Long Picky Poems
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11/13/20
"Halo"
Always try to give me the run around
Like I'm such a clown
That should be stuck and drown
Then stay under the ground
I've just about
Had it up to here
My oh my
A lot of the time, I'm not in this atmosphere
Damn, it must've been the dabs
Or the flower mixed with hash
Perhaps, it was the alcohol in my glass
When I pass, will I get a halo?
It wasn't always sunshine and rainbows
At times, had to wear the same clothes
And handle it, whenever I felt the pain grow
I maintained, as I aged, some things changed though
Often they'll try to say so
And that, that's how the game goes
I like to lay low
And stay away from fake folks
Out in the country, a ways from Arroyo Seco
One of many things this life has displayed and shown
I know it's wise, to stay on your toes
It could be a landslide or way too close
Make it known
Use your brain or don't
Some complain and groan
Others main aim is to own
A great big home
If you work hard and save, it will show
Regardless of if you came close
Expect the same results, if you always use the same approach
I'm not picky, don't always need my eggs poached
I'd like to make a toast
Near the bay and coast
May we make the most
Of this life, and stay engrossed
Instead of just chasing ghosts
Spectacle
I was not going to go to the party…at all.
I had no plan for the night.
I was okay with that.
My friends would not let me alone.
They made me dress, and come with them.
I hated that, but it was nice I guess.
I am not thick, just tired…
and no longer feel the need to karaoke,
or in my case…holler at strangers.
The bar was dark and the people smelled…funny.
I tried not to breath too deep.
Not that I am picky, it is a reaction to small places.
Nothing can be done at this point.
The table was tall, and there were no seats?
Why were there no seats?
I guess we came to dance, so setting was not necessary.
My dear friends, thought to remember plugs for their ears,
extras for the audience that I might at least hum this evening.
Yet, I ask, “did you bring blinders?”
As now… I will dance. (one glass of wine)
#JWME
Joyous, generous, kindhearted, marvelous, musically talented, and handsome with self-esteem issues - placing my feet in other people's shoes to experience and feel their hues of blues
Wonderful, crazy cool, chaotically peaceful, mellowly untamed, lost, but found...God's chosen child to fulfill His word somehow...someday, prosperity, fame, and fortune will surround me...success at my finger tips, getting my man grips as I mend friendships with God's advice, corrections and tips in mind...letting time unwind, wishing that my daydreaming come true by actions and interactions
Essence of faith fibers...good and bad traits shape my inner and outer being...meeting new zealous horizons that embrace change, which is a challenging chore and oh so much more
Awesome good apple of the bunch and God's mild, wild child...a poet and lyricist that had his verses erased online or misplaced in who-knows-where
Rapt up in rue, yet a light to this world of woe...my mission is to fulfill God's Word - His tranquil truth is not sugarcoated by deceptive lies
Not afraid to speak my mind through verses and lyrics
Introvert and extrovert...shy in person at first, then I open up confidently and jabber on and on 24/7...I do listen to others' point of view, but I have a lot to say about a lot of things that has to do with writing, singing, music, etc. - anything goes as long as I go my own flow and His flow, not anyone else's flows that are in unison in rows to and fro...I make friends and foes, but I love all - fat or skinny, small or tall
Nostalgic nights and delightful days inspire me to engage in writing and singing day in and day out without a smear of doubt...no sleep placed in eyelids tonight, so I'm fighting the mighty fight
Gracious and glorious...kinda lazy, yet so busy all the time in all aspects of life - bipolar is the condition I have...and an indecisive, yet creative-logical Gemini
So picky, yet forgiving and eccentric elegantly...a handsome soul that's full of humility and modesty in all honesty...I have a young heart that is of bliss, XO and art
This is me starting to write this poem.
I'll put down my thoughts, see where they roam.
Amid my past and future dreams.
We'll see if it's all that it seems.
Adrift along life's many pathways.
It's here and now that always stays.
What can be said for gaining knowledge?
The kind not taught in any college.
We're left to figure day by day.
And pray to God we find our way.
We drink our coffee, take a pill.
Wake and sleep and wonder still.
We watch our tv's grow each year.
Expanding joy and love and fear.
Reality's reality is getting tricky.
And only some can afford to be picky.
We get in gear and keep on moving.
As if a mystery we are proving.
It's not about solving the puzzle.
But rather, coherently rhyming with guzzle or muzzle. :)
“Shiny Crown”
(Verse 1)
He wakes up every morning, sharp as can be,
Shaving that dome, twice a day you see.
No single hair dares to make a stay,
That polished bowling ball’s ready to play.
(Pre-Chorus)
Olive oil’s his secret glow,
Axe spray makes the ladies go,
“Oh, that scent — it’s something new!”
He’s got that shine, and a mirror or two.
(Chorus / Hook)
Shiny crown, no hairs around,
He’s the king of the bald battleground.
Mirror army, reflections on call,
He’s the baldest, proudest of them all!
Note: Grateful for an 2nd place finish in your Hairdresser Contest.
(Verse 2)
Towel wraps that melon tight,
Humidity spa, morning to night.
Decorative brush with no bristle flair,
Just there to tease, like it’s really there.
(Pre-Chorus)
Olive oil’s his secret glow,
Axe spray makes the ladies go,
“Oh, that scent — it’s something new!”
He’s got that shine, and a mirror or two.
(Chorus / Hook)
Shiny crown, no hairs around,
He’s the king of the bald battleground.
Mirror army, reflections on call,
He’s the baldest, proudest of them all!
(Bridge)
He’s picky, yeah, no rush to wed,
Waiting for the one who loves his head.
Not a follicle, but full of flair,
A shining light with style to spare.
(Chorus / Hook)
Shiny crown, no hairs around,
He’s the king of the bald battleground.
Mirror army, reflections on call,
He’s the baldest, proudest of them all!
(Outro)
So raise your glass, here’s to the shine,
The bald and bold, forever fine.
Note: Grateful for an 2nd place finish in your Hair Composition Contest.
I lollygag as much as I can
As I travel from meadow to prairie
Grandma packs me a lunch
Knowing she will not see me for hours
It is 1960. She is not frightened I will be found dead
Kidnappers only go after the Lindbergh baby.
I reach a fence and sit down,
open my grandpa’s secondary black lunch box.
Pull out the water and take a big swig.
It is lukewarm, but it is okay today.
I am eight; not picky, just glad to be alive.
Grasshoppers, and a ladybug call my name.
My identical twin sister is back at the house
Pleasing grandma, cooking, cleaning, baking.
Doing all the things girls not like me like to do.
I am irritated that I was not born a boy.
I am a pirate, a pilot, a race car driver.
I am so damned mad to be an eight-year-old-girl.
Boys are allowed to yell out the answers. Damn it!
Eat the sandwich a voice urges me.
I really want to, but it’s early so I just take a pinch of it.
Peanut butter and jelly. Maybe another tiny bite.
I polish it off and stare at the apple.
I was irritated when grandma made me take it.
Now I’m rethinking that.
I hop the fence and get pricked on the barbed wire.
This is irritating! Maybe I should have listened to grandpa’s advice.
Never go over the fence. But I am there now.
I follow a well-worn path to a little brook.
Take off my shoes and socks, wade around.
It is so cold and delightful. There are tiny things swimming.
I strain my eyes but have no idea what they are.
A weird cough. I look up to see the flash of a white tail deer.
Almost perfect day. More perfect if I had been a boy.
Still baronial the feudal caboodle at the home of cricket
Colonial testimonial for a posh canoodle should picket
Ben used his noodle & won’t see Crawley surely nick it
Purely those who chose bacon egg clothes got a ticket
Neighbourhood of dons not wrong uns in St Johns Wood
Confess is a public school caress where members stood
Impress hamper-ed pampered and champered so good
Largesse epicurean finesse with Eton Mess for your pud
Spiffy faction only see pithy fraction of the action perhaps
Sniffy Telegraph on laps drinking clinking sinking schnapps
Aristocrat sippers in Gucci slippers round neck cravat wraps
Squiffy slumbers sarnies with cucumbers smoked salmon baps
Maps round the ground laps for the sound hand pull taps
Recover in the bar batters flaps to cover another collapse
Diehards doing hard yards tryhards with lanyards on apps
Iffy in a jiffy encumbers fiesta to siesta and afternoon naps
Real fans do obsess about the Black cap chaps prowess
Claps & reciprocal back slaps for underdogs feisty scraps
Kiwi bowlers wrist snaps out of the traps can be express
Batters when matters fielders energy saps finding the gaps
Rare Lords success Bazball under duress feeling the stress
Mystery..artistry...history of the Test tapestry fills me with glee
MCC forever twee picky with bow of dickie for every wannabe
Oh yippee will be many a yuppy but sadly not really any Kiwi
And poorer sorts without Sky Sports can’t even see it on TV
Dear, be not worry
My heart, remains thy territory
Where freedom is yours in each category
And forever, you remain a signatory
Definitely, you're close to my heart
Though, at the moment far away from eyes
So close the page, be not bothered and act
Do not be far from writing thy cheers up high
Wherever you are, do be at your very best
Miss you and the current atmosphere
Make hay while grace is open before the sun rest
For boundless laughter to rent thy lips to cheer
You are the apple of whose eyes?
Don't tie joke around your neck
Face the sampling mask in your hand
Before you walk away tempting thy legs
If you don't understand the previous stanza
Send something light to my UBA aza
For any explanation or questions to answer
That's how it is now being a bright advancer
In choice, be not ye too picky or wise
Hang in there like a fool to see who will check
The mess around which is not pleasing to withstand
For such will be worthy to make use of eggs.
More than enough grace to enjoy life to its fullest
That blessings keep parading your destiny for fulfillment
And while time pose challenges, lay faith abreast
Inviting His followup for proper adjustment
© Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
® 2022
EYES SHUT TIGHT
Afraid to look, eyes shut tight
l am a child in the
DARK seeing shadows
in a room all alone.
I pray for a brother
or a sister,to laugh
in the dark with me.
We could play
until day break, and
then fall asleep.
Shadows bouncing off walls
lights from the passing cars causing
reflections to dance in my mirror.
The music is not sweet,
loudly it booms
scares me I cannot sleep.
No one to tell me stories
no one to chase away
the boogie man.
I hit the floor on my knees..
I pray to the lord."
"God please" I need a friend to be
here in the dark with me"
I am not picky a sister or
a brother will do,
I will be brave.
I shall shield them
from these shadows;
I will hold them and comfort them,
I will open my eyes for them..
and no longer be afraid.
I do not want to be,an
"Only Child.
Sleepy mid-afternoon
Even the cat takes naps;
Brown dog with dreams unknown
Hot favourite soft buns
Crowded lunch queue waiting;
Each bagging takeaway
Curry mixed rice vendor
Extra helping of meat;
Hungry customers queue
Assorted cakes await
Gourmet cake shop delights;
Tarts, quinces, and pastries
Curry puff specialty
Old uncle bakes finesse;
Ample stocks sold out
Fruits galore by wayside
Stall with long history;
Third-generation here
Busy supermart chain
Queue after queue winding;
Cash registers attend
Local dessert menu
All sorts of sweet foods tempt;
Try the peach tidal wave!
Yam paste ginko dessert
Delicious mouthful swirled;
A heavenly delight
Turkey sandwich meal pack
Ready-to-go cookies;
American Subway
Fast food restaurants here
Make many meals easy;
We tend to eat too much
Family treat right here
At the shopping arcade;
Easy delicacies found
So much food to pleasure
The discerning palate;
See so many obese
So many eateries
Spoilt for choice picky we:
Follow fickle fancies
Gastronomic ecstasy
So much to pick and choose;
Discerning taste buds judge
Leon Enriquez
25 July 2014
Singapore