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Old Humpty Dumpty, the egg on the wall,
had a friend Bacon, who was ten feet tall.
Those two went together like bread goes with jam,
pen goes with paper, or glaze goes with ham!
Friends since their childhood, they’d made a blood pact.
Bacon got fried,and gave up some fat. That’s a fact!
Humpty made a wee crack in his shell. No joke!
The blood that HE used was his very own yolk!
They swore on the good book - Mother Goose Rhymes
they’d always be friends through good times and bad times.
The blood pact was greasy, but no one could sever
their bond! From then on, they’d be best friends forever.
Each day Humpy Dumpty would meet his friend Bacon.
Since both were so large, they had never been taken
by human beings to be cooked up and consumed.
But neither one guessed that their fate was doomed.
They’d thought they were sheltered by all the King’s men,
so they’d sit on the great wall again and again
in plain view of all, and they’d have a long chat
(though Humpty took care not to chew Bacon’s fat).
One day many tourists (Humpty later was told),
had not eaten breakfast, so hungry and bold,
they cut up his friend in bits small enough
to fry him for lunch. Humpty took the news rough.
He went up to the wall where he’d sat with his friend
every day of his life, knowing how things must end.
It’s no mystery now why he had a great fall.
With no Bacon, poor Humpty just ended it all!
July 5, 2018 for The Mystery of Humpty Dumpty Contest of Faraz Ajmal
I stand before the Injustice and I cannot see
Don't understand it so I just let it be
I inhale the air I can't see it but I can feel it
I don't understand it but yet I believe it so I just let it be
What is my purpose and why am I here
I don't understand it and how is it that I can feel
No answer to this so I guess I'll just let it be
I look all around me and I see
I won't focus on it I just let it be
Inflation in this nation I have no voice I have no choice
I won't focus on it so I just let it be
I am not a bully a bully I can't be
I have no way around it how can I solve it so I just let it be
I am overweight and eat everything I see
I can't help it so I let it be
Girls and women are still treated inferior
Yes I am a man in power but it seems it even weirder
How can I help the calls
So I just throw my hands up against the wall
And just let it be
Hail falls down comes from the sky
Puts quarter-sized dents on top of my car
Who am I to ask why so I just let it be
I hate Injustice yet Injustice loves me
I am captive of my society yet my society says I'm free
So in all of this I still just let it be
I was born ethnic and ethnic is what I be
Born of a race with no equality
For the color of my skin is plain and you can see
Best shade the color I'm in I can't change so I just let it be
Wars all around me hatred too what am I to do
For they hate me too
So I must do what I know to do it may sound foolish to you
As you stand there in awe and stare
I solve all of the above problems in prayer
You can also join me or still just stand there and stare
But you could to fall on your knees in prayer
But I guess if you don't want to join me
And you have my former negative thinking philosophy
And you won't change your way of thinking
Well I guess you have have to just
Let It Be
8/20/17
The Rules
They are changing,
before our eyes.
Well, not really for all.
For some, they are brand new.
For others, they are historic.
Just the same,
the woman in red,
is in "Plain Sight".
You see her everywhere.
At the store,
the bank,
the post office.
Even in the line to pick up...
your kid from school.
That is exactly what "they" want.
Watch on.
As she is a distraction to keep you;
busy and entertained.
or
Wake up.
The bell at the front door is ringing.
The alarm on the clock is too.
The timer on the microwave,
mirrors the one on the oven.
Louder slightly, but in harmony.
Your boss is yelling,
I can hear him.
But it is not about the job.
Your family is shouting,
not all...
so sad.
Look closely as you see people.
Now they wear masks.
The reasons vary,
but the visages that are left,
only the eyes.
It has been said the window,
to the heart,
to the soul,
is best understood,
by the blind,
after they have been healed,
but before they face...
tribulation.
They say boys don’t cry.
They say it like a promise.
Like strength is stitched in our skin at birth
and weakness is something
you have to unzip your chest to find.
I was eight
when I learned that sadness had a gender.
That girls get tissues,
and boys get told to “tough it out.”
That scraped knees get band-aids,
but broken hearts?
Those just get buried under
“man up”
and “you’ll be fine.”
I was twelve
when my dad said,
“Stop acting like a girl.”
Like emotions were diseases
and I’d caught one.
So I stopped.
Stopped crying.
Stopped talking.
Stopped needing anything
that made me look soft.
Because being soft
felt like being disposable.
And you wonder why boys break things
before they break down?
Why fists meet walls before feelings meet words?
We are taught to bottle it up—
but no one tells you what happens
when the pressure hits the glass ceiling of your skull.
I walk hallways with a smile that’s a lie.
Teachers don’t ask.
Friends don’t see.
And the counselor?
Too busy with the loud kids,
the girls who cry pretty in bathrooms.
My silence doesn’t make a scene.
It just echoes.
Some nights I scream
into pillows
so I don’t have to apologize
for having a voice.
But no one sees bruises
when they’re on the inside.
No one asks
if you're okay
when your mask fits perfectly.
And I want to tell you—
depression wears cologne too.
Anxiety knows how to laugh at jokes.
Panic attacks can come
after touchdowns and straight A’s.
I want to scream:
Check on your boys.
Check on the ones who always say, “I’m good.”
Check on the ones whose humor hits too hard,
too fast,
like they’re trying to dodge their own thoughts.
Because we are drowning
in plain sight.
We are falling
but our hands look like fists,
so no one thinks to catch us.
We are breaking
in ways that look like silence.
And silence
doesn’t make noise
until it’s too late.
Unadorned
Let me leave this temporal sky
Unadorned, unmourned, unwept;
Let no tears drip from cherished eyes,
Let no heart grieve for the bereaved;
Let no grief assail any face,
But the lovely chants of the Lord
Resound in every ear apace,
And His name be on every lip;
Let me part from this worldly place
Unadorned, in simple attires,
Decked with some flowers on the face,
Like the commonest of mortals;
Let me depart from this dull sphere
With delightful smiles on the face
With composure and with no fear
And name of the Lord in the heart;
Unadorned, let my ash be spread
At sea, between the north and east,
Where the rays of the rising sun
On the horizon makes their feast;
Unadorned, let but plain rituals
Be carried out for the bereaved,
As death is the end of one`s strife
And the beginning of new life;
Unadorned, unmourned, unwept,
Let my grave lie under the sky;
Let no dear one mourn the bereaved
As I`m soaring up very high.
Beyond the temporal body
Ever lies the eternal soul,
That saints and sages do reckon
To integrate the divine whole;
Adorned or unadorned, the soul
No pandemic can just subdue
And neither tempests, nor weapons
Can destroy or alter its hue.
Screamin’ Bill Wilcox was quite a man,
Carved from a block of stone
With a face of leather, deeply tanned
And a voice you could hear in Rome.
A cow hand he was, best with a rop
Could ride both bull or stead,
Quick with a joke, quick with a laugh
Quicker still dealing with thieves.
One cold night on old Montana’s plain
The heard milled, restless, unsettled
Then ray when they heard a lone wolf’s howl,
A test to a puncher’s mettle.
Screaming Bill road out ahead hollering
His voice booming and proud
The cattle swerved in a moment’s spell
And Screamin’ Bill went down.
We found nothing much left of Bill
Just his trampled, yellow hat
We buried him with it, twas only right
Then rode, a herd to catch.
Month went by and the job rolled on,
Long hours for little pay,
And we rode out to green Idaho
A new herd to drive away.
One gray evening the clouds moved in
Lightning crashed across the land,
The cattle spooked, into a grand stampede
With thundering hooves they ran.
And I alone out in the great range
Was answering nature’s call,
Turned and saw a crush of steers
A writhing and churning wall…
Just then a men he cut across
Hollering out ‘This a-way!’
The cattle turned and charged at him,
But he whooped as if at play!
The next day found the heard amidst
A stretch of fertile grass,
Feeding quietly, quite content
No thought of the near past.
I road along to find the man
Who’d saved my life last night,
I found only a yellow hat,
Glinting in the sunlight.
The others they did cross themselves,
But on my face a smile played,
Because I knew right then, for all of time
Screamin’ Bill would ride the plains
The most important day of my whole life,
Was the day I went to Uni, bold and stark,
‘Cos it said to my parents that my mind’s state,
Was with the academics and society’s quark.
They called me as a child insane and *****,
For wanting my brother’s toys, books and pencils;
They also actually called me mentally ill,
For not wanting girly clothes which did frill.
I had my nose in the encyclopaedias and dictionaries,
And they just couldn’t figure why or understand,
And wouldn’t leave me to browse and scan:
Wouldn’t in love care and just let me have my stand.
Society was for sinners, every day they pointed out,
But I felt that it was the fundamentalist Christians,
Who were cold, uncaring, and without clout;
Ready to explode in anger at any societal person.
But they knew who I was on that day going to Uni,
On the journey to Glasgow in the Grenada car,
And so when I was subjective, contemplative and still,
My dad rudely V’d me with his fingers in a spar.
I think they thought I'd say nothing and carry on,
But I waited a few seconds and then firmly replied,
“What was that for?” and he retorted “What?”
And that glint of something in me for them died.
I gave a few murmurs, but succeeded in letting it go,
Having quietly shed a tear about my childhood and early life,
But I promised myself to tell the Hall wardens about the gesture,
Who also made me swear to tell them of any future strife.
And then in my second year, when my dad became,
The conductor of Billy Graham’s choir,
When I made the wardens aware of my pain,
They took me to the cinema and loved me plain.
It makes it so much better, other people’s concern,
Just that bit of interest that you've never had to earn;
Talking about one’s problems puts colour in your cheeks,
And life will be to you that whatever one truly seeks.
If i could take a wild guess
How we landed in this mess
It would go back to the time
We never took the chance to find
Out anything we need to know
For helping our love start to grow
We just jumped into the fi re
Hoping that this new desire
Would be enough inspiration
For keeping up this fascination
And give us the ability
Bonding more than sensually
Showing us the consequence
Of not feeling more intense
I need to make this more explicit
There’s only one way we can fi x it
By making this new guarantee
Never too act selfishly
Trying an experience
To look through eyes of innocence
Seeing love beyond the surface
Giving us a special purpose
For finding the love we both seek
And giving it a chance to peek
Into a love so true and pure
There is no way to ignore
This warm glowing adoration
That we now see radiating
As we collapse and give in
To this new found feeling
That has made us more complete
As we’re both learning to see
The shallowness we both displayed
Hurt our hearts as we betrayed
The honor and integrity
That is very plain to see
All it took was lots of learning
There is more to love than yearning
Today, there will be millions of emotions,
All convoluted and insane,
From the most basic and inane,
To the rancorous and everything that isn't plain.
But amidst all the revelry and reign,
Against all the war paint and pain,
At the end of all worlds and cleaning up the drink stains,
There is one thing that I want you to know,
I stand on this stage, and I look to my side and see the best of men at the show.
I see the man that I laughed with underneath the TV glow,
I saw the man I cried with when the going got low,
I see the hand that sat on my shoulder when I was at my worst woes,
I see the personality I always turned to when I needed help,
I see the one man who didn’t give up on me when I moved states,
I see the only person I’ve been able to rely on for 18 years.
They say friends come and go,
But brothers will be there for you no matter what.
And I’m glad to have the best brother of all.
To write truly well
Let heart and mind dwell.
Words pave the sure way
To create new say.
Play with doodle sketch
Until the right match.
When you pen feels dry
Just wait for new highs.
Get ready to write
As feelings now cite.
There are many routes
So fear not time-out.
From your barren field
New word sculptures yield.
Feelings turn better
Prodigal writer.
Learn beyond learning
Discern true knowing.
Words ooze beyond norms
With thoughts that transform.
Do not fear failure
Just use sure allure.
The moments fly fast
Just learn to outlast.
Remember thoughts plain:
Write and write again.
Words stream in verses
Like sweet molasses.
By and by you learn,
Discern well or burn.
Art is not easy
Let heart feel breezy.
By bamboo pathways
Let haikus fling play
Begin now to write
A lovely new rite.
Leon Enriquez
06 August 2014
Singapore