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He was mad, all riled up.
A brother of few words, but always angry.
We two sisters were too much for him.
We did not let up because it was our goal to make a man of him.
Besides we were preteens, and in moods of our own most of the time.
Not our fault our parents decided to have a kid when we turned eight.
And it was great to see his face turn all red, and I mean red.
So this was one of those “rile up Richard” days. We had lots of them.
He was older now, and more eager to hurt us, but we still did it.
I am not sure how we riled him, but he came toward me like a bull.
Head down like a battering ram. I quickly moved out of the way,
And his head went through the drywall of the newly papered wall.
Destroyed new wallpaper; actually punched a crevice shape into wall.
If he had hit a stud, I imagine we would have been in big trouble.
We rearranged the living room furniture before mom came home.
Every time Mom got close to the corner we would all three laugh.
I am glad you are all getting along, she said, pleased.
Morning lurks
In dark alleys;
Haze presides
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Sunbeams seep
Hazy skies ruin;
Magical sunlight
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Hazy horizons
Smoky dust drifts;
Moody suspensions
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Moody haze
Depressed moods;
Choking smog
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Gratitude smiles
Lazy afternoon;
Sanguine sitcoms
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My darling smiles
Inner sunshine;
Travel talk here
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Random journeys
Mystery calls;
Cites fond journal
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Micro tales
Short and sharp;
Food for thought
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Touch of morning
Evaporated dreams;
Reality check
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Moments of madness
Breezy easy frolic;
Joy mingles cheer
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Old friend departs
Sad moments sum;
Fond feelings linger
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Sleepy moments
Loiter somnolent;
Wake-up call
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Leon Enriquez
13 October 2015
Singapore
Nauseating thoughts about noxious, and demeaning words
that smell worse than stinking socks on sweaty feet ,
replay in my head making me feel so small .
They swell in my mind , twisting my stomach,
urging me to throw up poisonous venom
of false accusations ,you've pumped into my blood stream.
But I know then , that after I regurgitate ,
this migraine you've caused will be gone, I will be relieved.
I will celebrate the accomplishment of living
without ever thinking of your existence again.
This time there'll be no effort to repair
nor would I feel the need to defend myself
for things I didn't do. This time I make no wrong decisions.
No , I will not be coming back to your illusional lies'parasites.
No, I will not cling to memories of better times ,
and inseparable moments, of sugar coated sweetness
and diabetic aftermath. My subconscious will memorise ,
but only the final act of your dramatic moods.
Our friendship is at permanent loss
But , I won't waste precious time scattering its ashes
nor mourning its death. No there 'll be no regret .
I will walk away from you , from all We ever had ,
I'll let new arms embrace me , and steal me from our past.
This is a revised poem . A big thankyou to all of those who helped me
with their suggestions.
"Emma" is a classic name, Jane Austen brought to claim
with a story rich of timeless grace, of a genteel English dame
A name that fit her many moods, guile match-making imposed,
for she'd twinkle mischief in her eyes... with cheeks the color rose
She meddled in the ways of love, impatient as the seasons
Twirling like a whirlwind, never needing any reason
An imp of privileged beauty, like a butterfly's cocoon
She was living on the threshold, of an eager springtime bloom
Summer glistened in her curly locks, winter hid behind her pout
Love came drifting down like autumn leaves, ...there was never any doubt!
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Inspired by Juli-Michelle's Contest: "EMMA" 2/5/14
I love her easy smile
Am mesermerized by her beauty
She has the gentleness of a Gazzel
The grace of a Girraffe browsing
Upon the majestic accacias of the Savana
Her voice makes Fairies jelous in the nether world
Her's is a love the Angels and Jinn alike crave for
She has that tantalizing quality her Kind are famed for
When am with her all mine good moods ignite in love
I stare at the laptopscreen thinking only of her beauty
Her love leaves my innards all mellow and wanting more
When with her it's as though time grows wings and flees
It's with her I chose to make mine life revolve around
Till eternity as we hold hands and walk meadows of Genna
The air feeds fire that burns from wood;
The earth yields wood that water grows;
The fire now sires steam from cold moods;
The water fields strength as fire shows!
Such is the ring that goes and comes;
Four elements or five with wood;
Nature now sings in timely sum;
Sure elements that fling all good.
Start at the edge and cover grounds;
See movement still in churn of waves;
Over the ledge as lost is found;
Time hurls goodwill in fool and knave.
The genius knows the way to go;
Feel thoughts that surge in hiatus here;
Ideas now glow with ebb and flow;
An intense urge to craft new spheres.
Round and round dear, world in mad swirl;
No time to stop lest we all fall down;
Fling faith and fear to greet each whirl;
Each soon must drop like fallen clowns.
The rush of will but there it seems,
A gentle pulse as stillness holds
The primal feel in a sure dream;
Falling impulse as things unfold.
Time after time in sequence hurls;
Yet time scatters in many waves;
Reason fails rhyme and time now swirls
Beyond mere matter to crash not save.
The moments meet beyond forfeit
In change and chance yet true to soul;
Bold surge to greet the incomplete,
Strange range that dance to know the whole.
The moment's loss within the gloom
Of broken lines where rhyme fails rhyme;
Where dust flings floss in empty room
And moisture brines time beyond time.
Go beyond things as matter minds
The deep deep dark where no light goes;
And yet this fling and plunge in kind
Is just that spark to know fond flow.
Space and time here a mere construct
Of a motif once eternal;
In surreal peer, in sure destruct
For time's a thief that kills mortal.
Leon Enriquez
07 Apr 2014
Singapore
Joy shows the way to a sure truth,
Opt for pure heart that lives each act;
Yield then each day to beauty's proof.
Feel how peace starts with love's bold tact.
Reach with a smile that sacred space,
Express the good that sculpts fine scripts;
Explore wise style that sparkles face,
Seek fragrant moods that curl and grip.
Be true and kind in fact and form,
Etch a grand heart where beauty grows;
Align clear mind to bear all storms,
Use conscious art to help you know;
Tell in deep craft of soul that sums,
Yes write fond drafts as happy sums.
Leon Enriquez
04 November 2015
Singapore
Love one and all: "Live, love and laugh" --
Bear with life's gall; health bears all stuff.
"I love you" works to sculpt pure scope,
Boost joy's pure jerk; keep faith's kind hope.
Learn to say "Please", "Thank you" is good,
Pay your own lease; control your moods.
Focus your plans, live well each day,
Share all you can; work, rest and play.
Learn how to live; share what you get,
Dare to forgive, or else forget.
Speak then the truth: pray your own way,
Pay sums your proof, work wealth each day.
Learn and unlearn, bear with life's burns;
Learn to re-learn in twist and turn.
Live your own life as best you can,
Love beyond strife and live dream grand.
Value your health with lovely cheer,
Love frames your wealth with affluence here.
Leon Enriquez
20 April 2016
Singapore
Tiger’s contrasts are seen in her stripes
kind and intimidating, turbulent and calm,
charming yet frightening when frightened
Her yin energy promotes her female side.
She is charismatic, well-liked, often spoiled
By her followers, who become minions by choice
Overindulged? Oh yes, not her fault really.
Spoiled? Dare I say that? I give her a glance
Try to discern her emotions of the moment.
She can be turbulent and change moods in seconds.
Impulsive when tired, making decisions in error.
Naturally majestic, but unpredictable, a quick-change artist.
Tiger will not back down, can become aggressive when threatened
A carnivore, she will want to see your throat occasionally.
Be brave, dear one, her charisma persuades you to show her.
The markets are having a real good day
Which means I'm having one too
My moods go up and down with the charts
Wild times we're going through
One day we're up on top of the world
Next day it's all doom and gloom
Imagine if we were all so stinking rich
We'd buy drinks for the whole damn room
Dream on people, that sounds delusional
Been downing too many of drafts
The only time I'll be buying the beer
Is if I've gone completely daft
So on those days the markets are up
And your spirits are flying high
Walk around with a grin on your face
And hug everyone that goes by
Coz sure as shootin' down they'll come
And your gains will disappear
You'll be dragging your sorry ass once more
And downing a bunch more beer!
© Jack Ellison 2013