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The bride looked so lovely
All dressed up in lace,
The groom by her side
In His rightful place.
Food in abundance,
A mountain at least,
Guests by the hundreds
Flock to the feast.
French bread and garlic
Prawns in clay pots,
Sweetmeats and jellies
And ice cream for tots.
Chopsticks provided
For eating the rice,
For those who can’t work ‘em
Fingers suffice.
Old Uncle Albert
Says “waste is a sin”
So proceeds with a smile
More food to force in.
Due to his greed
He’s not feeling so bright
But continues to eat
Just out of spite.
Children are running
All over the shop
Some are so tired
They’re ready to drop
People are dancing
The music is loud
Everyone’s happy
What a great crowd
The sun is still shining
It has from the start
The bride and the groom
Prepare to depart
Into the limo
All cute coy and chaste
The groom bids the driver
“Drive on and make haste”
I’ve been to some weddings
This wasn’t the worst
I have to go now
Old Albert has burst.
September 2011
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so
William Shakespeare
It is all about perspective and that is key to heart
Shiny blade of cutting edge, do you kill or butter
pray tell, OH, Sitting knife !
Shall I use my quill and write about you as you are
or spin a yarn regarding you, telling tales to see how far ?
Should I stretch my wenden shades of rose for you,
or strive to see thy point of view !
Interpret me with candor and honesty dear mate,
and please remember this ...
If you hold me to the sun, I will reflect thy shine
if you hold me to the dark, all ignorance be thine !
Perception is key for all of truth's reveal
so may thine eyes be set in truth and see the good in me.
Make haste, adjust thy lens, ... take me to a place of love.
Can you hear that musical sound rising up out of the ground
Can you feel that peculiar beat running up and down the vein in your feet, I can’t imagine you are sitting there when all roads leads to over there, the stakes are high and the pilgrims are marching on the colorless clouds way up in the skies and universe is telling you to make haste before the vision dies.
They kneel down on mats chanting for the entire day for a miracle to come their way; beating their heads on the ground and repeating unfamiliar words that no one could understand and the whole village joins in the mysterious sing along.
It is the time of the day when daylight breaks out in the street
Disrupting my heart beat and the city closes the skies to the traffic going east and morning frowns in my face while the beast moves around with no traffic around parading on the street with a message that is very deep.
People lined the street with handmade flags waving it as the beast speeds along and they too carries a distant look on their face, they weren’t sure who was parading around in the town and they did not know where destiny is bound and the morning quickly swept away and then begins the start of a brand
New day.
Open the windows of your soul so that the story can be told
Open the windows of your souls and let the visitors in
Give them what they need so that they can repent of their sins
Turn on the lights in the streets and give everyone something to eat for the table has turned and the tension is calming down.
Take a ride with me on the open air bus and feel the vibes in
City, country and town, greet the people that you meet and give them something delicious to eat and when the day is done, all the Kings Men and women must go out and have clean fun.
If music will open the windows to your soul, let it play
If music will get you out of the dirt, then let us make music
And sing together
Open the windows of your soul before you grow old
Open the window of your soul and let the story be told
Open the windows of your soul and let us live together
Open the windows of your soul for a brighter tomorrow
Good deed is in your heart is where the music starts
Just open the windows of your soul and let me in
TIME FOR LOVE
Essence of love may fade with time.
Neither wait nor waste time,
being reticent or hesitant.
Drive out wobbling!
Bubbling blood should rush in flood.
Make haste to progress or to impress
never to egress.
Amour in glamour with romantic aroma
does not allow any dilemma.
Bud of lavender love may not unfold petals
on prolong waiting.
Be loud: Speak proud in prime time.
Time flows and goes away forever.
So! Dear, be prompt.
Come close with red rose
so far heart glows.
Proceed and propose
05/ 27/21
Re-edited on 07/11/21
'T' Contest New or Old Poems'
by Constance La France
Move On
(Anacreontic Verse)
Oh you tiresome
earthen road,
this traveler
faithfully has walked
your rocky path
of mystery.
I've traveled far
and traveled wide;
tired, I pause beside
your peaceful stream.
Its quiet soothes
my soul to long for
sleep in endless dream.
The fire is made,
the chores are done
why must I ever
move along?
Just let me lay
upon your bank
to hear your carefree,
rippling song.
But I must move on...
on and on!
Make haste while there
is sun and light.
More roads to walk,
more hills to climb,
before the dark
and cold of night.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Anacreontic Verse 1
Sponsor: Edward Ebbs
Judged: 11/18/2015
*Revised from an older poem, 'Move On, Move On
Discern and see the choice you make:
Taste sweet tasty such cacao flakes.
Fine food can free the senses dear:
Charm you can see as flavours steer.
Buy a fine feast, chocolate treat:
Indulge your least in highs that greet.
No need for guilt when pleasure primes:
Joy ever tilts fond taste gains chimes.
Cocoa seeds send fine flavours here:
A classic blend can usher cheer.
Chocolate can make wondrous eats:
You know my friend that happy feat.
Feed that sweet tooth with savvy food:
Pleasure can soothe that lovely mood.
Unique rich taste that simply swells:
So do make haste to eat and tell.
Why do I write of chocolate?
Good taste now cites a sensuous date.
To you who feel the pulse of life:
Chocolate will make pleasure thrive!
Leon Enriquez
08 January 2015
Singapore
If love is the disease of the heart, I want you to infect me with it, If love has impaired my vision so that I cannot see, I want you to blind me with it, and show me where you store it. If love is caught between the trees and I cannot move, send a tempestuous wind and sweep me off my feet and let me land on the other side where love abides. It has resided in my stomach for more than three years and has been spreading all over my body ,bubbling up in my flesh and playing music in chest. It has drained the moisture out of my skins leaving me, dry, skinny and thin, sometimes I tumble to the ground when the strength in my body has worn out. If love is a disease let me see the one that has infected me with it. If love is a disease lead me to the one that is dabbling in it. I sit quietly inside the room from morning till noon looking out the little window and penetrating the strangers, they walk by in a hurry with a sad look on their faces as if they have conquered all the ages; I try to figure out what they are thinking but it could be anything and as they slowly disappeared in the distance my heart began to compose a melodious hymn and the infection burst out in my face and starts infecting the whole human race. Some stand in the middle of the street and start washing their bodies with water from the running hose, some have caught the infection badly and could not find an immediate remedy; they lie flat on their belly on the sidewalk having a conversation with ground and twirling their bodies around and soon the entire town is infected with it. If love is the disease of the heart come and shower me with it; if love is on borrowed time, make haste before the sunrise, when love come knocking at your door and the journey is no more, wrapped your hands around it and use your palms to cover your face and love will swell in your clothes before the secret is exposed and you will keep asking for more; if love is a disease of the sea, wet me with it, if love is the disease of sun burn me with it before the day is done; if love is a disease of the heart fill me up and keep showering me with it.
I have been searching all my life for heaven in paradise but I just could not find it until my innate spirit reveals it. I searched from country to country over hills and valleys, mountain and plains; I walked until my feet were inflamed. But I could not find what my spirit reveals and what my heart feels.
I was carrying something with me, that was stronger than the energy that radiate in the sun and I had to find it before the day was done. It wasn’t within my reach, or I would have touched it, it wasn’t on the tree or my eyes would have behold it, but it was wrapped around my soul and destiny could not untangle it.You have to find a special code and make a hole in the mountain so that everyone can see what is waiting for thee.
Morning of the sun come and join me, if you have some time to spare, the army is going to march along the square. I have waited for this day to come, when I can go somewhere with someone special like you. I can feel your heart searching for me and when we find each other, we shall be free. I see you everyday but on weekend you go away and I cannot tell where you go and my soul keep searching for something I don’t know, it keep searching for something that I cannot see and this burden won’t go away from me so please make haste to come and rescue me.
Who can tell what is at the end of the road, who can tell
When the sun will come out and when the wretched courage of faith confronts you face to face on your first date, take a good look towards the hill and command your spirit to be still. I believe that the search will not be long, because my heart has indicted a wonderful song and when the time is right I will have right you by my side.
I knew there was something out there for me but I couldn’t tell if it was lodging at the bottom of sea and so I search for a diver to find it for me, and when I cast my lot, I almost fell off the rock, but the pebble fell into the ocean bed at the very spot where they wed and all of the sudden the cranes gather around to salute the crown. Height and might cannot break your will but courage and faith will break through the Iron Gate.
POEM MINICHU
I like Minichu style.
Rhyming to enjoy arousing true interest
With little smile.
Wish to compose!
To write in right form I try best.
Thought flows.
Great fun!
Not to make haste.
Done!
I like Minichu style.
To write in right form I try best.
Done!
10/21/20
First Place
Minichu Contest by Mohon Chutani
Long ago and across the sea
Our love was bound through destiny
Though lightening flashed and thunder rolled
We survived as one truth be told
Envy of the loveless hearts
Selfless souls who throw sharp darts
Invisible beneath their eyes
Our love is joined no one the wise
Absorb these words sip their taste
One day my soul we will make haste
To a lair safe and free
Where the loveless will not be
I trust you know what I mean
You lust for the same as me
Centuries have held us back
Souls like ours will never crack
Long ago across the sea
I kissed your lips and set you free
A taste of you I have not known
So sweet and lovely to the bone
A place within my heart I hold you
Forever interwoven I bid adieu.