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Folks say his mother used to read
Stories of ancient warriors indeed,
To give birth to a child as brave
As a legend beneath a historic grave.
'Achilles'- She used to call her son
And he grew up, fascinating like none,
Granny still zealous, planted ardor aboard
His mother gifted him a fervent sword.
Ninja granny took him to a wonderland
Where he was hailed as a warrior grand,
Every day he read of kings in wars
Every night he escaped worldly doors.
That night he was woken by an alphabet
It was an 'A' shivering in cold sweat,
"Achilles our savior, we need thee
To release our inmates and set them free."
Arose Achilles to the land of words
Where stories flew past like birds,
Colored houses of phrases spoken
Missing alphabets from windows broken.
The morning sun made up of a sentence
Pleaded Achilles for their independence,
Leaving A and C all had been caught
Their land left with stories that fought.
Achilles swayed his little gifted sword
Headed to the prison he'd never explored,
Oh what courage flowed in his veins
Passionate to free alphabets of chains.
The prison of punctuation was guarded
By creepy spelling mistakes disregarded,
He fought valiantly and killed them all
Released alphabets from the prison wall.
He met the King of Punctuation Marks
Demanded to know why he fired sparks,
"Achilles the brave! We hail thee
We were ruined by an unknown flea.
But now that you have saved our land
I plead you to let our message expand,
When people in the world pen their tales
Let them punctuate or the train derails.
As long as punctuation stays alive
Their stories will flutter and strive,
Or else mistakes might attack us again
Their follies will make our enemies gain."
Brave Achilles narrated to granny on his way back,
Tired, dozed off dreaming of another exciting track,
He mumbled "Hold on! I come to save the world afar";
Granny closed his book, tomorrow The Alexander or a Czar?
Poet's Note: Experimenting with the funny granny series, this is my first tale. You can read the second one here:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/ninja_granny_ii_-_exuberant_colors_1261206
May 17, 2020
BRIAN'S CHOICE L ,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~Winner: 3rd Place
An idea whispers,
sneaking in on cat’s paws,
a sly grin curling at the edges,
as I sip morning coffee, unaware.
It dances on tiptoes,
skipping across my mind,
twirling, pirouetting,
a ballerina in a china shop.
My thoughts, the porcelain,
shatter in its wake,
crashing into shards of laughter,
a mosaic of giggles on the floor.
It tumbles through my synapses,
cartwheeling, somersaulting,
a circus of delight,
each neuron a ringmaster shouting, "Encore!"
Tickles burst forth,
feathers of fancy flitting,
an avalanche of absurdity,
rolling me in fits of frivolity.
Ideas sprout wings,
fluttering like butterflies,
their colors a riot,
a kaleidoscope of belly laughs.
I am a marionette,
strings pulled by whimsical hands,
jerked into jigs of joy,
my sides aching with mirth.
Words spill like marbles,
rolling across the floor,
slippery, tumbling,
each one a new guffaw.
An orchestra of hilarity,
crescendoing, a symphony,
each note a tickle,
a crescendo of cackles.
I am breathless,
tears streaking,
sides splitting,
the world a blur of comic chaos.
In this delirium,
sense takes a backseat,
as I am whisked away,
tickled silly by a notion’s glee.
Mindful and good, move mindset forth;
Align grand poise, align sure face;
Nurture brave mood, nurture path north.
Obsess clear choice, obsess fine grace;
Feel people's pain, feel champions cause.
Pride spurs tangent, pride hurls passion;
Ride fear and strain, ride surge and pause;
Incite movement, incite action;
Note danger signs, note active style;
Charge with clear calm, charge with sure spark;
Intent draws lines, intent frames smiles;
Proof spreads kind balm, proof wears high marks;
Live a grand aim, live a great quest;
Etch without blame, etch your grand zest.
Leon Enriquez
27 March 2015
Singapore
I went walking and I wondered.
If her heart like mine had thundered.
As I got near she couldn't speak.
And as I stood my knees got weak.
Every day I hope and pray.
That she will come and want to stay.
And let me know she wants me too.
And take my heart and make it new.
It's hard to navigate sometimes.
To find your way with simple rhymes.
The words in pen begin to flow.
But when she's near, I just don't know.
Deep in my dreams the answer lies.
But when I wake the answer dies.
Another day wondering alone.
It seems that's all this heart has known.
I wait in trust and faith above.
That she will one day be my love.
And want to be here in my arms.
And soothe me with her gentle charms.
Note: This is about a girl I pined for for 35 yrs. Yeah, I know, what? :) But a year or so ago someone else came into my life and replaced that emptiness and pain in my heart. But now her and I are on the outs. So life goes on. :/ ?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eh1m3vCCGdA
Black Princess of the night chin strapped to her violin
she plays the notes from her memorable heart of blue
while the moon in her sorrow spills light upon the Quin,
she plays on, a Stradivarius interlude of thin soulful Adieu;
Arrivederci (goodbye)
Donna (woman)
Ingannato (deceived)
even the stars weep under her spell as her raven changelings
scatter like black ashes to the wind
Five seasons of partings five degrees of loss, still no light
bursts forth from a soot sky of ebon black
lamentations and moans
heaven groans
from the weight of her sorrow comes the eye of the storm
as she plays her last note of deep unrest .
Quirina and Quiqui Quetzal*
Were a truly splendiferous pair.
They won first prize at Mardi Gras
As if nobody else was there.
This had ruffled a number of feathers
Among some who'd come very far
And spent weeks and months on elaborate costumes
While the Quetzals were "come as you are".
But they'd been down this road before,
And Quiqui had a plan.
He'd arranged to start a brawl or two
So later Quirina could brag
That he really was her "macho man",
Not just a sissy guy in drag.
*Author's note: For some of you more ornithologically challenged P Soupers, the quetzal is a brilliantly plumaged bird of primarily Mexico and Central America.
I will always remember the moment we met.
(Haunting woodlands in springtime, your slim silhouette)
The glint in your eyes sparked a tempest at dawn
overwhelming the dreams of a slumbering fawn.
I will always remember your singular smile
(Fusing fantasies, fancies and phantoms the while)
when I brought you a daisy, then fled from the room,
weaving dizzy designs on a mystical loom.
I will always remember first touching your hand.
(Like the wing of a sparrow, frail fingers were fanned)
With my heartbeat aflutter, I jittered with joy -
on the surface, a man, though inside still a boy.
I will always remember the sound of your laugh
(Merry mermaid amused in a summer sea bath)
as we strayed 'long the strand, for a moment, alone,
with your tresses a’ tousle and tumbled and blown.
I will always remember your breath on my skin
(Seeking castles in chaos, a spirit in spin)
as you drew me aside and our tongues first entwined -
tangled twists of amour had begun to unwind.
I will always remember the fires of love.
(Shades of autumn ablaze in the tree leaves above)
Crazy passions ignited whenever we lay
painting stars in the night with the dazzle of day.
I will always remember the nightingale's tune.
(Divinations awash neath a ruddy blood moon)
When we kissed to its cadency, laughed as we danced,
lurking lanterns in limbo forged shadows enhanced.
I will always remember the shattering knell -
(Wanton words tolled in winter... ‘Adieu, dear... farewell’)
just a note near a nook where so often we slept
which I read and reread and reread while I wept.
All space aliens are Scarlett Johansson
With pitch black hair and consuming eyes
Looking pretty in their new found skin
The clue is they hate dark chocolate cake
Served at restaurants when dining out from outer space
Extraterrestrials leave home for Scotland
And only speak to strangers with accents
They keep men in storage in thick liquid
Aliens take long walks on isolated beaches
Along bogs, in fog and damp green forests
Where raindrops fall hard and wet and cold
There is nothing strange about that
The UK gets a lot of aliens this time of year
People who speak a language fluid in English
And end up in a mystery just as thick
Authors Note: This poem was inspired by the movie “Under The Skin”
starring Scarlett Johansson. Yum!
A little low-voltage humor in monoku form depicting a fictional day at the Watt home...
The electrical engineer's wife greets him: "WIRE you INSULATE?"
Husband: WATTS it to you? Don't go blowing your CIRCUITS at least I'm OHM!
Wife: "Don't you make LIGHT of this if this were our daughter, you'd be GROUNDED!"
Husband: "Let's leave her out of this she can CONDUCTOR own business"
Wife: "Don't revAMP your story you know it reVOLTS me when you do that"
Husband: "Honey, I'm sorry it HERTZ just trying to keep you CURRENT"
Wife: "Well, I apologize for my RESISTANCE I felt POWERless"
Husband: "I didn't mean to give you STATIC but I'm feeling the SPARK now
Let's go enjoy an ELO concert it will be a good OUTLET"
Wife: "JOULE be SHOCKed to hear this... that would really reCHARGE my BATTERIES
You sure know how to flip my SWITCH we should do this with more FREQUENCY"
Husband, now whispering to the viewer "I just can't RESISTOR charm"
*** Note: ELO = Electric Light Orchestra (70's rock band) ***
CONTRI and DISTRI
Someone somewhere decided English
needed to be changed.
As usual with our copy-cat world, so dire
an unthinking band wagon has spread as
a forest fire.
An academic,typically verbose, wrote
'why use one when two' could sound
more up-to-date and new!
Thus the 'double prefix' was conceived
and sadly like a Topsy grew.
Contri and Distri have wrongly become
the norm and vernacular pronunciation
overcoming like a desert storm.
English does indeed each day live
and breathe ... BUT..
one thought with you I leave..
a double pre-fix cannot be ..
ignorance is not bliss..you see?
NOTE CON & DIS are prefixes to, for example English words like TRIBUTE.'Contri and Distri' are not prefixes to any known English word, they are 'madhatter syllabic nonsense' straight our of Alice in Wonderland.
You may hear me recite most of my PS poetry on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro