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Imagine if at the drop of a hat,
You could become a cartoon
Sylvester the Cat,
Chasing poor little Tweety Bird,
Perhaps it sounds absurd
Or be Fred Flintstone or his friend,
Let’s just pretend,
I was Barney or Fred’s wife Wilma,
Back in the Stone Age era,
Or I really fancy good ol’ Bugs Bunny,
Being incessantly shot at by Elmer
Fudd, I wouldn’t feel that it was
eternally funny,
‘What’s up doc’ Bugs would say,
Every moment of every single day.
And of course, the beginning of
Cartoons with Mickey Mouse,
And his girlfriend Minnie, I wonder
Did she ever become his spouse.
Unforgettable Donald Duck
Who sometimes would show pluck
But lacked finesse and polish,
And never ceased to astonish
His audience who laughed at his
Semi-intelligible speech,
But how much each
One of us looked forward to time
In front of the telly, prime
Hour for adults and children alike,
Heading home on your bike,
To not miss a second, homework
Not yet done
For now, it was all about fun.
One of my favorites for absolute sure,
Was the Mad Hatter at his tea party
At whom Alice in Wonderland
Was a guest, and experienced first-hand,
What riddles were or were not about,
For without him, there would be no story,
And this famous fable would
Have lost it’s glory.
The road runner for me was a trifle
Boring, but his ‘beep, beep’ grew on me,
I ought to agree.
I could go on forever, and mention
Many a cartoon, but time to go
To sleep like Sleeping beauty,
And be awaken each morn
By my handsome prince who pampers
Me, for he believes I earn
An amazing aroma of fresh ground coffee
And interprets my cartoon dreams,
Into romance and a kaleidoscope
Of incredible themes!
(Note: This poem is a Sonnet with Alliteration.)
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Start stereo streaming, laughter lifting locks;
Hunter hurling hooks, choice chasing chatter;
Dance distant dreaming, trouble trouncing torque;
Buddy bearing books, mind moulding matter.
Love listens lovely, play planting promptly;
Texture tussles trade, boom bulging blossoms;
Vex voice valiantly, touch textures tightly;
Flexing frenzy fades, allure aids awesome.
Loiter lingers lull, words weaning wonder;
Do deliver deal, pressure primes pleasure;
Cheer cleverly culls, posture plots plunder;
Set sleepy sight still, movement mimes measure.
Winding westward way, preying pampers piece;
Pleasure pleasing play, ever eastern ease.
Leon Enriquez
06 May 2014
Singapore
The little kid changed my life
though lived half the age
me ,downed by the blues of life
life had lost its charm and grace.
BUT
this innocent gaze and smile
the soft gums
smell of sweet milk
the soft linen
hands outstretched, demanding care
the closed little fists
tickling laughter
Barbie doll hair
the soft cheeks
the sparkling eyes
a new life thriving-
yet to know the world
the little restless legs
the tiny fingers
the sweet toes
the nail as soft as the skin
fresh fragrant skin
soft velvet tiny lips-
the honey drooling lips
rolling over
wet pampers
agitation
the bare dimpled tiny butts
the peaceful sleep
the angelic beauty
the touch with those little hands
clinging
trust she demanded
the soft cry
a sign of hunger
a panic search-
for the womb she belonged
clinging to mother's breasts
the sucking and innocent stare
the celestial face
all these changed me
got wisdom forgotten half the life
changed am I by this little one
In this world a baby is not born alone
But a mom and dad are born along.
she gave me designation I adore
she called me DADDY
( Written in 1995 when my first daughter was born, just wrote words as they came , didn't arrange it in any pattern )
The Baby Creep
Here in my Pampers. They took off my bib. Then they turned off the light, laid me here in my crib, yet I still see some light from the sun sunken low, but because I’m a toddler, to bed I must go? Well, I WON’T go to sleep ‘cause I just want to play! And I’m NOT a dumb blanket that just wants to lay in this crib! Should I cry? Should I NOT make a sound when I hear in the house they are moving around? I could cry. I could whimper or maybe I’ll scream, make them think I feel bad or I had a bad dream. What to do… what to do? Now my rattle I see. It will have to make do! Weren’t they nice leaving THAT there for me? So I pick up the rattle, I shake and I roll. I will shake that thing silly. Let THAT be my goal, ‘cause it’s stupid to sleep when there’s light still outside, so I’ll just be a creep, cause I’ll shake up a storm till they hear all my clatter and come to my room to see what is the matter. I’ll lay here and rattle. I’ll rattle, and though it’s till dawn, I’ll be rattling and rattling and rattling on!
Aug. 20, 2018 hopefully in the popular style of Nina Parmenter
(I actually gave my parents quite the grief as a baby since I would not sleep till midnight, same as today!)
It was above and beyond the call of duty
When she had to clean his booty.
He had crap from the pampers down
And not a clean spot to be found.
Then he took his hand and spread it all around
From the table to the ground.
He had spread it every where
And had done it with such care.
To him this was just a game
As he tried to write his name.
His mother was as angry as can be
But she laughed hysterically.
And as her laughter finally settled down
He looked at her with a frown.
He did not realize all that he had done
He was just having fun.
As she carried him to the shower
He decided to have his final hour.
Oops ! I did it again mom !
"Teenage Mother"
She had it all
A very bright tomorrow
She always smiled
Though broken internally.
All was rosy...
Until she stopped listening
To the voices of reason
We blame it all on adolescence
That girl was gone for good.
She started smoking
Boys were the only thing she understood more than any subject
Broken friendships
Many wrong choices.
She lost the most important key in life.........Education!
Her mother died from depression
An invisible father
She was now on her own...
Pregnant at fifteen
How can a toddler look after another toddler ?
When the baby cried,so was the mother.
She needed money for pampers, milk ,napkins and rent,
So she traded her body for a piece of bread and chicken change.
It was all over for her at sixteen,
She watched as her peers enjoyed the gift of youth
So many regrets,yet no solutions.
Another baby in her belly
Disease in her veins
Alcohol in her breath
She died at eighteen
What will happen to the lives left behind?
Every man’s heart is a terrific tree of desire
It sprout so fast as a mighty meaty briar
Born from the seed of error it grows
With wrath and pride as the trunks it shows.
With nescient roots it spread deep the soil
And suck inane water with rootlets that coil
Spread around the basin, the wish of action
Holding the water that nourishes the motion.
Our tree is full with leaves of envy
Covering the branches of grief in plenty
Sprouts of fear, sprouts from its branches
Making it looks like a lone tree in ranches.
Acts so evil from the past are its vigour
With twigs of anxiety it looks so rigor
Loss of judgement sprigs from its arms
Our tree looks phantom, devoid of charms.
Thirsty for love and thirsty for money
Thirsty for power and thirst so many
Creepers of thirst, twine they surround
Cower the branches and climb from around
Like the Eve of Eden who tasted the fruit
Don’t wait underneath for the forbidden fruit
Cut down the tree and cut down your sorrows
Free your soul and the joy you pampers.
Submitted on December 22, 2019, for I Am A Tree Poetry Contest sponsored by Delilah Ventura
Honorable Mention in STRAND any form any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
Let me be the stylist that makes your hair,
That massages your smooth back
And pampers you like a baby with care;
Let me be the chef that cooks you delicacies
And when in pain,
Let me be thy only Herbs with unmatched efficacies;
Let me be the tongue that sings you poetry lyrics
In the mornings and nights
Like an orator who has turned word artistry to physics;
Let me be the crescent on your face,
That shimmering smile of yours
That illuminates your beauty and grace;
Let me be your best friend, your everything
The one that holds you dear in his heart
And for you could do anything;
Let me be your Romeo, and you my Juliet,
And like a chameleon my pen would change its colors
From green to blue, to pink and violet......
Baby let me be your all!
Niggyraslife
It's almost Halloween, and parents
afraid to let children go out?
First it was drugs in candies, then razors,
then predators, it makes me want to shout!
You know what the boogeyman it is this year!
Why COVID, of course, how we love living in fear!
Even though the numbers have been clarified we
love the inaccurate ones, of course.
Fake News keeps posting inaccurate numbers, so
how much of living fully have we all lost?
Plenty, I say! Lost wages, lost time with friends
and family.
Blue "Pampers" on our faces?
Such a ridiculous, inhumane display.
Of course time to cash in, masks in polka dots,
leopard or lush pink.
No wonder people are not only on drugs, but
also, the heavier they drink.
What does a mouth or smile look like anyway?
Muffled words, no full out laughter, gives me
vertigo and brain-sway.
Churches locked tight, but a city, fine to burn?
Casinos, Costco wall to wall people, but of God,
or to sing in a chapel?
You are forbidden to respect, honor and to learn.
In the USA, the right to assemble peacefully is
hardly a joke.
But Portland has had over 100 days of rioting...
Are these folks on coke?
I don't know if the freedom I once knew, will ever
be allowed to be?
Just masks, social distancing till I die, and the sad
part is....I will never be free!
September 15, 2020
4pm PST
Exemplifying genuine love*
Author of wondrous charity sublime
reached down to humankind with mercy
of passionate grace for redemption against sin’s wrath…
such is agape expressed by God: perfectly unconditional and limitless!
More than celestial caress
that pampers cherubim and angels
wafting gentle whispering of blissful serenity
assuring precious treasures for infinite legacy impact…
such is agape the Father keeps bestowing to abound forevermore!
Offering eternal life and heavenly home
Source of blessed compassion sacrificed Himself
moved with concern along forgiveness-sanctification
for fallen people, needing salvation from iniquities’ wages…
such is agape: active deed reflecting Christ’s nature of selfless goodness!
Beyond mere feelings of delight
surpassing ecstasy inspiration brings
heart beat Enabler breathes out soul-revival
quickening spirit midst healing of the transgression-afflicted…
such is agape: spontaneous miracle wrought by the Holy Ghost!
Sharing while caring, propelled through prayers
along trust-seal reigning despite grievous infidelity angst
upon patience, meekness, longsuffering though pride assails
tested, proven and challenged in the crucible of sincere altruism…
such is agape of faithfulness’ courage --- exercised by brethren in the Lord!
*1John 4:8 He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.
April 28, 2021
1st place, "Agape" Free Verse Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 5/5/2021.