fight against chaotic tides,
To hold a line against the night.
And as for seeing an end to war,
Only dead folks will see no more.
We don’t as much for what we do,
In money I make less than you!
We ask no power, small or large,
We don’t demand to be in charge.
We don’t need swoons or genuflects,
We ask only that you show respect.
And though it makes bleeding hearts burn,
It’s a respect we’ve dearly earned.
By watching buddies die and scream,
By hearing them in haunted dreams,
By seeing our peace-time lives crimped
By missing limbs and nagging limps.
We just want you to understand
What such a life does to a man.
To keep peace for this country, wide
A piece of all of us must die.
And even if we survive steel rain,
What comes home will never be the same.
We do it ‘cause it must be done,
To those for fear no law but guns.
We stand up strong and take the blast,
So common folks, the rage will pass.
And had we not chosen this life
You’d all feel the weight of death-run-rife.”
And then the soldier walked on by,
I could not believe he’d bought the lies!
The fool, he probably stayed up late,
Thinking up new folks to hate!
If he’d only go to college, he’d see
The real heroes are protesting…
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At dawn, the spiderweb holds
a universe of dew~
each droplet quivering
with its own silent law of gravity.
We call it a miracle
when the stray cat
limps to our doorstep
and stays.
But what of the way
bread rises in the oven,
slow and certain,
as if the yeast remembers
some ancient pact with hunger?
Or how the old oak
split by lightning
still pushes one green shoot
through the wreckage
every spring?
We name these things
rare, divine~
as if the ordinary
weren’t already
a kind of falling
upward.
(Dedication: For my PoetrySoup
friend, Lenny Gazbowski)
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Cozy comfort
Silky bed linen;
Somnolence sums
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Humid heat wave
Hot sticky sweat;
Fatigue brines
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Thought in deep sway
Philosophy flings;
Wit sums humour
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Love the first-cause
Life dances brisk;
Symbiosis
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Start here
Live now;
Death sums
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In this moment
Eternity hurls;
All-in bet
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Too late now
Old man yearns;
Death's one leg in
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Waiting time
Long clinic queue;
Off-flavour faces
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Smiling old man limps
Terrier runs around;
Barking commands
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Morning repast
Make smiles curl;
Silent conversations
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Less talk is more
Everyone agrees;
Loud chatter boxes
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Bamboo saplings
Promises to keep;
Haiku moments
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Being blooms
Becoming grooms;
Now empty room!
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Zen garden moods
Configured space;
Meditative
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Old man stares
Moon struck smiles;
Soliloquy
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In my dreams
Mother smiles;
Father sips beer
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Heart thinks
Mind feels
Cross over well
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Green grass verge
Floral beauty hides;
Unseen glamour
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Leon Enriquez
25 May 2016
Singapore
Esteemed personages and jurists
let the oral arguments begin.
Sir, the legality of your position on this
most serious of matters
limps like a drunken duck.
Madam your logic has diminished,
it trips over its own dung,
it bleats like a flea bitten nanny-goat.
Sire, your robes make you look fat.
Madam, your mother resembles
a demented Pitbull.
Sir, your ass requires two chairs.
This case is flawed.
This flaw is the case!
The floor is wet madam, are you incontinent?
Your flapping mouth is toothless Sir.
Gum me !
Go dry your nuts in a microwave donkey breath.
“My respected colleagues,
decorum please,”
pleads another pillar of the law.
Together – ‘Shut-up fish face!'
Long thoughtful pause,
while giant legal minds deliberate.
A deep disembodied voice intones::
"The Supremes have adjourned for lunch."
A mighty fortress is this venerable plane!
A flying fortress indeed - the adversary's bane!
Though she groans as through the celestial dome she flies,
There's no sturdier old queen ruling the skies!
Though badly battered by bursting flak and shell,
She limps home from missions having flown through hell!
Mission completed, her tires gently kiss the aerodrome,
Once more bringing her valiant crew safely home.
Ground crews patch the old warrior to fly another day,
And load her belly with fuel and ammo without delay.
The crews who proudly wore the Eighth Air Force Patch,
Will argue there's not a plane yet built to meet her match!
The old veteran served faithfully during the Second World War,
But very few of these elegant birds grace the skies anymore.
Some rest their weary wings displayed in museums here and there,
To be admired by future generations. tended with loving care!
Sometime after midnight, it had rained
Putting out summer’s sultry heat
The sky had its face washed clean
And wiped the grime off Earth’s soiled feet
The dawn is quietly breaking
Night lights still glimmer here and there
The blue firmament remains cloudless
And cool is the mild blowing air
The sleeping town is slowly waking up
And at this transitional point
I look out into the street
To see a sight that shall never disappoint
Along the road moves one, ragged and withered
His discolored white hair left unkempt
With hunch back and drooping shoulders
The marks Time has left of the hard years spent
Though age has drained his life sap away
He has a firm resolve never to beg
His frail body supported on a stick
Serves as a veritable third leg
With his staff, he perseveringly stirs
Every heap of abandoned rubbish
Indiscriminately piled on either side of the road
Hunting for trinkets lying hidden in the trash
A rag picker with a sack on his back
Picking up today’s treasure
From yesterday’s discarded trash
Things, for him ‘priceless’ beyond measure
With complaints none
He faces life and its trials
Never losing the glitter in his eyes
Though a loner in life’s dark isles
I ask myself, why every day
I routinely look for this man who limps along
And I get a quick answer
‘He helps you turn your sobs into a song’
Spring forms changed.
Jasmine limps.
Corn plaques shirred.
Shore is without breeze now.
I didn't grasp my own home!
Public blame current flow.
Pulse spurred over the dome.
Soft breeze fades in midst snow.
They're saying its spring glom!
I'm getting weirder every minute.
Pulse can't yield to my chest and calm down!
At once, the ocean is turbulent.
Lonesome went to sit on barren mound.
I gaze out to the long horizon.
When will the spring ship arrive in port?
Only then will the high tides slow down?
Tonight is a full moon! Oh, my dream
Weakened, returned with shattered vision.
Written: July 01, 2021