Long Peek Poems
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How cold the sun of April
first day playing games
of spring return to winter chills.
Blow ye wild, racing winds
slip thru the stilled and silent trees
hovering between the naked forms
and promised new growth of life.
Hear the cry and howl of the hollow
echoing goodbyes and hellos
waiting for March gusts to die away.
Sing loud and bold old birds of prior years
pretty, pretty, pretty tweetings
of April's spring into May days
as showers fall hard and icy cold.
Young, newly paired wrens and sparrows
begin the staked out housings
gather nesting materials for soon to be laid eggs.
Croci, daffodil, forsythia burst forth
in shaded emerald green starts
soaking in the sunlight warm
ready to glow in bright and brilliant hues.
Others soon to peek thru the earthened ground
breaking grit and graveled clay dirt
in sprigs tendered in their greenery.
Yet comes April in its unpredictability, yellowed sun
teasing life to come forth and be reborn
then sear it chilled within its grip
amidst bluing cloudless skies.
These are the days of every life
enticing and cautionary
hesitating and holding back
all the April fools.
Be without fear for love works best,
Dare bold things here in your sure quest.
The thing you seek is seeking you,
Dare to just peek with faith that cues.
Hope lights the fire that burns most bright,
Love now inspires the touch of light.
Close your eyes now and then you'll see,
How love endows truth and beauty.
There is a way beyond mere sense,
Here moments play beyond all tense.
Just when you think you know just when,
Crash breaks the links to cast just then.
Be willing friend to just allow,
Grace shapes all trends right here and now.
See beyond sight that profound bliss,
Magic feels right beyond all this.
Leon Enriquez
25 April 2016
Singapore
Rainbow Saturn had heard of the exodus and wanted to see
So she crept along the skyline, and took a peek, and yelled a whoopee whee!
There were cars and trucks a plenty, she told me in a voice not bitty.
She was delighted when she heard a child yell “look! How pretty!”
How do you know she meant you? I asked, but I know she probably did.
I am not sure, she admitted, but I know she saw me. After all, she’s a kid.
She probably meant you, I told her after watching the whole thing on video.
You were the most beautiful thing in the sky, so it must have been so!
Saturn swished a bit and sashayed her delight, that I recognized her beauty.
Of course I did, after all, is that not a good husband’s blessed duty?
You are the best, I told her. These kids were lucky to get a whiff of you.
For adults never see us planets, as their hearts are not as pure or true.
Saturn was throwing clothes onto the floor now, trying on flowers and dots.
I had so much fun peeking at them, she told me. And they have forget me knots.
I know I have a reputation for being fierce, but I gave her three candy bars.
If there is one thing you can say, I am a great husband, the planet Mars.
P,
A little wine and a curious mind
go a long long way
the words can take you only so far
dig deep, deep, deep, deep
into the wishing wells
and the reflections in the bathroom mirrors
in the kindling next to a bottle
you said
"the bush fires are a little more intense"
retreating to the den
our iniquity revealed
and f'd over
again and again and again
it's the touch that matters
skin and bone with faith of mind
we grind
into each other
free falling or is it soaring
away from it all
into the creases of life
climbing the mountainous peaks
I peek, the gorgeousness of your eyes
your lips, pecking back at me
I see the unseen, your ladled mystery
beneath the clothes
making history
the world spins and we look for direction
go north, or is it west
just whisper
and I will carry you home
Nodding off in my dilapidated easy chair; a soft gentle knock on the door
Stand and stagger to answer it; I kick an empty beer can across the floor.
Bleary eyed I look through the peek hole, I don’t see anyone there.
Slowly I turn towards the LIVING ROOM , shaking my finger in my ear.
The noise startled me : TAP TAP TAP that’s all I could hear.
Do I answer the door , or go get a cold beer.
I turn back around ( I’m getting dizzy ) the door I quickly open wide.
A dishearten young girl, nine maybe ten; three days dirt on her face:
I CRIED
( to be continued )
(Asia may not know, this LIX city split baby boomer now ranks himself as an in denture charred sir vent reflecting on that painful instant when enamel collided with frozen water versus the recent removal of all teeth - courtesy of periodontal disease, and reckons how quaint that facial fracas).
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inxs of cold playing air
froze natural pond, where
over head Canadian geese did blare
honking the latest goose sip loud and clear
when from behind a bush
(color antler protected doe against fear
of smashed pumpkin) did peek a deer
alert to any danger by parking
upright either one or both ear
lest predator doth lurk and induce fear
while Harris Family and friends
oblivious attired in wintry gear
which protection from cold caused difficulty to hear
necessitating cupped gloved hands
to punctuate every muffled word
to be but barely heard
akin to talking with mouth full of custard
above the quiet riotous mirth
from this then gawky child nerd
precariously maintaining balance
on his skates and glide like a bird
such attempts made
this then boy appear quite absurd
ah, if only this mind of mine
did two step quick think
but woe misfortune awaited
across the bumpy natural rink
blithely jettisoning myself hither and yon
like a rolling stone going plink
unaware while in camouflage pose
disguised as one sneaky slippery fink
that snuck up in a blink
that found me squarely face down
shattering left front tooth
immediately discovered
via tongue as private sleuth
finding me in extreme agitated state forsooth
as if on fire from red hot chili peppers
wrought from jagged booth
winning sympathy from parents
who did level best to tend distraught son
who ushered playback of events
with less disastrous rerun
praying for an angel
to grant reverse outcome brought none
gut wrenching grief
immediately terminated former fun
damage irreversible and
perfect white smile forever broke con!
Impossible isn't it! But it made you peek in!
All that glitters is not gold but gets a glance
For stunning, sparkling shine
First impression is the lasting one!
Contrasting colours, unconventional shades,
Strange pictures, three dimensional covers,
Title that seems improbable,
That ignite curiosity to buy
are some ideas that sell
Carefully crafted catchy words captures attention of readers
Enchanting cover evokes enthusiasm, eagerness and expectations
But make sure contents match up to expectations generated
Content creates character gives name and fame
Bible brought in bulk even by non Christians
Largest selling book in world, because of its contents
Without substance, presentation looses it's value
Book of substance automatically sells,
for its sale presentation holds little value
06.05.2021
Inspired by:
Contest Name - What's in a title in 14-20 lines
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
“Our World”
by Positive Mark
As we all seek a world to be contained in, our peek-out is the news. For those of you less beautiful, I gift fried chicken and the blues.
Horns with a muted bellow for every dead fellow who never made it out. Tight dresses for baby’s mommas, so those bodies leave no doubt.
Pitches peak on slammaday and slumday, then dive by Monday.
Jazz strained by too much salt. It’s food called soul. It ain’t our fault.
I’ve had no chill since Emmit Till.
Percussion is dulled by a pocket of pills. Contained in a world where we’re killed.
Gorilla pimps and ‘rillo scents, when will our world be healed?
I am always sleepy till I lie down
than sleep is nowhere to be found
Close my eyes and lay still
clear my mind and just chill
But slowly my eyes peek open again
insomnia seems to always win
Get up and walk the floor
yawn a little than some more
Turn on the TV and let the glow
nod me off with boring shows
Drink warm milk with honey
urge for bathroom visits not funny
Go outside and watch the moon
feeling sleepy resumes
In bed to try again
sleeplessness a nightly friend
Pillow big and fluffy
AC on to cool stuffy
Eyes heavy dozing into slumber
alarm goes off like a clack of thunder
At work in my cubicle chair
sound asleep without a care.
Yes, Let's Do it. Election Insanity.
....................
Yes! Let us have all felons vote!
Better yet, let's muddy the "Swamp"
Have known killers run for Congress.
Perhaps, even be our President.
Indeed, the Americans have gone looney.
Must be chugging down really cheap wine.
Or smoking tons of powerful Ganga.
Don't forget the OxyContin...Whooh!
Let's believe those who work are evil.
Pit them against those who will not.
A typical Communist famous card trick,
Played by Commie crooks.
Let's knock over every statue of those who
made America great,
And replace them with un-American ingrates.
Let's replace them with killer rappers,too
Or female singers on TV, who love to
flash their woo-hoos!
And a special garden so inspired,
Dedicated to disgusting race-batters, too?
And a special duo needs one, also
Stormy Daniels and Avenatti, a dude so
falso!
The newest one to Jussie Smolett,
all made in gold.
Hope that idea. Leaves you cold!
Why heck! We took God out of schools.
Then like refards,we complain ,they don't
know the Golden rule.
No, they don't..you removed a basic tool.
And to salute the flag? Oh, no, they won't!
Flags are to be stomped on and for the
Burning?
All this sets my stomach churning.
In recent years, our government wanted
Their spies in churches.
Yes your ministers are evil don't you know?
But into a mosque, the FBI may not go.
Christians are a dangerous breed!
Really? Yes, so say all the druggies high on
speed.
This is my brief peek as what's coming down
the pike.
I find it all dismaying and not at all right.
Panagiota Romios
4/23/2019
3:2m PST