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Dare to bear all
That fling of gall
That sudden fall
Dare to live well
Bear storm and hell
Live what life spells
Dare to be wise
Pay then the price
Rise beyond vice
Dare to be good
In any mood
Love beyond food
Dare to be true
In any cue
Then pay your dues
Dare to be kind
In all you find
In heart and mind
Dare to be clear
Despite your fears
Live vivid cheer
Dare to style joy
Let zest employ
Words you deploy
Dare to live calm
Let cheer spread balm
In charming psalm
Dare to face choice
With steady poise
In active voice
Dare to align
Ply fond design
Fine tact that signs
Dare to just greet
Bitter and sweet
In all you meet
Dare to live right
Look for the light
Love gives sure sight
Dare to be sure
In action pure
Purge vain allure
Dare to be brave
Dare beyond grave
To touch and save
Leon Enriquez
02 September 2014
Singapore
Wrong is right and right is wrong.
Long is short and short is long.
Black is white and white is black.
Toilet paper we may lack.
All is zero. Zero’s all.
There’s no writing on the wall.
Down is up and up is down.
The scientist is now a clown.
Toes need hands and hands need feet.
Siberia does not need heat.
Cold is hot and hot is cold.
The old are young; the young are old.
Kitties bark and dogs meow.
There is no need of money now.
In shadows, shine. In sunlight, lurk.
He who works hard is a jerk.
Harsh noises blind, and snow storms burn.
No child is left behind. All learn!
Illogic see and reason lose.
Never have to pay your dues!
Dead’s alive; alive is dead.
To sleep well, do not go to bed!
Straight is crooked; Crooked’s straight.
Does heaven even have a gate?
Hell is heaven; heaven’s hell.
All humanity is well.
Light is dark and dark is light.
Peaceful earthlings like to fight.
The rich are poor; the poor have riches.
Politics leave us in stiches.
Night is day and day is night.
Right is wrong and wrong is right.
Sept. 11, 2021
For the Nonsense Rhyme Poetry Contest of charles messina
Now for 'A BRIAN STRAND 1093' Poetry Contest
On a wild rampage
I ride through the night
Livid with anger
Redemption in sight
Set out to pillage
Your heart and your soul
Leave nothing standing
No, nothing left whole
A prisoner of war
I will take you to me
A slave bound and tied
Not meant to be free
Part of my booty
You’re mine to demand
You must pay your dues
Obey each command
I’m furious with rage
My anger I’ll vent
You thought me serene
No, I am hell bent
There must be payment
For breaking my heart
My revenge is sweet
I’ll not spare a part
My siege is complete
My honor in tact
I’m a fierce warrior
There’s nothing I lack
You thought you’d use me
And then you would flee
You figured it wrong
Look straight into me
I've come to avenge
I see how you shake
You poor little lamb
Your stronghold I break
I know your weakness
And with it I snare
You can’t resist me
When beauty I bare
With weakness exposed
I bind you with might
I torture you well
All through the long night
I play with my toy
Until I tire
Then toss you aside
Charred by my fire
Left helpless and weak
You bemoan your fate
While I ride away
Now calm and sedate
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Watch and see
What may be
Joy lives here
Live bold cheer
Walk you way
Love each day
Peace of mind
Charms each find
Love each face
Love fine grace
Look to zest
To prime quest
Make or break
Bet your stakes
Do not fear
Faith sparks clear
Journey far
Be your star
Dare be bold
Let love hold
Race your run
Ground fond fun
Grace primes you
Pay your dues
In good health
Your grand wealth
Seize your prize
In surprise
Wander well
Wonder tells
Each day sums
Fond outcomes
Be mindful
Be grateful
In due time
All thoughts rhyme
Seek wise heart
Dare hurl art
Leon Enriquez
08 January 2017
Singapore
We would sleep oft as light as a flagging breeze, eyes dry and smarting; with minds ill at ease..'
Our lives then the currency to pay your dues, who would return from our sorties? we had not a clue.'
We fought off the nausea, as well as the foe, we'd tied wires to ailerons if it meant we could go..'
Our aim was sure, our desire's to win.' Our hearts burned for freedom; midst the dogfighting & spin,
We honoured this country, child maid and man, from the bankers, to the bakers; lords or labouring men.
Our thoughts oft assailed, by the task on our hands; our limbs felt fatigue, yet we held to the plan..'
We came back from our 'bailouts', to a pittance of pay; then returned to the sky by the night & the day.
Our flights held this country, kept its hope; earned its trust, we hold no regrets for blood spilled in the dust
We know that our sacrifice, will be not effaced; keep the faith we've delivered, here in our covenant place.'
©Joe Maverick 7/2/2015
Unknown at birth
This tour of earth
Blur from the start
Time prompts each heart
Seize then your date
With fickle fate
Each soul comes here
To outwit fear
Start fresh and blank
By river bank
Then journey well
On what you dwell
Your cast and play
You work each day
Think, say and do
What's right by you
Seek to be good
In urge and mood
Round and round here
Seize love not fear
The way is right
When soul feels light
Don't waste your time
On empty mimes
Be good to all
As footsteps fall
Wear well fond wit
Anchor wise fit
Do or do not
And focus plot
Journey love's feel
As wonder thrills
Dare to be you
And pay your dues
Here through life's gate
Live well your fate
Leon Enriquez
04 June 2017
Singapore
The rum soaked blues will surely make you pay your dues.
You slurp em down and you place your bet.
But a face like this, you've not seen yet.
Flood gates open and you just feel cursed.
I had no idea I was about to burst.
J.B. says, "it cleans you out and then you can go on."
All I know is, it's making me wait for a brighter dawn.
Crying in your coffee's no way to live.
But in the course of a lifetime, theres so much to forgive.
Inside these walls you build so high.
You just pray to God, this is not where you die.
In some strange mysterious way.
I find myself gateful for this day.
But if I don't learn and tommorow should repeat.
It's just myself to blame if I end up in the street.
So sing the blues, but not too often.
For surley your loved ones will measure your coffin.
Nobody wants to be that kind of news.
And end up belonging to the rum soaked blues.
Courtesy of:
The 33RD of AUGUST
THREE PART HARMONY
THIRD WORLD MINISTRY
TRIPLE PLAY REVIVAL
REV. TRIP THORNBUSH III, DD
PASTOR, CHURCH OF THE MYSTICAL TRINITY
C. Günter Marrow, Sexton
1. Don’t be shy
2. Come on in
3. Check it out
4. Take your time
5. Don’t get cute
6. Speak the truth
7. Just be kind
8. Take a hike
9. Fall in love
10. Seize the day
11. Make your mark
12. Learn to dance
13. Bust a move
14. Whip it good
15. Let it be
16. Don’t look back
17. Eat real food
18. Take a nap
19. Make a plan
20. Play the odds
21. Take a chance
22. Do what’s right
23. Take the pledge
24. Share your wealth
25. Pay your dues
26. Give a damn
27. Keep your cool
28. Keep the faith
29. Be a fool
30. Don’t give up
31. Walk the walk
32. Bear the pain
33. Heal the wound
Free town
There is no free lunch in free town
So wake up to pay your dues
Take up your responsibilities
Face your challenges and
Handle your business like a man
Cos this life is not free any more
To love is either not exceptional
This days the weight of your pocket
Keeps your value even in a
Free town
Free town
Too many people are royal yet not honest
Yes they are royal cos of needs
They are with you cos of what to get
Out of you
Once you are out of their needs
You suddenly becomes a nobody
Learn to be alone sometimes my friend
And watch the world in your silence
Cos you will surely see no
Royalty for free not even in a
Free town
Sucking away vitality destroying your soul;
His delusions and anger cannot hide what's inside;
Vehemence in the face of adversity his demeanor breeds fear
Apprehensive, what next? Violence erupts once again
Diabolical meanderings, picturing situations untrue;
Poisoning the atmosphere, with no thoughts visible to you
Twisting fact and fiction, in his mind, is it really true?
Jumping from conclusion to conclusion keeping his anger fueled
Is it guilt feeding his mind? His conscience troubling him?
Accusations stem from nothing! He really has no clue!
Shutting down emotionally turning numb thru and thru
He keeps the fire rolling, breeding contempt nothing new
Running from the fallacy, of what life really means for him;
Threats and ultimatums destructive to all on his whim;
Forces the confrontation another hell night to live thru
Stay awake, or hope and pray he falls asleep before you do?
Don't contemplate what harm sleeping may cause for you
Only retaliates is there nothing you can do?
Screaming although its late it's time to pay your dues
Demonstrates there is no debate, saying lies that are untrue;
Can anyone relate, to pain once it begins?
No way to escape fate, the broken record never ends;
Accept now what is, not longing for should have been(s),
what was, is not, what is, what a tragic end
There never was a what was, its an imagined should have been
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