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It all started in a one cool game,
Looking those eyes was so lovely to claim.
Your scent of sweat reminds me so much,
I was secretly staring while searching nothing in my pouch.
Your smile lightens my whole dark world,
Brighten my day like a one luxurious gold.
Then you looked at me when I said something good,
Secretly crushed seeing those naked eyes better than so good.
I don’t know so much more about you,
Attraction is what I so much feel for you.
You totally look bad having those cursive tattoos,
You are all well respected wearing those leather shoes.
Can’t expect for something even more,
Those sweet smiles own by someone forevermore.
Maybe things should end up on this little feeling…
Crushing you is unforgettably sizzling.
When chips are down
With choice of bets,
Let cheer purge frowns
In clear mindset.
When all seems lost
In anxious feel,
Let poise bear cost
In sure goodwill.
When times look bad
With messy burns,
Let moments sad
Fling good returns.
When crash brings pain
To life's affairs,
Let charm bear strain
To cheer the air.
When pain bleeds wit
In reverse jest,
Let heart bear hits
And wait on zest.
When joy seems rare
In surge of woes,
Let go of cares
To find good stores.
When days and night
Turn into Hell,
Let focus sight
A wealthy spell.
When you can't start
To feel the flow,
Let silent heart
Show what you know.
Leon Enriquez
05 August 2014
Singapore
My side of the story told by someone else,
so now I have no need to say it myself,
because they heard it as if worded
by bad mental health,
all my falls are my fault as I've foolish thoughts,
How come they don't hear me and don't let me talk?
Are they thick are they dumb do they fall when they walk?
Listen to both sides of the story,
first rule, liars quickly talk,
victims need to thought sort,
the first story will be failure of all things,
the second more likely short and boring,
the first story is invented,
I bet the truths less eventful,
Liars lies are quick interesting cries by design,
the truth maybe thick but no target in mind
If it's aimed at a person to make them look bad,
think how you'd talk if you blame, not attack,
you wouldn't focus on the person more the loss,
it's annoying but we talk no hate comes across.
This could be Washington's View
Only slightly tongue in cheek
By Franklin Price
6/10/2017
This could be Washington's view
They've nothing better to do
Get Trump quickly out
They stamp and they shout
He's not here for me or for you
He's here for the country we bleed
For sure not the money we need
He has billions and more
Needs no riches to score
Doesn't need our political creed
The creed is not written this way
But is how it is practiced today
If in congress I sit
I am a half wit
If I don't leave richer I say
Trump's here a lesson to teach
What he promised does not plan to breach
He has stepped on our toes
And our out of joint nose
We're finding a way to impeach
You're a fool if you don't see he lies
To the congress you seem to despise
We care so much for you
All America too
That thought crossed our fingers not eyes
Can't you see he's an egotist man
Foolishly doing all that he can
Makes his own self look bad
We're exceedingly glad
His own fires continues to fan
Can't wait 'til he burns himself down
And on a rail he rides out of town
When we help him along
We seem to do it all wrong
And you laugh at the bumbling clowns
None of us knows what to do
Not Trump, not Congress, not you
Who caused all this mess?
All of us I would guess
Can't resist as we tighten the screw
If we don't quickly come to our senses
Work together to raise our defenses
Russia won't be the big threat
If we fall further yet
Haiti could conquer our fences
Poor little Zena zebra was feeling oh so sad
She was born an albino, which made her look bad
Zena desperately wanted to fit in with the others
And have a stripy body like her sisters and brothers
Zena thought hard and came up with a cunning plan
She would paint some stripes, so she’d have great élan
Zena went shopping in a local hardware store
Bought some black paint for the stripes she’d adore
Her stripes were brushed on by a trusted friend
But quickly the can of paint came to an end
Sadly Zena hadn’t got any more money
Her half painted body looked rather funny
How the other zebra’s laughed at poor Zena
They called her names; they couldn’t be meaner
But good luck was on little Zena’s side that day
The rain lashed down and washed the paint away
For Zena had purchased watercolour paint
Now Zena’s back to white and she has no complaint
She stands out in the crowd because she is unique
Yes she’s different from the others but her look is oh so chic
Zena stands proudly in her white coat which shines so bright
She is delighted to say not everything in life is black and white
Moral of the story it is our differences that make us unique
A delightful Children’s fable Contest Sponsored by Carol Eastman.
Submitted to z contest old or new
Sponsored by Constance La France
07~10~16
Today I remembered
that I have a glass chin,
Its kind of funny
Your memory has no
specific time to bring things
to your attention.
For those of you who don’t know,
A glass chin or glass jaw
is a boxing term
for people who are
knocked out easily
when struck on the chin or jaw.
Back when I was in the Army,
and had been sent to Turkey
on a hardship tour.
On our off duty time
there’s not much to do.
So, along with reading books
I had been taking
a Kung fu class
in an outdoor gym.
We were having
practice matches in class.
Going a few rounds with each other,
I was number three in our class,
fighting with number two.
And I was a little over confident,
I just knew I was better
than my opponent.
We were moving around,
blocking each other’s blows.
I thought I was making him look bad.
Until he planted one
right on my chin,
it put my lights out.
And I collapsed like
a house of cards.
When I came too,
I was on the ground looking up,
My teacher and my class mates
were trying to get me back up
on my feet.
I learned that I have
a glass chin,
and to not be
Over confident.
She’s no longer here…but I like to keep her near
because that’s what children do
So when I have the time…sometimes in poem…sometimes in rhyme
I like to relive a memory…or two
Like how she always found a way…at least a little every day
to be patient, kind-hearted…nice
How all the time that she was living she could be so darn forgiving
How she lived a life of love and sacrifice.
Like how she loved to read a book…boy how she could cook
How she was not afraid to weep
how she would at no time partake of that final piece of cake
and I always wondered…when did she find the time to sleep?
How she jumped at every chance…to sing, to laugh to dance
If there was a stain upon on the floor then she would clean it.
How when I’d berate her…or told her how I hate her
She knew deep in her heart…I didn’t mean it
How she bought my new clothes first…I never reimbursed
yet, somehow, she was never out of style
And what about those nights…when I’d wake up in a fright
how she could erase a bad dream with just her smile.
She treated my friends old or new like they were family too
She seemed to make the whole world bright
And when things started to look bad…when I was hurting…feeling sad
She brought color to my world of black and white.
How her impact never died…she continues today to guide
my heart, my soul, my world and how I view it.
I hope she understood there were…so many times that I looked up to her
but in my heart and soul…I’m pretty sure she knew it.
Despite the fact she’s gone…I could go on and on
and I will when I am by myself…alone
But I’m sure each one of you have your remembrances too
so I’ll leave room now…for memories of your own:
When you have an image of yourself inside your head
that image shouldn’t be an image that you have to protect
because if it needs protecting it’s an image to forget
probably protecting an aspect perfected
It’s inaccurate and untrue in this image just for you
which is not about you placing all those strengths of yours in view
as it’s equally important you’re aware of what you’re crap at too
live your whole life comparing yourself with last years you
The most relevant comparison is you comparing you
there’s no other way more accurate with an answer that’s more true
when you compare yourself with people you forget how you’ve improved
immaturity gets you moody when jealousy forms from what other people can do
And never ever rate other people on a weakness you can see
you shouldn’t be creating their weakness based on your belief
as what you seek is a desperate need to judge with negativity
make them look bad so you feel better but that is not a victory
You know you’re sad when you think you have control over your peers
people who become like that avoid facing common fears
terrified of finding out they’re not the image they hold dear
asserting presence helps them believe the false image they think they appear!
There’s nothing more impressive (than personality)
There’s nothing more attractive (than personality)
The truth is honest not pathetic (takes personality)
Ask a question don’t pretend to get it (development you’ll see)
Wrong believes it’s always right (tragic little people)
strength will reconsider sights (attractive little people)
wrong thinks changing isn’t bright (tragic little people)
Weakness is stubborn knowing best
because the personality protects the nest
your image of you adapts it never ever sets
you’re right when you’re wrong if it makes you reassess
(Dedication: For Ann, who knows.)
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Follow your heart and listen well:
Do what you love and let it show;
All good things start when urge in-dwells;
Your musing dove inspires warm glow.
Go with the flow with inner voice;
Dare to dream big as wonder flames;
Discern and know your steadfast choice;
Sweet as a fig your primal game.
Your sure heart knows just what brings joy;
Love with passion as purpose drives;
Ask that you know your steady ploy;
Live bold action as your heart strives.
Dare to be bold with courage fond:
Look within you for inspired cues;
Let thought unfold in your own pond;
It's up to you to create you!
Live your best form each brand new day;
Focus and see a world of change;
Love is the norm that brings grand play;
Truth and beauty connects your range.
When things look bad as failure flings,
See through the dark that engulfs pain;
Cheer hides in sad: watch good times swing;
You heart will spark success again.
Learn to discern your time and space;
Be unafraid as failure comes;
Stare at concerns to yield your place;
Fear is a dread that zero sums.
Live with fond joy and dare to play;
Life is a game that you can win;
Defeat the ploy that fear portrays;
Wear well your name with faith within.
On earthly spheres right now and here,
Each man is born to a set tune;
Success is near beyond all fear;
Let work adorn what pulse attunes.
Know who you are as heart knows mind;
Walk your path well and do have fun;
Cause is a star that seeks and finds;
Result now dwells within life's pun.
Rhymes and reason follow the sun;
Do what you do with end in mind;
Sync with season and prime your run;
It's up to you to seek and find.
Keep mindset clear when things turn bad;
Love will know grace that governs each;
Keep heart sincere when sad turns mad;
Love firms your face to glimpse fond reach.
Here by your side, pure passion springs:
Here as you think a thousand deals;
Here for the ride, sure purpose brings:
Here as you link a hearty feel.
Keep doing now what your heart knows;
Keep faith and hope that lives love here;
Keep love's endow in sacred flow;
Keep poise and scope and work with cheer.
Remember well the words you say:
Encrypt your voice with pleasant poise;
Describe and dwell from play to play;
Live well your choice and thus rejoice.
Leon Enriquez
29 June 2014
Singapore
He looked at his orders and left out a long sigh
Raised his eyes to the clouds and asked, "Why, God, Why?"
The toughest assignment of a long career
A message to be taken to a family held dear.
He arrived at the station and began his walk down the street
There was a feeling of anguish he could not defeat
He found the home he was looking for
Took a deep breath and walked to the door
The man's face became filled with fear
He knew in his heart why the soldier was here.
As he delivered the message that their only son had died
"Oh no, not my baby, not my baby," the young mother cried.
There was a look of despair in the father's sad eyes
And undeniable grief in the young mother's cries
Their son had been butchered, not killed in the field
There would be no viewing, the casket was sealed.
We will not retaliate as the lone church bell tolls
Our leaders don't want to look bad in the polls
There is a feeling of anger that through my body runs
As politicians sharpen their image with the blood of our sons.
At night, alone, he feels the tears fill his eyes
The soldier is haunted by the young mother's cries
The war rages on and he answers the call
The battle continues and more soldiers fall.
We are in another Vietnam but this time it is not the war splitting the country. It
is the apathy of the American people. We need to care. We need to recapture our
patriotism and pride. We are watching our children die while the administration
bows down and worships the oil companies. We watch as people continually
violate our rights by abusing the first amendment. We are fighting a war for five
years that should have lasted five weeks. I'll fight to defend my country, but I'll be
damned if I'll fight so Shell and Exxon can get their hands on Iraqi oil.