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My memory bank is outta funds
Someone musta robbed me in the night
Think my name's either Jack or Charlie
Can't remember which one is right
Had to look on my driver's license
To determine if I am who I am
That's quite sad, seems I've lost my identity
Maybe I'm a very famous man
Ever heard of someone regaining their youth
Like totally full of beans once more
Stealing hubcaps and other naughty stuff
What a hoot that would be, for sure
Dream on little fellow, it ain't gonna happen
You're doomed to a life of Metamucil
It sure was a blast while the damn thing lasted
Old age surely can be quite brutal
Cooling evening air and the smell of naughty smoke,
nameless camarades all sharing beers and a joke
beneath a natural stadium roof of stars and midnight blue
massed ranks all sat by fires, just like the eve of Waterloo.
huddled expectation, leather jacket wrapped round tight
monolithic stage a silhouette in crisp moonlight.
Someone shouts for Wally, or a friend that has gone missing
giggles under blanket from some dreamy youngsters kissing.
Conversation halted by the two-word intervention
“one two,one two” Marshall HiWatt really gets the crowd's attention.
People racing to the front, they want to get there first
The noise as bubbling patience starts to strain now, fit to burst.
I shout out to the burger bar for brother, but in vain
the roar from eighty thousand like an oncoming subway train.
A single drumbeat, crashing chord, a fan of laser light,
the massed ranks rise, fists to the sky, guys, here we go- Alllllllllllrightttttttt!
One minute in, it's deafening, the front rows start to jam,
my raison d'etre plainly clear- I rock, therefore I am.
Be beyond belief
Calm cheer conceive
Apt autumn asks
Dance dying dusk
Glimpse glowing grace
Purpose primes pace
Hurl healthy haste
Touch tactile taste
Mind movement meets
Say something sweet
Bliss bearing blooms
Reach rapture rooms
Busy bee buzz
Free fleeting fuss
Lofty looks light
Signs sizzle sight
Notice nice nows
Play pesters plough
Bloom beyond brave
Know naughty knave
Love lives lovely
Live love lively
Reap rowdy rhymes
Taste touching times
Seek succinct sight
Live limpid light
Touch timely truth
Procure plain proof
Faith flavours flow
God gives grand glow
Hope heals hurts here
Design dream dear
Love lingers long
Sings surreal song
Brief blossoms bloom
Zesty zeal zooms
Leon Enriquez
01 August 2014
Singapore
"Darling, where have you been, Iv'e missed you so!"
"Oh darling, I'm tewibbly sowwy, I forgot to tell you
Where I went! I hijacked a lowwy; just told him to go
Which he did. Awft to the bushes and went to the loo.!"
"Oh darling, that must have been so tewibbly awful
For you. Did the dwiver run away or did he stay?"
"The dwiver stayed honeybun, though he did stall
The engine twice before we dwove away all a fway."
"And where did you tell the dwiver to dwive to my
Dearest darling Nell.? Oh what scandalous pitch
And how naughty you are; what derring do and joy!"
"Yes darling, beside himself he called me a witch!"
"Oh praise indeed darling for a witch is what you are!
But do tell me darling Nell, did you twavel vewy far?"
" Indeed darling. We dwove awound the woundabout;
We heard lots of people sound their horns and shout!
So being qwite afwaid, we went and joined the A1
Which as you know darling is a vewy stwaight woad.
The dwiver didn't mind at all at my holding a gun
To his head! He consigned himself and just followed
My orders as what to do next. I felt like an icecweem;
Stwabewwy and cweem icecweem. It was yummy.!"
"Oh dear Nell, what a gas! What a fabulous scweam!"
"Yes darling. I'm so chasse! so cool! and so uppity
Am I not?" " Oh indeed you are my darling Nell. Tell
Me, where is the dwiver whom you so tewwified
Out of his wits?" "Well, I have to say he did rebel
Somewhat so I had to let him go. He was petwified!"
But I am such a wonderful girl as you know so well
My dearest darling Berti; please don't get too shirty
Because I let him off the hook." "Oh what a crook
You are dear Nell. Welcome home. Was that the bell?"
Now please read out loud with a posh English accent; it will make a difference and you may even laugh at yourself reading so. Edward
rain comes rain
rain wets my pain,
wets my dust of gain,
cleans my walking lane,
find I inside a path of sane
rain comes on empty green fields
cows, calves, goats run away dancing
rain comes and wets nature
dogs, cocks, hens move on my doorway
sparrow, tailor birds soaked in the grove
flapping wings and feathers seek warm
rain comes and wets coconuts and betel-nuts trees
raindrops fall as trees tears
rain comes on the poorly pond
fishes are playing hide and seek around
kingfisher waits to make a dish of fish
in food natures allow- no bond
rain comes on paths, quay, field
a passerby walks with an umbrella
ship discharges goods
soaking child play mirthfully
rain comes on little boys and girls of the village
they use banana leaves on the head like an umbrella
rain comes on the desert
quenches its thirsty heart
rain comes around us
venomous, non-venomous snake crawls on frog liberally
earthworms cultivate soft field gamely
rain comes, water plays its rule over all
urban drains are full of naughty- garbage water
urbane street and footpath flooding
skyscraper building floating on immobile stinky water
rain comes unsurprisingly
cholera, diarrhea touches neighbor slum child
rain comes, roaring flood attacks terribly
dead crows, cows, dogs, mice in the urban dustbin
rain comes, soggy feelings on my sight
I do not find my pet cat and tame dog
rain comes, flooding, around my flooding
the street tong tea stall flooded away
supplying daily foods-goods are short
the tariff rate is high
rain comes with a price hike
rain comes but the doctor does not come
water cause patient increases day by day
rain comes with snow coolness
cough harasses beloved voice
I'm not hearing a welcome song of rain
rain comes and I come-
by the right eye, I see elated life of around nature
by the left eye, I see gloomy death is nature’s feature
-August 13, 2018 Chattogram
Say something nice my love
Pass the bread and butter please
Put down the dagger to the heart
A slice of kindness will do just fine
Don't be like the ugly lady in Amsterdam
Yelling at her husband to pass the jam
Make your own darn toast she screams
As the pretty young girls go by the window
Nasty mean mom rocks the baby to sleep
She uses real rocks to speed the process
Father says that's not a very nice thing to do
As he butters both sides of the bread for two
Mom throws the both of them out the window
With the dishes which are as broke as them
Babies don't have wings you know
She tossed them twice to get it right
But was it enough? Dads are not Frisbees
It's a long way down and heads are fragile
Happy songs at dawn are better landing on the lawn
Mrs. Gurglesworth says, “Have a nice trip my dearies”
She can't read so she screams, “Don't write!”
Then goes back to bed with the cracker crumbs
Prays to God for what she has done
Munches on leftovers in the mattress
Or whatever she finds under the covers
Say something nice like, I miss the kids
Or say, but mostly I miss doing the dishes
Isn't that delicious
Authors note: In the 7th. line down, 4th. word in on the line of this poem, the author wanted desperately to use another word that begins with the letter D and has the letter M in it for good measure but he is reminded of the language police lurking at this site. He decided to shy away from using a curse word that could or might offend the more delicate readers at this location. He begs your forgiveness for bringing up the subject in the first place. Enjoy the poem minus the naughty word.
There was a naughty boy
and a naughty boy was he,
for nothing would he do
but live for his family.
He has never had a holiday
since 1991
all the monies
he has earned
were for his kids
to have much fun.
Now his kids are older
his time
has finally arrived, for
he has a taste for music
so to a concert
he will strive.
2010 is around the corner
to England he will go
to see some famous
Rock bands
and marvel
at their
shows
And when he does return
his journey
will be shared with you,
for since 1991
his music has
seen him
through.
My entry into Brian's contest " Christmas Parlour Poetry "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-3.php
Old Jackster's been bad, so what is new
Been naughty since way back when
Really not ashamed to admit it though
Kinda proud how I did it back then
Girls all clamoured for more, more, more
Was only too happy to oblige
Not long after the preliminaries were over
I immediately hit my stride
Ride 'em cowboy screaming like a banshee
Those were the days of my youth
Now all I can do is scream like a banshee
The sexual part has gone poof
Still works okay when I dream at night
Been a while since I was a cub
They say the seventies are the golden years
I'd rather be that handsome young stud
© Jack Ellison 2014
Every day you come in my dream
With........
A pleasant fragrance that I like,
A cute naughty smile that hunts me,
A song that make me closer to you,
And a joyous story of never ending.
Whenever I tried to touch you
You simply say no….no….no
But your eye says a big yes,
After weighing your no and yes
I prefer to go with your eyes,
Because eye is right always.
After every end, you used to say “you are so naughty”
But your satisfied eyes were telling something different,
For me, it is just an invitation for next dream,
Success motivates ever to fix a new target.
Every day When my dream come to an end,
Always I discover me, I am a great king
And total world is my domain,
Hence, I never want to stop dreaming
Because I like to be a sovereign.
Venture voice
Prize pure poise
Simply say
Walk warm way
Laughter lifts
Glimpse grand gift
Active art
Heals hurt heart
Passion points
Just joy joins
Lavish lure
Prompts prize pure
Profound peace
Love lives lease
Sanguine stay
Prize pure play
Anchor aim
Glimpse grand game
Naughty nerves
Vouch vain verve
Message moves
Gain grinds grooves
Passage pace
Tough times trace
Mindful mint
Trains true tints
Lovely lines
Frame feel fine
Treasure time
Craft clear chimes
Echoes etch
Spread sure sketch
Mind map mood
Graft grand good
Leon Enriquez
16 January 2019
Singapore