Long Pester Poems
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Surprise flings impromptu
In seeming solid too:
Fatigue can hurl a play
That heals the cosmic stay;
Today I met a man
Who shared a curious plan;
A wanderer most strange
With a fabulous range;
A stranger here perchance
To cast a foreign glance;
Sanguine and yet fancy
His demeanour easy;
Twinkling eyes spoke flavours
Beyond what words favour;
A simple smile made bright
The zesty cheer put right;
Plain few spoken words sought
To make meaning of naught;
Such cryptic telling poise
Wrought mystery by choice;
I'm sure he had a pitch
Where curious questions itch;
Not much was said or heard
Yet a sense beyond words;
I feel a certain surge
Of ideas that emerged;
Now here I sit to think
Of many things to link;
The day has ended here
And he to other spheres;
A mystic moment dwells
Upon enchanted spell;
A casual surprise forms
A preview to a storm;
How strange this melody
Where words fail harmony.
No logic can explain
The range of sad refrain;
Too soon the lonely night
Where dreams unfurl sure flight;
I pester now the tale,
No words can make the sale!
I wonder on this dream
That seems to fact odd scheme.
Leon Enriquez
11 Nov 2014
Singapore
she said the cold with out the snow
is just stupid
and i always get down
in the winter
i've seen the bad side of good
the good side of being down
and everyman seems to be his
own god damn prisoner
some days are like tomorrow
and mean nothing
i been known to lose it all
sometimes i just calm it down
but it matters not what i do now
i'm searching for a feeling
some what less than empty
something that feels like opium
after you breathe
i was once potent enough
to wanna be left alone
now saturdays pester
as if theoretically i'm gone
to tell the tale of a story untold
winter sheers my patience pale
so i light a fire, exhale
watch my conscience
pour mercury on a verse
you see the trouble with the curve
is sometimes things seem worse
than they actually are
hindsight i wanna feel like you feel
like opium just after you breathe
Let’s pester Uncle Fester
After dafter Luxon
Pushed the button
Welcomed every glutton
To the isles of mutton
Theme of the meme
Team New Zealand
It does seem
No longer a
Stronger eclectic sceptic
Spanked by the rank
Septic tank stream
Peptic Pyramid scheme
Grand slam.. glam sham scam
Desperate Dan or Tangerine tan plan
God damn..American dream
Our rancour on social media
Danker seedier leaders crimes
Hanker for every greedier
Rhymes with banker
Sleazier golden geezer visas
Accept any offers to
Fill their many coffers
Brokery.. jiggery pokery
Immunity without impunity
To the unity of community
Profanity of their vanity
Insanity of their depravity
Clarity...disparity not charity
Tramples ample wokery
Our amazing landscape
Instead becomes their escape
Coined..after all they’ve purloined
Jolly jape…no red tape
Not being rash
But it is a rash
Debunk the gunk & funk
Forsaking the avarice
Taking the pis*
Bliss abyss monk
Crass..brash..flash git
S***k a chunk of cash
From their balderdash stash
Making..a complete hash of it
Fake elite on the take
As they see fit
Billionaire boys ploys annoys
Replete yet still cheat
Have your cake and eat it
Our government just envoys
For a small fee..sweet
Deploys the swanky..w**ky
Yankee all about me
Time to flee plea
They lit the fire
Liar & denier
Dug the quagmire
Piety for impropriety
Moolah Messiah ruler
High flyer pariah
Crueler society
Who when the s**t
Does hit the fan
No fibs..his nibs gets
First dibs on cribs
Outlier masterplan zen..know
Then where to go
Can always hunker down
In a spick & span den
Their Queenstown bunker
Amen
Squarely unfairly unsung young flung across the ditch flee
Happy for me to be the snitch as the rich get off scot free
Property toffs scoff as our nation’s next generation f*ck off
Another bung at the trough child’s play while we all pay GST
Fast lanes or in chains those with the reins no capital gains
No refrain from more cranes poor poured down the drains
Got wonga join the conga to Rarontonga on private planes
Our saviour.. greedy behaviour giving trees to Scandinavia
Relax those with the max keep their stacks with tax so lax
Life givers charming rivers harming for lairy dairy farming
Have observed scary what we’ve heard's absurd have a word
Got to roam can't afford a home blame Luxon's chrome dome
Uncle Fester a Stooge for every corporate Scrooge does pester
We've all been had unless you go to the bank of Mum & Dad
Undeserved the herd as endangered as our sad flightless bird
Blurred after all that has occurred society stirred then slurred..
Mad everything pricey everything dicey plea to free every KIWI
My Best Mechanical Friend
You pester me with the slightest errors.
You bing and bong
Giving me night terrors.
I want drive along
And not listen to musical scarers.
It’s three degrees and you let me know.
You shout at me.
And then you show
On the dash a disaster ahead
And you bing and bong
While but nothing is said.
You’re a lovely car I wouldn’t swap.
I just want the bings and bongs to stop.
Let me drive in blissful peace.
And not steer while grinding my teeth.
An eighties car that’s what I need.
It doesn’t have feelings, it doesn’t bleed.
It’ll carry on until it drops.
It won’t flash and bleep if a tyre pops.
Then I drive you just one more day
The sun is shining, so beeps are okay.
David Cox 23/04/24
My Principal is forever ready to explore
New things from students who implore
And set a new goal for them to outscore
In their own life. He is ready to restore
Intellect and discipline in school therefore
Stands out and administers students’ footsore.
Cherian sir the one who is fighting war
Against anxiety and worry on door,
Which pester children and occasionally gore
Their morale and self-esteem. They spoor
Away from study which he sojourns before
They reach to larger extent and be cocksure.
Never he criticizes without any reason poor,
As he is a positive thinker. All of us roar
Which is pacified by him but for sure.
He is the man of principles and decor
Whose blessings on all of us ever pour.
There are lots of ‘normal’ people that you love to meet and greet,
then there’s the ones when they get near, you try to cross the street.
You know their endless rantings will drive you ‘round the bend,
why is it that these type of folk treat everyone as friends
Now I am one of these ***** folk who pester everyone,
but friends oh no, I know the ones who’d rather I be gone.
Why is it then that I insist, to stop you all to talk
and make full sure I’ve had my say before I let you walk.
Is it because I think I know some things that you do not
or because I really feel that you like me a lot.
Maybe my thirst for knowledge is what I have to gain
or hope that you will sympathise with all my earthly pain.
You never know, maybe I think my preaching will get through
to help you lead far better lives in everything you do.
But by your faces I can tell I haven’t got there yet,
I know what you all think or me that I’m a sad old get.
So tell me why I speak to all I meet now every day
and people scatter everywhere when I am on my way.
The answers plain, now don’t you know, it isn’t just a fad,
the reasons clear for all to see…. I’m simply‘Raving Mad!’
Ivor G Davies
Time has come for getting tough
For I have now had quite enough
Day-after-day this kid comes 'round
To pester me like some old hound
Pelting me with day-old bread
And poking posies at my head
Calling me these cutesy names
And forcing me to kiddie games
Her silly parties, cakes and tea
Are not what they're quacked up to be
Hugging spells I've barely weathered
If not for her, I'm fully-feathered
And if you please, I've had my fill
Her painting lipstick on my bill
Now she's pulled the final straw
A rare offense of barnyard law
Spraying me with bottled water
(Soon, she'll find how far it got her)
Now it's MY turn for some fun
I'll get that chicky on the run!
Perhaps she'll learn, when run amuck -
That "NO" means nothing ... to a duck.
* FIRST PLACE in the "There Is A Brighter Side" Poetry Contest, Eve Roper, Sponsor. I have selected picture number one (#1) for my poem. *
I think about you all the time
I can't get your face
out of my mind
I've memorized your gestures, expressions
Think about you constantly
Always concerned about your well-being
wondering if you're happy.
It can be any day or night
anytime, anywhere
Thoughts of you pester my reality
Helps me relish our times together
when I see you in the flesh,
hear your voice, gaze in your eyes
It feels so natural
to be by your side, in your company
sleeping, eating, talking
Anything we do has a special significance,
an elevated sense
that our times bring delight, are unique.
We belong together.
Midst gifts of life, like poison in nectar, pains flow in too,
Endlessly, as though, they pester us with unceasing woe;
Schedules suffer; Works slacken; spirit and body slow down,
Existence turns, like, eternal psycho-physic breakdown...!
Saint Paul had a wound of such sort and he prayed to the Lord,
He felt, yet, in everything, the will of God be adored;
If in human weakness, divine power could manifest,
Could there be, in mundane existence, a greater conquest...?
I happened to have, in my heart, a deep festering wound,
That developed owing my life that was wrong-rhythm-tuned;
Licentiousness, I should say, had taken its deeper root,
Stresses and strains pricked me like thorns within an unkempt boot...!
Hopelessness, aimlessness, what else one needs for a great fall?
Pain of wound started rising, like price-rise in constant toll;
This festering, I know, will have no end till my sole death,
Brooding over it might cause early leaving of my breath...!
Saints and sinners have classically vital difference,
Stigma of saints caused, indulging in divine reverence;
Sinners have wounds festering by sins unconditional,
Yet, festering wounds, is factor, truly traditional...!
20 March 2022