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Words strings and shape
The path I take;
Taste the sweet grapes
That word-strings make.
Words on a roll
Come forth to greet;
Voice of the soul
In language meet.
Words set to rhyme
One at a time;
Movement flings chimes
Where echoes mime.
Words in a verse
Can make good sense;
Love i observe
Can hurl intense.
Words of fine wit
Turn up to speak;
***** form now fits
The rhyming streak.
Words in sure psalm
Can fling fond urge;
Now let sure calm
Fling birth of surge.
Words come to tell
In tongue-and-cheek,
Let heart now dwell
On sensuous peaks.
Words now converge
In profound thought,
Feel voice emerge
In sacred plot.
Words ply to score
The distant flood,
And fill some more
In surge of blood.
Words cannot tell
Beyond logic,
Yet words can dwell
On thoughts mystic.
Words in the end
Attest to more,
A strange sure trend
In void galore!
Leon Enriquez
17 November 2014
Singapore
Patrick was well-behaved in school
He followed every single stupid rule
He studied hard and earned top grades
All his friends knew he had it made
At college, he planned and plotted who to friend
Elected President of his class in the end
He entered the coroporate world on a roll
CEO of Trans-Oceana Corp. his only goal
By the way, Patrick took a wife
Lived the absentee-husband suburban good life
Then one fine day Patrick made CEO
He hurried home, the wife and kids to show
But on the door was taped a note, sweet and short
'We've had enough, stranger. See you in court!'
"Lake Tear in the Clouds" was an indescribably pretty scene
Lewis Pugh hiked in the rain; clouds lifted, he felt serene.
He dove in, swam through hemlock, maple, ash and birch
An adventure starting in nature's wooden church.
Vanderwhacker Mountain, Bad Luck Pond and "Flowed Land"
Through turbulent "Opalescent River", hand over hand
He saw beavers, osprey, an eagle in the sky
Just 300 miles to go, an experience you can't buy.
The tides reach Troy and pure fresh waters cease
So Lewis often swam at night, in quiet and in peace
He would do the backstroke to gaze at the Milky Way
Sometimes the romance of night surpassed that of the day.
A blue moon was rising, the river bathed in light,
The dark waters glowed beneath the stars of night.
Past the Catskills the sun rose, and he was still on a roll
He looked east at Poet's Walk where writers used to stroll.
He passed 200 feet under the Walkway that once was used for rail:
The longest footbridge in the world, and it connects to a long bike Trail
Then Breakneck Ridge, named when a bull fell off the wall
He passed the Croton River, where Paddleboarders try not to fall.
He passed the little park where I often take my mom
People sit there on lawn chairs, tranquil and calm
Past the Palisade cliffs, and the cycling road below
Past the north end of Manhattan and the Spuyten Duyvil flow.
Past the Cloisters with its Unicorns and medieval art
Past the place where Dad first stayed, ambition in his heart
Lewis joined the Hudson's legends, and he made a lasting mark
When he climbed soaking but happy, at the end, at Battery Park.
City dwellers may take the river as a backdrop, mundane, just a given
Some people live walled-in lives, it might be better to be driven
Henry Hudson found here "as pleasant a land as one can explore"
Try looking at the familiar with new eyes, let’s go down to the shore.
Here at the gate,
I sit and wait;
Pen now ready,
Blank page ink free.
Wordplay and art,
Muse promptly starts;
Words on a roll,
Brisk ideas stroll.
Ink stains in time,
Surge flow of rhymes;
An inner feel,
Spurs a calm will.
I step aside
Let flow now glide;
I do not know
Just what will show.
Word pictures fit
To honour wit,
I wait a while,
Watch soul move style.
Sometimes flow stops,
Yes not one drop;
Then like a breeze,
A oozing squeeze.
How do I write?
I simply cite:
What soul inspires,
Words do not tire.
I do not try
To force a sigh;
Words have a way
To twist fine play.
Leon Enriquez
02 August 2017
Singapore
"A Silent Song"
Mirror Mirror on the Wall
Blessed or cursed
Morning shave
Coffee please
Write a verse
Remembers last night’s dream
Grabs a napkin, spills his spleen
Shoves it in his pocket
Walks to work
Sits at his desk
Carries on as usual
Chats on with the new study,
he’s on a roll, softly flirts
Quietly, silently, it always works
Groundhog Day that’s the worst,
Where’s the breaker to dive under it all
Every now and then a Tempest is called for
A heavenly thunderous squall
Just to shake it up
Move through the strung out long day pall
Cover his mirror with her fog and all
All the while
He’s talking it up, little work day dramas
Meetings minute cutlass pen thrust
Business as usual, balls to bust
Still underneath it all he’s thinking the stories frame by frame
She whispers out of nowhere ethereal in his brain,
“The best story is yet to arrive, it’s only the middle of the day…
maybe some gold glitter, a Llama and a Toucan that sashays?”
Empath on his knees by midnight
He’s writing melancholic love songs
The words are tight, verses short
Not long, he’s thinking Turtle Doves and short skirts
That won’t work…
scrawls it out, writing’s gone with the wind,
The best words for the story don’t take too long
He listens to some music, thinks of her and sings a new song.
Mirror Mirror on the Wall
Dreams flourish dripping words
black on white her familiar screen
pounding faster like raging horses hooves and heart beats
bleed vibrant colors mystic legions of wars and lovers
a foreign sovereignty her mind and wily covers her pageantry
Her eyes the windows of her world
Wings beating flying free
Cages broken, horses hooves hearts racing
She follows him on another shore a dream by sea
Praying prophecies
Empath on her knees
Two very different minds
Free to be
(Lovejoy-Burton/Feb 2018)
Music/ Paolo Conte, "Sparring Partner"
https://youtu.be/tzjdY5rmpCA
There were times throughout my life that I lost you.
I felt so alone and there were moments I was scared.
Sometimes it was a shock and I didn't know what to do.
The world seemed so cruel and I was so unprepared.
I was completely free with the way that I lived.
There were very few material things I needed.
However, you went through my pockets like a sieve.
Buying random things, my budget was often exceeded.
Some things did happen that were out of my control,
But I blame no one but myself for the sins of my past.
When you come into my life, I get on a roll.
I save nothing at, so, with me, you rarely last.
I transformed Iowa’s meadows and forests overnight
Changing her children’s delight at first snow to fear of the cold
Gloating and laughing, I introduced some to frost bite.
What did I care if their pinky toes fell off?
That’s enough, my husband said.
What did he know? I whirled away, flicking him with ice.
I was not finished for I did not want to merely be a blizzard.
I wanted to be the worst snow blizzard in Iowa’s history.
I slickened their streets with the blackest of invisible ice.
I allowed icicles to drip from the roofs of their houses.
Their snow was piling up now, in five foot snow drifts.
Was I finished? My husband asked me. Ha!
I swirled up my snow and shot a snowball into his eye.
My winds picked up speed; I was on a roll.
I tossed snow so thickly in the air that the drivers could not see.
The freeways and schools were closed.
I waited all day long for the radio to say worst snowstorm in history.
Little did I know it would take about two years before I heard this.
In the meantime I kept things snowy, icy, and impassible.
Reveling in my power. Oh, I took down the power lines too. A fantastic time!
Wobble chops in 99, was driving cars and doing fine'
He'd was in 'top gear' where his sweaters looked drear
On a roll, he was always really; ready to talk and stroll
Smugness poured out of him, he may be deaf from his own din
Also discontent I saw' he changed loyaltys as a revolving door
Rover built the 75, it was easy on the eye, orders just began to fly
A solid build the people liked, time for old wobble chops to strike.!
Its like a doctors car he groaned, him all grimace and stone dead tone
Causing orders to dry up quick, bashing British Jeremy thick.'
Clarkson you should have been banned' pushing rover into quicksand
Causing so many jobs to die, pompous twit are you satisfied.?
4/28/16
Above the basement
And pavement
Yet adjacent
To anything covalent
Right or wrong
Close or beyond
Weak or strong
And either short or long
As well as upset or calm
Broken or a structured bond
This world strange
Many things tilt and change
Among the hills and terrain
So they still say
Near and close to any spillway
And will they
Continue it until the grave?
Empty and full
Warm and cold
Young and old
In a rut and on a roll
Out of hand and in control
Heart and soul
Peace and fights
Day and night
Dark and light
Dim and bright
left and right
black and white
What‘s better than a biscuit?
Hard to debunk
Treasure trunk funk
Should you let
It get wetter
Would you dare risk it?
The trick a quick dunk
Or could flunk..flick..kerplunk..
Mushy chunk sunk..messy junk
Slushy slunk..in the tea you drunk
So at your leisure
Pleasure one’s self
Don’t regret your stealth
Forget your health
Wealth beset on the shelf
So feeling restive?
Yearn for a digestive?
Appealing…suggestive
No shock..dark choc
What else will cut the mustard
With a brew…for a few bob
Recurring theme..does seem
Will always dream
About a custard cream
Almost sob…as I Lob
A hob-nob in me gob
Ta pour more cha
In fine fettle
Be a slob
Turn on the kettle
Bickies in the jar
On the sofa settle
Sins within tins
Spurn concern
Ignore the racket
As
Hats do doff
Knew from the off
On a roll
The sole goal
Quaff another cuppa
Down your cake hole
Scoff the whole packet!