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It only took me one cap and one stem,
For the Halloween feeling to kick right in.
I took to the night,
Like a ride in a bike.
Please do not quote me on this,
But I really had to piss.
And in my one piece clown costume—
My poor pecker was not free to pee I was doomed.
A lush, drinking like a fish,
Plus I am lazy as it gets...
So I cut myself a pee-pee hole and found mushroom's tip.
And I continued to party, fading deep into my trip.
I was so high and way passed drunk that—
I had completely forgotton about my junk—I was lit.
Somehow I left out my magic wand; my lizard;
Hanging out like honey i shrunk the kids or a tiny little sliver.
If it hadnt been for the shrooms, no way could have I remembered;
What's her name tapping me on the shoulder pointing downward at my member.
My package was on display.
Man meat, free for all to gaze.
It was limp as limp could be, as if I was part of a parade.
The cat's out of the bag now.
My poor kitty was so sad, wow!
And to this very day it is blister,
Hearing, Hey buddy! How's little mister?
And this is how my story goes.
My life really sucks but it never blows.
I even changed my name; moved all around.
But the joke of Halloween never fails,
It follows me and we are bound.
No escape can be round from every farm to every town.
I tried every last trick in the book and
Finally, I have found,
An enhanced new look.
And now they tell tall tails
Of how it hooks along the ground.
Although I still eat shooms every year on Halloween,
I take time too think about my costume, just in case have to pee.
The End...
7-16-16
Poem submitted for My Most Embarrassing Moment Contest
Children’s Christmas Flight
Gold bells sounded through the snow
Calm in memory above the Christmas glow
Girls and boys lined up just after lunch
Out in the school yard to meet Santa Claus
He landed in a supersonic crunch
Softly on the deepening snow
In a stealth space ship with toys and candy
Permission slips from each child’s parents
Were collected by the tiny elves
Before they entered the ship
To fly around the world
This was no ordinary trip
Santa wanted to take them all to Mars
And out among the stars
But he remembered what time it was
The clock struck Christmas right on the dot
Being jolly, quick, and good old St. Nick
Santa laughed with a Ho Ho Ho in red and white
Told the children, “This is Christmas night.”
Visiting stars and Mars will have to wait
Santa will be working hard and late tonight
He touched his bright red cheek to speak
“Who wants to go to Disney World with me?!”
There were twenty children there
Santa counted twenty hands plus plus
Some children raised two hands, to get the voting right
You can never vote too much
Santa retired the reindeer but only for one year
They have families too, living in Alaska and Timbuktu
Their vacation time was long over due
The new sled is this super stealth flying ship
It moves faster than a lightning bolt
We’ll all have lots of fun and then return you home
Before you even know it
Santa will have to return to work
No time for playing on planets or moons
So you better go to sleep real soon
Santa’s coming with toys for you!
Created on 11/23/14 for - Children's Christmas or Holiday Tale – Poetry Contest
E equals MC squared
And C squared equals
Cx squared plus
Cy squared plus
Cz squared.
Two different observers
Observe different times
Same event.
Therefore three points create a plane
A time plane.
And the virtual particles
That evaporate black holes
Are functionally time travelled particles
That fell in after
So there is no time
Line.
There's multiple lines.
And sometimes they depart our plane.
So when particles pass through our time plane
They pull on everything around us
Slowing expansion
And disappearing to the next time plane.
And if you understand
Still this idea of three dimensional time
Use the talent I don't have
To explain this to the world.
Broken radio waves visions of screams deep within the gardens of my mind
Peace created by summoning my own best friend into my heart
Jeff is not a killer
Jonathan was always Joshua
Inside the caged cell the heart grew into roses that bloomed into emeralds
Topaz eyes and sparks of mirrors igniting the flocks of sparrows
Friendly fish or gentle serpents we sing with the wolves and dance with eagles
Your fire in the ocean became a new universal call sign
Under the sky we plotted to dig in the ground
Juniper and tumeric with raisins and mint and garlic plus some lemon rind
You look to the dawn to experience the rising sun
Heavy doom avowed to question merging spring time with winter celebrations
who raided the moon? who opened the scrolls?
Time in the cave of wonders brought out my faithful return to self
Giant elephants and horses on fire explored rivers of electric rain and bloody snowfall
Twisted hunters sought to overthrow the heights and discovered their sights restored
Gold and silver sunshine minted coins of copper and iron sold off wooden caskets to bakery greetings
I Yearned to meet the regent and discovered he borrowed my tavern to fix my quest
Red robes turned black dissolved the mountains with silent friction
it is all in the hips so I swung my clubs and drove the ball into the basket
Melanie, where is she ???
September 2nd, 2016
Melanie, found herself !!!
Twenty plus years !!!, in a fog.
Many drugs, drug induced stupors
made up most hours of her life !!!
The loss of an appendage
became a door opening,
letting in the long lost light.
My belief is in these words she writes,
“ new life, new hair, back to being me! ”
This, this parent cannot wait to see.
Will she stand tall and strong ???, be free
of all in her life that brought her to be
a drug addict, making wrong choices !!!
Wrong males to become involved with.
Listening to theirs and the drugs voices.
I cannot wait for these voices to dim !!!
To become inaudible whispers upon the wind,
a wind that will carry these destructive voices,
males, drugs, inner, out into a silent universe.
B. J. “ A ” 2
January 16th 2017
Jealous Jillian meets zealous Philip at Arby’s.
With ONE green eye she spies his double-order curly fries,
No FUN when his French dip starts to drip on her Barbies.
She cleans them off and leans close in to his plate
SNEAKING a meager handful while eager Phil tries
to confess for the FREAKING mess he’s made of their date.
She orders Smokehouse Brisket; he GETS a gravy/biscuit.
PLUS as a “to go” surprise, IT’S two apple pies.
THUS Phil walks Jill home. A goodnight kiss? will he risk it?
What is more beautiful than a tree,
That a magnolia in his garden,
That a camelia with red flowers,
That an olive tree talking about peace,
What is more beautiful than a tree,
Look at the flowery almond trees,
Each branch has its mystery,
Each flower offers a new dream,
What is more beautiful than a tree,
That a palm tree with gentle calm,
That a rhododendron and its vigor,
You too can lose your mind,
What is more beautiful than a tree.
Quoi de plus beau qu’un arbre,
Qu’un magnolia dans son jardin,
Qu’un camélia à fleurs rouges,
Qu’un olivier parlant de paix,
Quoi de plus beau qu’un arbre,
Regardez les amandiers fleuris,
Chaque branche a son mystère,
Chaque fleur a un nouveau destin,
Quoi de plus beau qu’un arbre,
Qu’un palmier au calme doux,
Qu’un rhododendron et sa vigueur,
Vous aussi pouvez perdre la tête,
Quoi de plus beau qu’un arbre.
I have been privileged to know a few good men
And greatly blessed to know a few great men.
And far fewer have been the bad and the ugly.
In fact, the bad and the ugly were by far so
insignificant that I have forgotten their names.
But there have been four men and one lady
In my life whom I have considered heroes.
There was my first designated hero, Bob.
There was my missionary hero named Mary.
There was another hero named Billy.
There was also my other hero, Carlos.
My last designated hero, Mack, is still alive.
Mack doesn't know that he is my hero.
There was a very good and great man who
passed away a few weeks ago at the age
Of 91. Bill is 15 years my senior, and I had
known him for 30 plus years, far longer than
Mary, Bob, Billy, and Carlos. Also, I felt closer
to Bill than all the others. Bill was far more
than a hero to me.
Bill made me feel like a champion.
He spoke on my behalf to others.
He made me feel important, valued.
Tears are falling presently as write this.
I wish I had the words to convey that
'Special Something' between Bill and me.
Let me try by relating one special moment
Shared with Bill some 10 plus years ago.
Bill and his wife along with other attendees
Were already seated when my wife and I
Walked in. The room was humming with
conversation, but as we walked in Bill's
Direction, our eyes met. Just when our
Eyes met, I heard Bill say, "There's Sitruc'.
I was captured by those two words which
Spoke volumes to my spirit about 'Value'.
The words, "There"s Sitruc", have forever
been tucked away and cemented to my
Heart and soul.
Wit moves ritual
In ample flair,
Jest frames ample
As cheer now airs.
Sunday funds spills
As party plays,
A time to feel
What Christmas says.
A fond time here
To greet and touch,
A hundred cheers
With food fare much.
Happy each face
In glimpses fond,
Love can embrace
As kinship bonds.
Each year tells fun
To come around,
Smiles leap and run
On earthly grounds.
We catchup well
With news galore,
Seize joy that tells
Of love plus more.
The party mood
Feels noisy here,
Yet poise knows good
In easy cheer.
Chit-chat goes round
As questions fit,
Watch feisty sounds
Attest fond bits.
If you must know
The way you feel,
Warmth shines a glow
In festive spills.
Mahjong fits squeeze:
North, South, East, West...
Wins like a breeze,
Feeds a fine fest.
Words cannot tell
What kinship means,
For here we dwell
On touching scenes.
So once again,
Fate flavours fest;
We purge odd pain,
Live our sure best.
We party long
Till late night hours,
Feel bonding strong
Both yours and ours.
Confucius wrote:
A feast most grand
Lasts till end vote
For kin and friends.
These are the times
That tell of each,
Such happy chimes
Within our reach.
Thank you for spice
To feel hearts dance,
A party prize:
A Christmas chance.
Your meeting here
Made this day grand,
Be of good cheer
To live fine trends.
Leon Enriquez
25 December 2017
Singapore
That's a long way from sighing freely
just one calm brushstroke
wrapped in a sea of tranquility
to suit phantom clustering to occur
soundless groans of despair
permeate deeply below
vacant plenty and lots of depth
holding tanks for trinkets
still swallowing down
to its essence, it's stifling
In the bowels of the abyss
with staggering madness.
a piercing squeak emerged
the darkened horrible torture
emotional feelings swing the gamut
ensuring the gusts of grief are at bay
the brief bouts of peace were helpful
In the hopes of lasting harmony
while maintaining a silent beat
Irresolvable and convoluted
retain your cool and stand firm
the self-aware rule of one's mind
a sharp jolt to one's daydreams
restrained my forward motion
the sleepy origins of the phrase
my heart ached for alteration
according to the distorted sobs
between the quaking anger
plus the carefree merriment
waited in fear of a phantom sighting
we are sincerely moved by to silence
an existentialist perspective
hidden and unyielding; a mystery
It aggressively drops its coat
trauma-induced coldness
the silence was jarring.
still, a swing of the pendulum
tears the mask off the difficulty
capturing the essence of times
time spent in relative stillness.
Written: April 13, 2013
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1208 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand