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I took my foot and kicked her out the door.
My wife decided not to be faithful anymore.
It really shocked and upset me when she took a lover.
I was enraged when I learned that it was my brother.
I treated her really good, just like a queen.
What those two did to me was obscene.
I wasn't just betrayed by one loved one, I was betrayed by two.
Packing her bags and kicking her out was something I had to do.
Now she and my brother are expecting a child.
When I think of it, I see red and nearly go wild.
My nephew will be a symbol of how I was betrayed.
I can't stand to live near them, I'm going to move away.
What those two did to me was a horrible sin.
When I leave, I never want to see them again.
(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.)
My nephew is living with me and he's a pain.
I tell my brother that I like him but sadly I feign.
He drinks most of my whiskey and then waters it down.
I guess I won't be getting drunk while this jerk is around.
I want to throw him out but I owe a favor to my brother.
He has four sons, I hope I don't get stuck with another.
My nephew takes leaks in my sink and takes dumps in my plants.
He's a bastard and now you understand why I rant.
He eats all of my food and sleeps with my wife.
I hope that I don't get stuck with this jerk for life.
My life is so crappy and I don't know if I can take much more.
If you see your nephew coming, you'd better lock your doors.
(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.)
Well John was brand new to the Rockin’ Bar J
down in Missouri's where he'd spent his young days
His white cowboy hat with the fancy gold band
with fringe on his chaps and kid gloves on his hands
Had snake skin cowboy boots that shone like wet grass
smelled like a spring flower when’er he walked past
They said he was some nephew of the boss man
came out here to learn how to be a ranch hand
We geared up Devil, that horse hadn't been rid
and called over John and said "he's yours now kid"
John said he knew horses he'd used them to plow
but this one seemed a little meaner somehow
Well I eared that stallion while John held the reigns
put his foot in the stirrup and grabbed his mane
He pulled himself right up and sat on the throne
lasted ‘bout a second before he was thrown
Well they say no man's lived without facing fear
and no flower will grow when watered with tears
Instead of a crying and heading for home
John got right back up and remounted that roan
Now that horse went to whirling like all get out
John held fast to the horn and let out a shout
It was looking like that boy might win the day
when that horse spun and threw him to next Tuesday
Well John never turned into no cowboy hand
went back to Missouri and plowing the land
There's one thing we learned that we never did plan
how the clothes that you wear do not make the man
2025.2.1
My big happy family 1st reunion.
Today, Saturday, is the 4th day of CNY.
It is a bit late to gather and to celebrate.
Can't help it though, since most members,
Worked during the weekdays.
Great grandma, grandmas, mothers and fathers, all
Sisters and brothers, including the in-law.
Aunties and Uncles, nephew, nieces and cousins
And their girl and boy friends.
Grand children and great grandchildren,
One of them was even 'bun in oven'.
So many of them.
Even from Europe joined through Face Time.
All was here to greet each other,
Delivered the best wishes and congratulations.
They dressed in their best outfit.
Red packets, Angpows and Lixi,
Danced across the room to reach the children.
They were happy and could get rich from receiving money.
Most of us sat in the lounge room,
Few worked in the kitchen,
To prepare the special New Year treats,
All the food has no meat.,
Everyone happy to share the munching moment.
Lot of biscuits, lollies and sweets,
Wrapped in well wishes plastic.
They were placed in the hexagon container, disappeared bit by bit.
It was the atmosphere that I enjoyed most, today.
I think it was same for all others,
It was hard to tell when we shall meet again.
Happy Chinese New Year,
Keep on practicing the tradition.
Continue on sharing the happy family reunion.
Good luck and good bye.
When it comes to being happy…this opinion I must express…
We tend to search for magic moments…to ensure our happiness.
But if we’re lucky we find moments…moments in a day
when, even though we were not searching…
magic finds us anyway.
Take yesterday for instance:
Our nephew and his wife who’d been on vacation in NC
brought an apple pie back 600 miles and gave it to Deborah and me.
We missed going to North Carolina this year…
the pandemic causing too much of a fuss…
Knowing this they brought a piece of NC back to Florida just for us.
An apple pie made with fresh apples right off the orchard’s trees
which they purchased after standing in line…from one of our favorite bakeries.
They handed us the pie…knowing it’s a pie we both adore
and I’m not sure if it was them…or us…who happened to be smiling more.
In fact Deborah was so happy…I thought she was going to cry…
as we both understood there was more than apples…there was magic in that pie.
So to keep the magic going…with this pie we were bestowed…
we covered it with vanilla ice cream…and ate it al-a-mode.
And with each bite we felt lucky to have that moment…
that moment in our day….
when, even though we were not searching…
the magic found us anyway.
(And let me tell you, wether you find it or it finds you…as I now end this little ode…
Most magic tastes a little better when it’s served up al-a-mode!)
DURHAM BULLS
A triple-A minor league team,
most remember Bull Durham the movie.
I, the most spectacular firework set,
in the stormy sky. The kind of lightening show,
I think I shall never see again. The stands erupted
with screams and yells
“Chicken! Chicken! Chicken”
Well, we are in the South, with their choice of entertainment.
Looking left and right, wondering at the uproar.
The ground wet, the sky still, a mini diamond
for a balking bird, a mascot of sorts,
running bases, while the crowd cheers.
The game back on, after sweeping away flood waters.
Every home run produces red eyes and a snort, steam
aggressively fighting from the nostrils of the famous bull.
My young nephew,
proudly walks away with a team jacket.
Whether the game was won or lost, I don’t remember,
except we had such fun. Our American past time,
memories last forever.
2/21/2017
You're the sweetest little duffer
In your pretty pink bunny suit
Guess Aunt Bea still loves you
Still thinks you're oh so cute!
She really doesn't realize
How many years have passed
You're not a little kid no more
You're growing up real fast
Don't have the heart to tell her
Such a kindly gentle soul
At Christmas every single year
You play this bunny role
You make her oh so happy
To see you hopping round
Just like many years ago
You've always played the clown
Well another year is in the books
Maybe now she'll see you grew
You're no longer her little nephew
You're almost thirty-two!
As I knew no living grandparents,
I’ve been a grandson to none.
But I have been a son, a god son,
a younger brother, an older brother,
A nephew, a cousin, an uncle,
A grand uncle, a great grand uncle,
A husband twice espoused,
A son-in-law, a brother-in-law,
A father, a god father, a stepfather,
A father-in-law,
And an ex-husband twice removed.
As my children are not yet parents,
And, given the state of the world,
May possibly never be,
I am grandfather to none.
If certain familial ties can be
Regarded as bookends to a life,
Mine are less than evident,
Leaving my existential chronology
Dangling famously over edges,
Mocking the persistence of memory.
(Dedication: For my nephew
Yong Chye and his wife Su Pei)
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Wonder finds joy in love most true,
Explore each day the path of cheer.
Thrill funds new ploys in happy cues,
We find nice ways to make life dear;
Observe the will of two hearts kind.
Gather in time our journey grand,
Align fond feel in cherished finds;
Touch in deep rhymes lover and friend,
Heart to heart we live warm feelings;
Embrace a voice in charming choice,
Reach out to be understanding.
Now seeds fond poise beyond vain noise,
Opt lovely smiles where laughter lights,
Work out fond style to live love bright.
Leon Enriquez
26 September 2015
Singapore
Just For You ((Token #2)
My dog died
The lights got cut off
I just got fired
Toi lost the remote
My house in foreclosure
Johnny got robbed
My car got wrecked
Toi lost the remote
My momma in the hospital
I cracked my cell phone
I'm pregnant
Look! Toi lost the remote
I failed the test to graduate
My motor went out
My husband left me
You heard what I said... Toi lost the remote
They cut me off food stamp
My nephew got shot
I can't find my keys
My daddy in jail
All I know is... Toi lost the remote!
(About this poem)
Just imagine somebody calling you with bigger fish to fry and the only thing you're dealing with is your children can't find the remote.
With all that is going on in the world and all the phone calls people get with serious, serious issues and crisis going on, all I get is a phone call from my daughter saying Toi lost the remote, I'll take it. I'll take those kind of phone calls any day.
Well, when it was all said and done, Toi really didn't lose the remote, it was on the bed under the covers of the one calling me.
But the situation inspired me to write and thank God for His favor.
So many people overlook and don't pay attention to the small blessings. It could have been so much worse. I am forever grateful. Thank You God!
(Be grateful even for the simple phone calls)