Long New write Poems
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I think I’ve a cycle
a monthly mindful
when I will write more
mind will rhyme pour
with ease and a flex
I see readied text
a pick and or mix
choice with index
pen down at pace
ideas not too waste
on my hand my face
capture to place
and given within
is rhythm too win
tight writes begin
like church bells ring
and I really go
fly smooth with flow
overthinking loads
then damaging rows
long winded
loose hinges
from great rhyme fringe
to cringington cringes
however one poem will prevail
do well
and I’ll buzz and I’ll rush
forgetting rubbish writes of sludge
seek a new write
a rhyme alike
set too the standard
but my mind now hampered
nothing happens
complete silence
I can’t see or sense words
the brain of a bird
rhythm wants to occur
but just goes nurr burr turr
I have a time of the month for rhyming
when I tampax it and catch a flow for writing
the seeds bringing to life rhyme
bleeding pen strings pictures your mind
you carve your words precisely
like a master does a flawless diamond
infuse your images on the head of a pin
not a letter wasted
you who
speaks from deeper within
with every new write
never one or one hundred reads suffices
each new recite reveals something new
grabs the readers heart
and we the better for it
you are the poet writes
like the brush of Van Gogh
his emotions vibrant in every stroke
every painting a work of genius
in your poetry
we find that pearl
hidden too deep for the diver
now opened and revealed
blinded by its light we see
what was once previously
invisible
now!
transparent
like the gentle prophet
you sew and lay a carpet
that sensitizes us
from the very bottom of our awareness
to the peak of our understanding
it is LOVE that enshrines your words
you!
the fabled unicorn
we
the fortunate
that by your cause
confirms
our childhood dreams
DO exist
september 29 2015
armand
I have written some real bad poems in my day,
so many questionable words- I must say;
but although poor, inferior, I love my janky,
in dusty odd piles and boxes they lay.
To read them you will need a big hanky,
when they lose in contests, it makes me cranky;
and always my pride for a moment- trash,
I weep sadness while sipping sweet brandy.
And my poetic Muse is in a spinning crash,
and my bleeding pen I want to smash;
I read my pretty janky, oh they are right,
then Muse has an idea- I get a poetic flash.
I gather those weird words and do a new write,
oh my new janky will be quite a sight;
s l o w l y my pride is rising and I am happy,
into the night my pen is ready to fight.
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August 30, 2016
Poetry/Rubaiyat/Bad Poems
Copyright Protected, ID 16-824-368-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Parasites, these
unremembered memories
unbidden guests
made themselves at home
within my breast
And suckled in silence
‘til lifeblood waned
vitality drained
only traces remain
of who I was
Now I have become
an ungracious host
shadowy ghost
in a hollow shell
with nothing to feed
these guests’ great need
Odd sensation of wriggling
I feel them digging
their way out of my skin
as alarmed I view
their fight for survival
breaking through
Parasites, these
obtrusive memories
no longer silent
swollen full of violent
past imagery
painful to see
(NOTE: This is NOT a new write- I actually wrote this in 2015, but I thought it might give someone else an idea for the "Remembering What You Want To Forget" Poetry Contest)...
We meet once a week, an odd group of poetic friends-
Hannah is from Atlanta and wears a bandana,
Abraham always says hello ma'am to me quietly, oh
Timothy is all fidgety, and
Stephen is dreaming and weaving some new write.
Ingrid and me, we have a kindred spirit, don't laugh
Noah wears a feather boa and I think Naomi had a lobotomy.
Anna is from Havana, loves yellow so I call her banana.
Nathaniel brings his spaniel dog, and
Adam who is French sneezes and says excuse me Madame,
Michael roars up on his motorcycle (I think he is suicidal),
Elizabeth sure knows her syllabus and Esther is an empty nester.
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November 11, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/An Odd Group
Copyright Protected, ID 16-849-024-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under .Pseudonym
For the contest What's In A Name
Sponsor, Viv Wigley
First Place
(Dedication: For Monterey Sirak who is the first poet
on PoetrySoup who made me feel welcome here. With
my fond gratitude.)
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Movement feels mellow with spontaneous joy;
Orbit of sure spheres in changing charades;
Night stars to follow the impulse that toys;
Trust lovely times here to style your parade.
Enter a new dawn with easy intent;
Remember to smile with grand demeanour;
Embrace this fine morn with loving content;
Yield to the lifestyle that affords true splendour.
Wise is the bold man who lives soul beauty;
Reap the sweet passion that yields to the light;
Ink and understand that truth speaks calmly;
Touch is firm action that follows foresight.
Endow each new write with discovery;
Sync your voice and cite subtly and clearly.
Leon Enriquez
25 Apr 2014
Singapore
(Note: This poem is an Acrostic Sonnet.)
Thought for the day: live love's sweet stay;
Ink a new write as feelings surge;
Meet migrant sway as rhymes reap say;
Emerge to cite a visual urge.
Life calls to soul to play the fool;
Opt to be free with thoughts laid plain;
Vouch for true whole as lines now pool;
Enjoy and see what verse can gain.
Hurts spur the heart to feel and grow;
Enter the core as stillness bids;
Align your part to promptly know;
Look out for more as muse lifts lid.
Peace is the way to conquer pain;
Ask to be wise to charm surprise;
Come let us pray for lasting gain;
Endow and rise with love your prize.
Hoist each word sketch with cheery feel;
Expect to be a better man;
Raise words that catch what essence heals;
Extract and see beyond vain plans.
Live in the light as soul now hints;
Open your mind to explore joy;
Touch fond insight that shades and tints;
Success you find in fine employ.
Be the whole man in verse and rhymes;
Expound your feel with radiant voice;
Etch your wise plan in space and time;
Now sense goodwill word style and poise.
Leon Enriquez
01 May 2014
Singapore
Mr. Matsuo Basho
danced his words with delight
making better poets of us all.
Here I sit pen and paper in my hand
Mind is like a tornado whirling around and around
Many letters and words I need to find.
Today my computer and I have a really hot date,
typing out all the words I want to say.
Saying what I want to say,
is not always so easy.
Sometimes good for all to hear,
sometimes bad~naughty.
Sometimes happy~hooray,
sometimes sad and I want to cry.
Sometimes oh so serious,
sometimes, funny as can be.
Here I sit writing away,
I do it each new day just for you.
Date Written: 4/25/2022
1 Place
POEM ON POETRY MUSEContest Judged:4/29/2022
Sponsored by:Beata Agustin
Note: Mr. Matsuo Basho Lived 1644 to 1694.
I took 3 poems blended and added to make 1 new write.
Ol’ brazen Brenda, battlin’ biography,
Banters bewildered brave boatmen at sea,
Brushstrokes besieging her beleaguered brain,
Broadsided by fiction now baking insane;
Balanced between both broken and brilliant,
Buried by sorrow, bereft not resilient,
A ballyhooed author, back in the day,
‘Fore Brian betrothed her then drowned near the bay;
Basking bereavement, believing though more,
Books barely bound newly found in the store,
‘Betaken, Broad Beauty’, Brenda’s new write,
Beveled bare bitterness abruptly bright;
Barreled, brought breathless by Bernie, beloved,
A character boating where dead Brian shoved,
As buckets with bottoms knowing no end,
Begging attention did Brenda’s mind bend;
Blended for sanity, befuddled realities
Born when begins a life without boundaries,
Betterment bellows because Brenda’s words,
Boxed-up betrayal beneath binding boards.
9/18/2016