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It rained on the parish as steeple bells rang
A loud burst of thunder screamed out with a bang
The doors were all locked which was never the norm
A big crowd of people stood out in the storm
They looked saturated from head down to toe
The rivers were swollen now shone in their flow
With puddles reacting in strangest of ways
This all seemed quite weird on the sunniest day
The leader a man with a full head of hair
He shouted some words that he wanted to share
“This rain will not stop this is what I believe
So I think it’s time that this parish should leave”
The crowd that had listened now said with a frown
“Why is it that rain always seems to fall down.
Whenever we gather, when we congregate
It follows us early and follows us late?”
When then a small child, he came out to say
I don’t feel the rain on this sunniest day
I think that this storm that you all want to hide
Might just now be coming from deep down inside
If only, you’d smile, I know you would see
The bluest of skies that are in front of me
But that is the problem in this sorrowed town
Because you’re not happy, the rains will come down
When one of them smiled and then there were two
A few more then followed, yes that they did do
When suddenly everyone in their own style
Proceeded to wear their most wonderful smile
The next thing that happened, what came to appear
The rainfall it stopped and the skies were so clear
This parish then cheered and rejoiced in such joy
Because they had listened to one little boy
The man with the full head of hair raised the lad
And thanked him for making the parish feel glad
He now was a hero to all who had come
To praise this small child for bringing the sun
But he said “no thank you is needed for me
Because it was in all of you now you see
If you are sad then the rain it will fall
But if you are happy, the sun comes to call”
I believe that the value of a poem lies within the eye of the beholder
Whether you write fact or fiction or maybe a rant about a certain officeholder
It’s the duty of each poet to be true to their own style and follow their heart
Some may deem your work worthy or not worth the powder to blow it apart
Take pride in your work and not what others may think
Write whatever you may feel and trust in the power of the ink
As for me my writing is all over the place depending on how I feel
Somedays are patriotic and some abrasive, but I always try to keep it real
I write to send a message, my style and mine alone
I will always try to be respectful unless you mess with my bone
The bullies know me from the raging in my quill
I’ll always stand up for my friends, no matter how high the bill
October 7, 2020
A Poet’s Duty Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beth Evans
Start with a cause:
To look for you;
Learn now to pause,
Stand back and view.
Get a glimpse deep:
It's up to you;
Strain what you weep,
Discern what's due.
In just a while:
Look beyond this;
Know a sure style,
Look for clear bliss.
Set yourself up:
Seek to be whole;
Fill your own cup,
Look to your soul.
Time and space moot:
You know your place;
Spread your own roots,
Divine fond grace.
Each pause moves still:
Learn just to smile;
Silence grows fill,
Chance your own style.
Look beyond things:
Each moment glows;
Embrace each fling,
Go with the flow.
Walk with warm joy:
Live with love true;
Toy with fine ploys,
It's up to you.
All in good time:
Your tryst with quest;
Sync with grand chimes,
Just live your best.
Leon Enriquez
08 February 2019
Singapore
For some one pork is good
For some one chicken
as choices are different
in own style let items be eaten
I like fleshy soft Fish
to have minimum calories
cooked with soya oil with brinjal
and with black eyed peas
God bless every one
With happy Good Luck meal
in the Happy 2012 New Year
let's all we deal
Sponsored by: Russell Sivery
Written by: bldevnath
on 07/01/2012
MY SPIRIT SOARS
"The wind rides in solitude, In her diaphanous delight Her skirts brush eternity, To gather the stars of night"
Music fills my soul and wakes up my senses
and I find my whole body moving to the beat,
rhythm, tempo, cadence of the music in precise,
distinguished moves, defined, delivered with feelings.
How dancing stirs me and lifts me up is beyond me.
Every move I emote is an expression of art, feeling
serenity, freedom, happiness and being in a trance
while I sway, shake gracefully, showing my authenticity.
Dressing up makes me feel free, expressing my love
of fashion and expressing my own style, individuality.
It is art to me, playing, coordinating colors, adding
accents of scarves, hair pieces, belts showing my chic way.
Travel enlightens me, brings joy, delight to my being.
It gives me knowledge, being aware of the facts and
familiar with the places I visit while enjoying my stay.
It gives me freedom of exploring and sweet memories.
How my passions carry, transport me into
another world, where I find solitude, serenity,
freedom, delight, joy or up above with the stars
and that is when my spirit soars with the wind.
5/3/21 Choose Your Form Poetry
Joseph May
Chose: Option #4
Checked: PS Grammar Checker
I know my clothes are a little crazy.
It’s not because I’m lazy.
I do care about my looks.
I just don’t read fashion magazines and books.
I prefer to make my own style.
Even if it’s a bit wild.
How do I explain?
How my style is not so plain.
A leopard sweatshirt.
I don’t like skirts.
I do enjoy pants with stripes.
A pair of shoes that have pictures of kites.
A scrunchy covered in colorful squares.
Socks that are unmatched pairs.
My style is ever changing.
I like the rearranging.
When the wind is strong,
Off comes my hat that I wear wrong.
Some people stare.
Some ask me to share,
Some fashion advice.
I don’t need to think twice.
I tell them to decide with their hearts.
I tell them to close their eyes as they fill their carts!
Watch me, young man, more intently this time
I will teach you to write poetry with meter and rhyme
The way poems have been written for hundreds of years
With beauty and grace enough to bring you to tears
no disrespect meant old man
but throw that shtuff in the garbage can
i could duplicate byron if I wanted to
but I want to express a new attitude
some’n that’s free
come’n from me
not repeating crap from history
revolutionary
i wanta be bold
not simply do what i’m told
you’d understand if you weren’t so old
A poem should be written to express beauty and love
With words of wisdom inspired from our God above
When read aloud, the words from our lips should flow
And radiate our listener’s mind with an intellectual glow
that’s fine for you and your conservative crowd
but some things need to be expressed more loud
shouted from the street
not all pretty and neat
with a young man’s beat
don’t expect me to kiss your feet
i am not you
and you are not me
i don’t want you to change
actually, i accept you the way you are
why can’t you do the same
i think it’s a shame
my youth you blame
for wanting to express poetry in a different vain
Anger is not a healthy form of expression
Your poetry leads me deep into depression
you call it anger,
to me its just passion
i like your poems
but for me, they’re old fashion
I guess in the end, you are really just being my son
Following the path I taught you when all is said and done
I told you always to be true about whom you are
Go ahead son; use your own style to reach your star
i love you, dad
I love you, too, Son
(Inspired by, "The Controversy")
Start with any number, only numbers 1 to 10. This number represents the number of letters of any one-word that matches the number that you chose. You thought of "5," for example, this should be a five-letter word. Start with this word (any word), but doesn't have to be a personal name or proper noun. You can do it too, but make sure you describe it in a very positive way. It will serve as your poem title and subject or point of interest how you explore this word. ("5" doesn't imply a five line-poem or five stanzas or only 5 five letter-words in each line, however, this can be also be considered as numerical poetry).
Once you started the poem with your given word, end your poem with the same title-word or any word containing the same number of letters of your poem title.
Your poem can be written short or long and it can be presented in any format where you can express it freely.
Describe your emotions from within. Poetry is everyone's life. Yours matters!
Simple
Simple as driving and flying
Simple as cooking and eating
Reading or writing
Or playing and sharing.
Life is not all about material things.
You may not have much
But you are worth more than a sack of gold
taken from an empty catch
When you have yourself as You!
Simple...
Dimple!
Simple living is like thriving with a dimple. You are not too great, yet simple in your own ways. Life will bring you down, but don't forget you have an invisible dimple too! No matter how hard life strikes, a single dimple can save your life. Don't forget to smile because dimples can be felt everywhere without physically seeing them from everybody. You can still be attractive and be accepted even without natural dimples that many people have around you. Just think you have at least one... inside of you!
P.S.
If you thought of two or three or four different numbers from 1 to 10 and want to combine them as your poem-title, come up with your own style of writing in any way you can express it. End with the same title or equivalent to each letter-word written in different words
Listen and learn the way of poise,
Discern and earn the style of choice.
Feel the deep urge that frames a hint,
Keep sync with surge as moments mint.
Think curious thoughts that come to play,
Confront fond lot as truth paves way.
Cling on to joy as cheer finds zest,
Intent hurls ploys that flavour quest.
Transcend the crude in subtle form,
Dare to conclude the caustic norms.
Wonder tells well the timeless show,
Wander to dwell on change that flows.
Delight frames cheer with happy stance,
Sense joy endear your song and dance.
Know then the truth in myriad things,
Seek the soul proof in what life flings.
See fool and sage with curious eyes,
Each a sure page where ideas ply.
Circles of light bring abrupt change,
Follow the sights in sure and strange.
Here for a while with vivid themes,
Wear your own style and find your dreams.
Leon Enriquez
14 January 2016
Singapore
Into dormancy vines enter
preparing to grow for next season,
as vines have some valid reasons
to adjust with chill of winter.
Vines to undergo some changes
as both physiological,
and also biological,
survival process to arrange.
Leaves take on soft shimmering glow
before shedding off in the Fall .
when Autumn breeze starts to follow.
No photosynthesis at all.
The sap just sinks into the roots
till next vegetable cycle
to sleep getting ready for fruits :
Resting period ! Plant’s own style.
Till Spring plant takes this precaution
Simple behaviour of Vine.
Plant to get Nature’s protection.
In winter survival runs fine.