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Open the drawer you'll see a diary,
A wimpy kid full of anxiety,
Lean frame meek face all I got,
but I strolled blithely.
The first page got my expensive dreams covered,
A trip to the Alps in the shimmery Swiss summer,
then hike the Mont Blanc and write some for her,
sitting on the rocks sipping mild liquor,
tongue-in-cheek, whimsical humor.
On that note please turn over to the next page,
chips n antenna never held my gaze,
too late to pull out I must stay,
I must say,
I might pull this one off,
else my achievements be measured by a length gauge.
A grave predicament I'm stuck in,
maybe I need to do something,
maybe I need to be fronting,
but nothing surprises me anymore,
seeds I sowed shall be reaped come forth.
Page three demands me to rise above obscurity,
scale heights not meant to be,
Rake opulence not meant for me,
As right as rain, I want things to be.
For now, I'll hit the sack with a twinge of guilt,
cause I dreamt of things far ahead of me.
Meek mellow maze:
Choice crafts calm craze,
Dreams dazzle daze,
.
Charm clumsy cheer:
Niche nurture near,
Prize profound peer.
Bright blossoms bloom:
Rich rapture rooms,
Glimpse grandeur groom.
Heed happy hooks:
Set sizzling spook,
Browse brilliant books.
Grab gainful grouse:
Heed healthy house,
Best bubbly browse.
Read rivers rest:
Boom bravely best,
Gain gaudy guest.
Time treasures tell:
Spread sparkling spell,
Dreams drizzle dwell.
Books bolster blame:
Notice nice name,
Spice succinct same.
Bounce beaming books:
Happy highs hook,
Library looks.
Prize profound play:
Dance dreamy day,
Self-help streams say.
Leon Enriquez
23 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
Tashunka Witko, better known as Crazy Horse, had a vision of a red-tailed hawk at Sylvan Lake, South Dakota. In his vision he saw himself riding a spirit horse, flying through a storm, as the hawk flew above him, shrieking. When he awoke, a red-tailed hawk was perched near his horse.
Earthbound,
and yet I now fly
through the clouds that are aimlessly drifting ...
so high
that no sound
echoing by
below where the mountains are lifting
the sky
can be heard.
Like a bird,
but not meek,
like a hawk from a distance regarding its prey,
I will shriek,
not a word,
but a screech,
and my terrible clamor will turn them to clay—
the sheep,
the earthbound.
Mama Africa; beauty is oneness
So much love she have got to share, pure she's just like gold
Her glowing black skin so unique and alluring;
Attracting, healing, elevating,inspiring and vibrant
She don't wanna be save don't save her
She don't wanna be save because she's the savior herself
Saving and nurturing all she loves without hollering
The awakened one brimming with energy to awaken more
Dark in complexion pure in consciousness, light giver
Mighty and powerful whoever she touches, change is attained
She's fearless and he-artful, showering love and care
Blesses whoever cross her path, generous deeds all she does
The walk she walks, shows her confidence, cat walk
Walking like a tigress She is, speaks life into the lifeless
Her wrath; enlightenment not punishment, without hesitating
Yelling the greatest inequality is trying to make
What is not equal to be equal, She revisionist
Revising every causes, breaking all chains
Pure and meek; All hail her holiness as she...
Wrestling all evil until the demons pants no more
Leaving every devil breathless.
War is the art of making a withdrawal at the bank
With checks written in the blood of patriots
Spending lives
Without a care or whim
Sacrificing body and soul
Life and limb
To justify a means to an end
The most vicious of my troops I send
To pillage a loot
Your cries of peace are moot
Its truly a tragic scene
For the continued slaughter
Of the fleshy targets
Of everyone’s daughter
I surrender myself
As a modern-day martyr
This is what I do
I destroy them
For you
Point, aim, click
And they explode on cue
Delivered death
Retriever of your continued breath
Until there is nothing left
The charred carcass I heft
To be tossed to the pile
Stacked deep by the mile
Offering a wicked smile
To intimidate
My target of late
The reaper of souls
Would like a date
Not picky
Of your attire
Or where to eat
Just where to hang you by your feet
So you swing to the beat
Of the ratty tat tat
And the boom boom gloom
It’s a buffet of mayhem and doom
Your dance partners
Wear a pin and a spoon
Pull aim and throw
Watch the flesh
Separate and blow
Meat and greet
A disgusting show
Yes its quite fun
Fooling the simple
Almost satisfying
Like popping a pimple
But more fascinating
To watch the meek
Struggle like sheep
Taking orders for death
How would you like it prepared?
Well done, medium or rare?
How about vile and unfair
Without a care
Doing everything I dare
Laying the insanity of humanity
Bare
For all to share
In 1080p
For all to see
Or possibly 4K
To taste the flavor of the day
Bright and vivid
So you can get good and livid
And cry out WHY?
Do so many have to die?
A fair question to be sure
And I do concur
But humanity has it’s lure
It’s a hook
Its a crave
To control others
By filling the grave
Of the willing
To do the killing
Because they were told
By the rich and old
If they win
We fold
Were sold
They will break our mold
And end up cold
It’s truly a rotten game
This thing called war
It should be called
The nothing of evermore
Nothing
Ever
Becomes
More
Eric (and sometimes not)
Everyone was so excited
When they always get invited
To parties, dinners and much more
Better than the one before
Hanging with friends new and old
While I was left in the cold
Never being asked to join
Being left alone again
Invisible and disappearing
From the fun others are sharing
Shy and quiet, small and meek
I was playing hide and seek
But no one ever seemed to find me
Happy days were left behind me
No one had a single clue
I was so alone and blue
So I stayed in my sad place
With no smile on my face
And no friendly sweet enjoyment
Like my world took a deployment
All my good times took a hike
Never being loved or liked
So I live all by myself
My emotions on a shelf
As I was walking late one night along a downtown street
I came upon a sad, sad sight that led to hope’s deplete.
The painted ladies paced the night in black stiletto heels,
and searched beneath the neon light for what the dark conceals.
Along the row of sleezy bars and smoke filled cabarets
where lonely men forget their scars and drown their woes away;
there walked a girl so innocent, so gentle, meek, and mild;
the pains of life lay imminent before this virgin child.
She left her home and came out west, from Kansas I believe;
the search for stardom was her quest; she thought she could achieve.
Her dream be famous and be seen, a movie star to be;
to see her face upon the screen and name up on marquee.
But fame is such a fickle friend, and always out of reach;
when lost, her life did soon descend and innocence impeach.
Like those who came before her found, to make ends meet somehow,
you had to compromise your ground, give up, give in, and now
she’s doomed to always walk the night in black stiletto heels,
and search beneath the neon light for what the dark conceals.
And this, my story thus concludes a tale of childhood lost;
for most the quest for fame eludes, and comes at such a cost.
April 30, 2018
We all employ them in different ways,
most wisely, to inspire, cheer or praise.
Some try to keep them clean, and some do not.
Depleted of them, we can’t voice a thought.
We use them to make small talk, break the ice,
or offer resolutions, give advice.
We wheedle and beguile with them for gain,
or we may sharpen them, inflicting pain.
Consumed with envy, vengeance or with hate,
we hurl them to deride or to berate.
And it’s the foulest ones that some will seek
to ravage fragile spirits of the meek!
But other times, we ply them to entrance.
We spin a tale with them or make them dance
across a page in lines of poetry
by wielding them to capture imagery.
So whether they be dull or cast a spell,
we learn and grow if we digest them well.
And whether they be heard or signed or read,
it’s by the power of words mankind is led.
for Mac McGovern's "by request only contest, part 2"
Oh listen people to my story
And a tale of Christmas glory
It happened in a quiet town
And this is how it all went down
A Stranger who was passing through
With piercing eyes of azure blue
Had met a man who'd reached the end
His broken heart that wouldn't mend
This Stranger who was meek and mild
Found out the man lost wife and child
The things he cherished most on Earth
Both died while wife was giving birth
A man the town had known so well
Was left here now an empty shell
So every day the man was prone
Sat on a park bench all alone
The Stranger took him by the hand
And told the man what he had planned
Your wife and child I vow to save
And resurrect them from the grave
So wipe the tears right from your eyes
And witness glory from the skies
Then with the coming of the night
Their graves were washed with blinding light
The Stranger bowed his head in prayer
With the sound of choirs in the air
This broken man was so beguiled
When both wife and child rose and smiled
In awe the man fell before them
This miracle that stood before him
The tears of joy streamed down his face
And thanked the Stranger for his grace
Then as they heard an Angel cry
The Stranger lifted to the sky
This family well and on their way
Was back together Christmas day
The sun beamed through her window, and brightened up the air
When the mornings dim moon faded, she saw stardust everywhere
Her little nose softly whistled, and her eyelids gave a wink
When the lampposts in the garden, had all begun to blink
The sunflowers all popped up their heads, looking tall in all their poses
While the tulips and the daffodils, were mingling with the roses
My child woke up from her sleep, and fed water to the plants
Then she sprinkled stardust on them all, to watch them all wake up and dance
Peeking through my bedroom window, and watching my daughter having so much fun
I had to smile when I saw my child, laughing and waving to the sun
Good-bye she spoke in her meek-quiet voice, I'll see you again, Mr. Sun, real soon
But I have to go to school right now, so please come back this afternoon
So, when schooltime was over, and she was skipping her way back home
The sun popped out to stay with her, so she would not skip back alone