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Premium Member A Mans Lament

A Mans Lament
By Robert (Bob) Moore©

Is your sweet wife a neat freak, drives you crazy every day
you get something off the shelf, and she puts it away
you think that you have lost your mind, it happens very quick
and you start to doubt you did it, your mind just played a trick

Everything goes back again, by the end of every day
she’ll need that in the morning, but for now it goes away
its not something I care about, she does it for herself 
back in the box, where it belongs, or maybe on the shelf

The study belongs to both of us, so I keep that halfway neat
there’s lots of wires and plugs and things, and I leave books on the seat
she still goes in to fix it up, the way that it should be
but not as much as other rooms, I call it OCD

The one place I can call my own, is out back in my shed
she rarely ever comes out there, and when she does, the dread
is written large across her face, but this place is for me
she does not say a word about the chaos she can see

There’s bits of wood, and tools and things, still sitting on the bench
and from last time I fixed the taps, she still can see the wrench
but I may need these things tomorrow, so right there they will stay
and if its not tomorrow, it could be another day

so we are both happy, and our boundaries keep within
she can keep our lovely house, as neat as a new pin
and I will have my man cave, to do what I must do
live with chaos and uncertainty, of what’s the next best thing to do.
Form: Rhyme


A Nurse

A person you go to when you’re aching
and  seek when you are hurt
someone you should be thanking
because she keeps you wide alert

A nurse is so empathetic
she knows just what you need to hear
makes you feel good not sympathetic
and keeps her cool and lends an ear

A nurse keeps you feeling good about yourself 
and boosts your self esteem
she gives a lot of herself
for her oath is to serve the team

The nurse is the most important 
part of the care, for without her 
we would be disenchant
trying to live with pain we could not bear

So today I give a big THANK YOU
to the ones that keep me feeling good
and mention to them, too
you should be honored with sainthood
Form: Rhyme

A Good Sense Of Humour Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality


A well-developed sense of humor is the pole that adds balance 
to your steps, as you walk the tightrope of life.
Quote  By William Arthur Ward 

We were young and filled with responsibilities 
new to town, married and in our early twenties 
My husband needed surgery and I didn't drive 
with two small kids I had to find a way to jive 

When I got to the hospital I bought him a souvenir
one big fury ape with a grin that said, "I'm here! " 
He wasn't in bed so I put the ape in bed instead 
a nurse came in, she almost fell over with dread 

He came out of the washroom and found  it there 
when it comes to humor we make quite a pair 
He soon recovered and the ape came live with us 
I took driving lessons, now I don't take the bus 

This is a true story of how I used humor to cope 
years have come and gone still I climb the slope 
Using humor in a crisis can surely help my dear,  
it can ease the soul and help you when you fear.
Form: Quatrain

Apology Accepted

Fill me with lies 
No goodbyes
Kill me with sorrow
No tomorrow
Break me with words
This is absurd
Drown me with hate
Is it too late?
To apologize...to apologize
Look me in the eyes...
And apologize...
You will never understand me
And you’re never going to find me
You took a part of me 
That didn't belong to you 
Well, live with what you got
I have nothing more to lose
Leave me here to rot
I have nothing more to lose
And if i do...
The only thing I'm losing is you...
So fill me with lies
Say your goodbyes
Shoot me with sorrow
There's always tomorrow
Your words can't break me
Your hate can't drown me
Look me in the eyes
You absurd man
It's never too late
To apologize...
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Peace

Love heals,
Joy shows;
Prize feel,
Soul knows.


Glimpse pure grace,
Know the truth;
Feel love trace,
Watch sure proof.


Peace of mind comes,
Heart feels warm cheer;
Watch how zest sums,
Soul journey here.


Be willing to be,
Allow love to glow;
For true beauty frees,
Truth that your heart shows.


Upon these earthly shores,
Word journey journal well;
Live with love that sculpts more,
Work your soul's poignant tell.


Glimpses of grace show wise fate,
Coming and going now see;
Precious moments at the gate,
Watch cast and play most lovely.




Leon Enriquez
18 May 2017
Singapore
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member The Lost Treasure


I didn’t know why on us the sky suddenly fell,
but in the deracinating storm  
we got uprooted from the native soil,
and wandered hapless anchorless,
like the floating driftwood,
until she found a distant alien land for us
to live and thrive again.

Times were real hard,
under the scorching sun of suffering,  
and swept by the spewing squall of uncertainty,
she used her weary hands to construct my life,
toiled for years and built for me a nest,
from where I soared in my sky,
flew to the horizon where I am today.

A time came when my job took me to another city,
and had to leave her all alone in the old house,
she won’t desert the home she toiled to make,
but promised me in a letter, the only one I got, 
conveying her heart, she would come one day,
and live with me. 

That day never came,
she left her old home, 
went to her new abode,
to live with the angels. 

The love of my mother inscribed in her letter
is a precious memorabilia treasure, I’ve lost.
If I get the box containing my missing things,
the first thing I would look for 
would be the letter of my mother,
the only one.

Premium Member What It's Like Being Deaf

My ears knows only silence/
It's an empty darkness, a quiet void/
The world snaps, grows frustrated, mad/
When words must be repeated/
But they don't see the truth of our quiet lives/
It's not our fault, so please be patient/
Growing up, through every season of life/
We face the bullies,  the ones who take advantage/
They don't understand, we are a culture/
Of our own/
Bound by language of hands and hearts/
We live with the silence that surrounds us/
But within, there is so much to say/
So show care, show understanding/
Repeat yourself if you must/
Because we do ultimately hear you/
Even if it takes three tries/
Be patient, be kind/
The deaf are people, too/
We feel as you feel/
We dream as you dream/
We cry as you cry/
Do not bully us, do not mock us/
Do not take advantage of us/
Because we are human, too/

Presidential Onions

Two men stood in my youth
Upon a pedestal which all beheld
Both placed on the reality behind the screen
I put my hand to it and cried

You were my only friends
Mr. Obama, you spoke about change.
All I wanted was change from my dreary life,
And then the other came.

Oh Shrek so glorious in your rotundity,
With you around I felt safe
Your smiling mouth, ears, and eyes
Gave me the comfort I needed to feel.

And there from my surprise
I heard him Mr. Obama say, “We will give it one more try.”
I thought he spoke of his second election
But he spoke of something I could not believe

He pointed to that strange onion
And Shrek smiled him and looked him in the eye
“Believe me!” He cried,
“Your always welcome in MY SWAMP.”

And so he left the swamp of Washington to another,
And chose to live with his significant other
“No more Fiona, my first gentleman.”
And so they winked and kicked Donkey outside.

And so I stood and waited as the green pair came upgraded
“We will defend you young person”
I thanked them and shook their firm hands.
You are too good for us to understand. Fly away free birds. 

And so it was they returned to the little TV box. 
I never saw them again they disappeared and I felt all was for naught
But as I crawl into bed
I once again see them floating over me-in my head. 

Its, ugh, never Ogre

Pray For Me

Pray for me, and I will pray for you,  Prayer is the best gift you can give, 
    Pray for me, and I will pray for you, Prayer comes from the heart, thy Heavenly father will never depart.. 

    Prayer for me, and I'll pray for you, if life gets too tiring for you, get down on your knees,  you never know who may need your help, let go, let GOD, give your worries to the Lord, for HE will be up all night anyways.. 

  Pray for me, and I'll pray for you, morning, noon, or night,  give it onto HIM, with all your might, I stepped into the baptismal font to take upon JESUS' name, the water was warm, the spirit was STRONG, I entered a weak, fragile, unknown women, unsure of her faith, I went backwards, into HIS waters, and came out a new, pure, confident, child, free of sin, pain, for I knew that I had the Spirit inside me, always there, always readily available for me to feel, see, express, whether out of tears, song, or words, silent or vocal.. 




God loves you, you are a child of god, walk beside me, lead me, guide me, teach me how to live so that I may live with you forever.. 

JESUS loves you, HE made you, he knows you, your words, your worries, your weaknesses, he dries your tears, and he sees you smile.. 

So get down on your knees and pray, JESUS NEEDS a place to sit down and stay awhile..
Form: Ballade

That Day I Met Death

I am glad I went to hell
Glad to have  met death 
Looked at his face, hugged him 
Fell to my knees, kissed his feet 
Asked If I could stay and live with him 
                                                          Not today
he whispered 
                                                          Not today you are just a visitor
But death look
Look
I have been to hell before 
So many times if I give it a thought
So much in fact
That every time things are fine 
I think that things are  great 
I just want to stay 
What do you say 
Death kissed me on my cheek 
Licked my face 
His breath. Smelled like ashes and death
His breath was romantic in that way 
                                                          Not yet my friend
                                                          You need to see heaven 
He said
                                                           So that I can finally snatch it from you 
                                                           I am not really content 
                                                           To see you here gladly.
Here I am 
At night glad I went to hell 
Because now I am certain 
I am certain to see heaven

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