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LESSONS (In Memorium:
Mervyn T Rodrigues, RIP, Dec 30, 2020;
Our Form Teacher, 4Science2, Class of 1971,
St Joseph’s Institution, Singapore)
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Said and done
Glimpse of smart ones
A brilliant batch
A serious catch
Four Science Two spawned:
Sheer flavours fond!
We grow up
Fill our own cups
A path calls each
To live brief reach
Aim our best shot:
Quest our sweet lot!
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A fond trace
On a good face
Wit forged a style
That winsome smile
With a shrewd charm:
A stern kind arm!
An odd lot
Bore play and plot
No time for gloom
In that classroom
In the back row:
I felt so slow!
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Old school days
Echoes now stray
Lessons on Lit.
Shakespeare did fit
Form teacher then:
Words well-spent friend!
A sure cite
Essays to write
Long ago chimes
Mellow old times
Lost old school mists:
Death files last gist!
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In quick flash
Age brought swift dash
We recall when
Fifty years then
Echoes of old:
Form teacher bold!
Now and here
Glimpse old times cheer
PE once stroked
Antics and jokes
Success wrought best:
Joy in full fest!
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All too soon
Life’s last high noon
Gone beyond cheer
As death draws near
Grief comes to call:
Sweet turns to gall!
Loss frames toll
Sad words cast poll
A farewell note
A “Thank You” vote
Rest in peace Sir:
We feel sad blur!
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That olde school
Now museum cool
Bras Basah Road
Old echoes load
School days long gone:
Old passage borne!
Tryst with fate
Here at the gate
Mister R‘s wit
We recall bits
A curious time:
SJI chimes!
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Leon Enriquez
04 January 2021
Singapore
Ancestors Of old times
Time their visits to me,
In dreams and visions wake,
Awake me to the spirits I seek,
Seeking to renew life,
Living for tomorrow…
Tomorrow begins new
Newly wishing I’m free
Freely speaking my heart
Heartfully making songs
Sung inside this souls place
Placing it in life’s view…
Viewing the chaos realms
A realm where change blossoms
Blooming with new vigor
Vigorously starting,
The starts growing right up
Upward summer burgeons...
Burgeoning words blowing
Blown by winds directions
Directly unbound air
Airily circulates
To circumnavigate
Cirrus highs and fogs lows.
Form:
It can't have been the scallops
Or the rump of Islay lamb,
Washed down with white Rioja
Followed by sweet meringue.
It wasn't the skate au poivre
Or smoked salmon canapes
Nor garlic stuffed green olives
Or the double chocolate glaze.
The ruby red barolo
Is surely not to blame
(It was so very very good,
We had some more of the same).
The piquant piccalilli
That came with the ham terrine
Was absolutely to die for,
In French, "Cuisine Sublime".
The roasted veg in garlic,
The rich redcurrant sauce,
All perfectly delicious -
And then we passed the port.
Replete, we left the table
Of coffee to partake,
With a couple of Glenlivets
To sup for old times' sake.
A perfect evening, then off to bed
To dream of happy days.
'Twas not to be, a sudden waking
With a screeching shout of pain,
The hounds of hell were gnawing
At a foot now sore inflamed
And throbbing, throbbing, throbbing,
In purgatory now moaning,
In agony exclaiming,as,
Tormented, he writhes about,
"Must be a change in the weather
Has caused this devilish gout !"
today i got kissed by an old flame
on the cheek and in the lips by her fame
her welcome was warm and i was glad to see
that she really wanted to see me
tweenty five years can change one so much
she was model material and could'nt be touched
today she was tall and not really fit
just a beer belly and who could blame that
we spoke of old times and how we found God
and i could see in her eye's that she knew about my crush
even then those same eye's knew just as much
but i never said anything or did as much
i never acted or tried to touch and kept it secret, my crush
and it came to me why she was so kind
i was the only gentleman that she could find
she knew beauty attracted a lot of attention
too much attention dare i mintion for wolves to miss
and the wolves they ravaged her again and again she told me
and i listened and told her a similar story of my lost love
we touched each other with our hearts for a long time
then it was time for me to resume my act; i'm not in love with you
and we parted as we always do, just good friends me and you
to D
Speak clearly now as right words sum,
Poise knows just how to charm fine comes.
Be of good cheer as time grows old,
Choice fits right here in windy cold.
See in the breeze a touch of ease,
Feel old times squeeze finesse in peace.
Check one by one the flirt of fate,
Once said and done love's never late.
Live your best zest in witty fest,
Know that your quest is but a test.
Success finds time to honour health,
Affluence funds chimes way beyond wealth.
And in the end be one with truth,
Around the bend comes visual proof.
Leon Enriquez
15 September 2016
Singapore
{To be sung to the tune of "I see the light" from "Tangled"}
Good old days lurking in the shadows
Good old tears I cried, walking out
Good old times never are they going
No more can I doubt
All is clear thinking in the sunlight
All is clear, suddenly, I’m free
Singing now I take a bow
I can fully agree
And at last I know you’re right
And it's like I feel so gifted
And at last I know you’re right
And it's like I love your view
And it's not any time to fight
Just see how far we have drifted
All at once everything looks different
Love has broken through!
Good old days working on our love beam
Good old fears shoving down the drain
Good old times never fully knowing
You and all this strain
You are near thinking in the sunlight
You are near suddenly, I glow
Singing now I know somehow
I can see the rainbow
And at last I know you’re right
And it's like I feel so gifted
And at last I know you’re right
And it's like I love your view
And it's not any time to fight
Just see how far we have drifted
All at once everything looks different
Love has broken through!
Love has broken through!
10.31.2021
(When a couple end their fight, understanding their love for each other)
For Natasha L Scragg's "Change the Record" contest
Hey, I’m Over Here!
Hey! I’m over here!
‘Case you were wondering if I was okay, I am.
I have no friends now so no one is checking up on me,
And I’m fine with not having friends anymore;
They’re all dead now, or there is a great distance,
A vast distance, between the old times and the now times,
I can see them all though, my departed chums from back there,
I remember their distinctive faces and voices still,
In movements at the old places, busy with life at the crossroads.
But they’re all gone away now and I am alone here.
But that’s okay because there is no phoniness when I’m alone,
And the voices you hear are phantom friends conjured
From the clay of half a century ago, alive again smiling and youthful,
All in a long line stretched beyond Hoover Street’s oleanders,
My ancient friends walking up to me with penetrating stares,
Wondering after so many years if I’m alive and if I’m okay.
And I am okay.
That long line of ghost friends has passed me by now, disappearing
Into a mental cloud still hovering in the blueness of my mind.
But hey! I’m over here!
‘Case you were wondering.
It was one of those rainy, overcast days
And she decided to do a little cleaning
As she dusted the furniture
Something caught her eye
The old typewriter sat in the corner
neglected, and dusty all over
Beside it lay its equally dusty cover
As she stared at it, her thoughts wandered
It was then that she started to reminisce
She thought back to her years
as a secretary, in a different place and time
When the typewriter was king
She recalled how the ribbon would smudge the paper
How she would crumple them up
And toss them in the trash can
The can would be overflowing at the end of the day
How the boss would chase her around the desk
That was more the rule than the exception in those days
She could still hear those keys
As they banged against the ribbon
She used to sing to the rhythm of those keys
A song that she couldn't recall at the moment
She suddenly felt an urge
To take this ancient machine
And clean it up
Making it look shiny and new
And then for old times sake
She started tapping on those familiar keys
It was then that the song that had eluded her
just moments before, came back to her
And she started singing to the rhythm of the keys
As the falling rain played a rhythm all its own
5 - 5 - 2013
Soldiers Soldier
David J Walker
That Facebook picture I posted is a
Perfecting likeness
of the way I remember you
A soldiers-soldier
1st Sgt … Top
The N C O I C for all occasions
Checking beds &
Checks heads
Checking to make sure we were
Present in the present
And dressed as the best
dress right dress soldiers
The early morning leader of
A three-mile run before chow
There needs to be a panel on the Wall
For soldiers like you who survived it all
In the Nam only to die
of the invisible wounds
Later
When they buried you
I could not be there
But still took my place
on a handle of your casket
and saluted as they played taps
unable to hide my tears
We have since sat together
Sharing many beers in a bar
You quietly listening as I talk about
Old times – Our times
Sometimes
people stare a stop and stare
At the old man mumbling
A chortle alone
Sometimes humming an ancient
Rock n roll song
That Facebook picture haunts my phone
Saw an old friend not long ago
That I hadn’t seen since we were bros
We said why it’d take all these years
To catch up over a few beers
We agreed it was family and a little thing called life
We laughed cause I still have a dog and he still has a wife
The time we lost didn't seem real
Guess for good friends time’s not a big deal
But when I asked him
If we’d seen and done all we could
He looked over and said
Man, It’s all good
We talked of old times, from fryin’-pans to fires
Good times now that we’re both much better liars
He noticed I’d grown wider but not much wiser
I replied that I still got my hair and it ain’t even whiter
But when I asked him
If we’d seen and done all we could
He looked over and said
Man, It’s all good
We talked all night, sharin’ our highs and lows
Both admittin’ it’s all right and that’s just how life goes
We’re still young-guns but with old voices
Both still dreamin’ the dream that’s mostly bad choices
But when I asked him
If we’d seen and done all we could
He looked over and said
Man, It’s all good
Man, It’s all good
Oh yeah, mmm…
Man, It’s all good