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The backyard feeder for the birds
Brought squirrels who, for sure,
Believed that with some cast-off seeds
They certainly would score.
For months that worked for everyone
Until that fateful day
I looked outside to see
That squirrels can be local prey.
For right below the feeder,
A coyote stood his ground,
Then grabbed a fresh-killed squirrel
‘Fore he vanished with a bound.
I haven’t filled the feeder since
Nor ventured out to sit,
But it’s so lovely weather-wise,
I’m outside for a bit.
As soon as I sat down, three birds
Came swooping in for seed,
But with some squirrels realized
I had not fulfilled their need.
It’s sad that one coyote
Stole the pleasure we have missed,
Yet both predators and prey, I guess,
Both need to coexist.
Joy knows the way to live with tact;
Love funds pure zest in a sure trust;
Hope moves the day with calm to act;
Peace frames the best to prime bold thrust.
Sense sacred pact in grace and truth;
See faith firm form as heart meets mind;
Know the clear fact in task that shows;
Keep style and norm as love now signs.
Hurl wise words well in wind and fire;
Heed plot and play in sanguine stay;
Glimpse what time tells with firm desire;
Give thought each day to spark fond say.
Look beyond tense to fling bold thought;
Wise heart will gain the path to joy;
Be of sure sense to reach firm lot;
Live posture plain as dream employs.
Sail beyond time to a new space;
Linger with truth to fashion more;
Live lovely rhymes with cheery face;
Smell scented proof in witty shores.
Leon Enriquez
30 Mar 2014
Singapore
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Three sisters - two as lovely as the dawn,
the third, a travesty of face and form
and we - a trio of fine gentlemen,
(to all but former flames, who'd disagree!)
Like Musketeers, we fellows made a set -
one for us all and all of us for one!
So too, these ladies, we learned with dismay,
which left us with no choice but to draw lots...
Good manners and good breeding tantamount,
we chose three cards and tossed them in a hat -
two Queens and one that we had scratched to white
(which would, of course, prescribe the oafish girl)
At times, one is the cart... at times the ox
This night, a beast of burden I became
The first man pulled a heart, the next, a spade
but last to choose - alas! I drew a blank!
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Dear Ivy,
I am sorry we did not receive even just a moment to say goodbye
and thank you to each other
for all those school bus rides we took together,
you in your harness,
and me in my wonder
about what's coming next
from your talking head
to mine.
It is time for me to move on
to another student,
but I am happy to leave you in Miss Josie's care.
I know she will enjoy your time
invested in each other,
Listening and taking turns speaking kindly with each other,
Singing and maybe even a little dancing together,
reading and drawing as light and bumps allow.
Maybe you can teach each other
some new KnockKnock jokes.
KnockKnock.
Who's there?
Sandi.
Sandy who?
Sandy sandwiches
are not good for you.
KnockKnock.
Who's there?
Josie.
Josie who?
Jo see for yourself,
Open the door!
I am grateful to have so many silly and lovely memories
of you
to take with me.
And, the greatest farewell gift you could give me
is your reassurance
that these same warm and happy memories
of us
are what you will carry with you
on your great adventurous journey
into well-being.
Warmly yours,
Sandi
Sandi who?
Sandy snacks
are not so good for you.
Far from sight
I hear the sounds of mini birds chirping
Yellow leaves blowing from the ground.
The breeze, oh so peaceful!
The lovely trees that shelter the summer rays,
Sheltered me at night.
The sun is in haste, clock in ahead of time
The glittering of the twilight is enchanting
Because...
Dreams are made at dusk.
I walk and walk albeit I bow my head to the ground;
Thirsty, gasping and sweating...
But ah, the dew drops, the green moist leaves
Apparently Eased my bruised heel!
Indeed the silent street is; my silent dreams
my forgotten desire’s
My heart has nothing to ask for
Often numb by bruises, journeying through desert.
Yet I owe this silent street of life.
For that has enable me to embrace life as it arrived
To tipped my hat with awe,
To be at peace with nature and man
And vent not my voice to curse but bless.
One must walk through the silent street
Because...
The only Abled, I AM, walked that street;
Carried the heavy wooden cross,
Fulfilled the promise made.
Then I must not bide my time to walk the silent street;
Though it has its own distaste
It's a lucid gold, my very own delight
Because
My thoughts will be prune
My aim will no longer be narrow
My life is not in vain
You and I are treasured possession to Christ
And our joy will not be hidden.
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I once met a lovely girl
paint brushes she can twirl
on canvass of every moment
on every hearts basement
for long ago she was a girl
whose hair like an ice cream swirl
and by her talents I do twirl
and enjoy the moments with a whirl
the lovely girl I met before
Is the girl I appreciate even more
I from the very first beginning
Her artworks were already fascinating.
she was a girl I used to think
on he guitar's melody my soul sinks
My windows cant even blink
in her awesome dance i surely shrink
strumming her guitar's chord
rhythm composes life song
soothing melody depicts the word
on weary hearts all shared along.
oh my dear and precious friend
my love for thee will never end
though painful times may make my knees bend
still my love will never end.
my friend, the world is wicked
full of chaos, full of wrath
like other people said
on the every end of aftermath.
engulf God's indescribable love
Enjoy each moment of thine life
blessings sent from above
spent them not on strife.
This poem and message is dedicated to my lovely friend, Mary BlessedInk Riri.
Congratulations and thank you for sharing your thoughts, emotions and experiences with us.
You are blessed and you are powerful. Remember that we are here to lead. Wear your crown well, my darling.
Wear your crown well
By Michelle Morris
02/01/2023
Wear your crown well, my darling
Wear your crown well
You are a leader now
Wear your crown well
Your ancestors speak to me
They know your life story
They and God's angels
Are always available to you
Call out to them
Call out to them when you need help
Call out to them
They will never let you lose hope
You have travelled a long road
Dusty and with many thorns
You have healed the pain from
Ancestral harm and memories
So many difficult moments
You have overcome
You have stayed strong, dear one
You have become a warrior
Wear your crown well, my darling
Wear your crown well
You are a leader now
Wear your crown well
You are a leader now
Your clan will turn to you
The women need your warrior spirit
The men need your wisdom and truth
The children need your comfort
They need your proud example
Lead them well, my darling
And teach them the old ways
Never forget that
We are all connected
Your ancestors' blood and bone
Is part of you in every way
The culture and the knowledge
Is there in your heart
It is carried from your soul
Where it resides in the Universe
Wear your crown well, my darling
Wear your crown well
You are a leader now
Wear your crown well
Wear your crown well, my darling
Wear your crown well
Never forget that you are a queen
Wear your crown well
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Zahra was a woman and erotically lovely
Youthful, beautiful and passionate
Xanadu, an ice mountain paradise was her existence
Where she lived with her lover, a
Vampire, two hundred years un-dead
Utterly intoxicating was this man
Together they dwelled in bliss
Sublime and spiritual was their lovemaking
Rapturous murmurs of forever life his promise
Quivering, she whispered her deep love
Possession and control was his
Often he left their paradise to hunt
Never-failing to find the red blood they drank
Moments of madness haunted her
Leaving her life behind was her sadness
Kissing him always calmed her dead heart
Just before dawn they climbed inside an ornate coffin
Intertwined in each other arms
Hypnotic was his hold on beautiful Zahra
Gentle his cold touch
Flawless was their un-dead existence
Entrancing and ethereal is how she perceived him
Divine and desirable she could not resist
Charming her was easy for this dark un-dead man
Bedazzling her with whispered words and promises
And keeping her, his love prisoner . . .
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September 30, 2015
Poetry/Reverse ABC/Zahra
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If I were rich with treasures stored up
of gold and silver and pearls,
I’d exchange all my riches for just one day from the past,
when you were little girls.
Such lovely little girls you were, with shining golden curls,
Laughing, and playing, and imitating-
What a wonderful world it was!
Never mind, that we were poor,
For we had God, and the church, and each other,
And “ things” weren’t nearly so important then,
To a little girl and her Mother.
We cleaned, and shopped, and planned ahead,
To graduations, college, and weddings.
What a time of wonder we have shared!
Now I wonder where each of you is heading…
One day soon, I’ll leave this world,
With all its troubles and cares.
I hope, my dears, when it’s all over down here,
I can greet you at the top of the Golden Stairs.
The Snowmum
There was a little boy, and Maxwell was his name
His face shone brightly when he saw the snow, and he wanted to play a game
His mummy wrapped him warmly and tucked him in lovingly
Come on Max lets go outside and you can play with me.
They built a snowman from the snow, he was tall and round and fat
They put buttons for his eyes and they even found a hat.
They stayed all day to Max’s delight, but all to soon it was then night
Max and mum went inside; he blew a kiss, what a lovely sight
The morning came the snow had gone poor Max was devastated
He ran outside and looked everywhere but his fears were not abated
He searched the garden and the garage and under each and every bush
But all that was left of the snowman was a great big pile of slush.
His mother could not bear to see the lad so sad she didn’t know what to say
So she did something she had not tried before, she got on her knees to pray
She raised her eyes heavenward arms held in supplication
This is what I want of you this is my dedication.
I want him to have a snowman each and every day; I want him to be happy
I might even go to church, if you can make it snappy
The morning came and to his delight a snowman was just there
Max ran to his mummy, but he couldn’t find her anywhere.
He ran into the yard to see the snowman standing
It had a familiar face-just like the picture on the landing.
God had answered his mum’s prayer, but he was not one to be mocked
He had turned Max’s mum to snow and now she was quite shocked.
So remember what you pray for, and just do it carefully
What happened to Max’s mum could happen to you or me.