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She loved me, she whispered in my ear
My ear was thrilled for ecstasy
Ecstasy with unconditional love.
Love became illusions and lies
Lies founded on hatred
Hatred tumbled my heaven
Heaven of virtual love
Love towards a Godot
Godot, a cybernetic Land
Land distant from me
Me deprived of her waters
Waters privation starts thirst
Thirst of man disdains
Disdains because even grass and trees dry
Dry trees circulate no sap and bear no leaves
Leaves hotness flips them down
Down to perish in an environment
Environment burning high
High is the thirst of man
Man suffering heat and thirst
Thirst, nowhere to quench
Quench it to redeem my manhood
My manhood requests particular water
Water makes man’s life
Life in inferno to become dehydrated
Dehydrated are men in such a hell.
Poem by Ndabuli Mugisho
(This is a fictional poem)
People reap what they sew for the things they do.
I've reaped what I sewed for what I did to you.
Every time I hit you, it brought you to tears.
I've paid for those beatings I gave you over the years.
When I had a stroke a few months ago, it paralyzed me for life.
I've been a horrible husband and I don't deserve to have you for a wife.
You are amazing because you've decided to stay and take care of me.
You've made your decision but most people do not agree.
I feel remorse because of what I've done before.
I don't deserve your kindness, you should walk out the door.
While I was an evil monster, you still stuck to your vows.
I'm going to do my damnedest to make it up to you somehow.
Our Paradise Advise—My Sweetest Love!
My sweetest love hearest thou reverently my advice
My advice is to leave now for our home—in paradise.
Paradise blooming with rainbows and tasty red cherries
Cherries, delicious mangoes, and bright sweet berries.
Berries with our cottage in the midst with a skylight
Skylight, gingerbread, and sunset—await us at twilight.
Twilight and misting rain for showers on our lawn
Lawn where we sing sweet songs with birds at dawn.
Dawn where firefly’s lights soothing sweet moods
Moods with ravens bringing us nice nourishing food.
Food while sparrows build our soft resting nest
Resting nest, my dear love—my darling, my sweetest.
Sweetest we will wish upon the mellow shining stars,
Stars shining above us—where we shall not be far!
Author’s Notes: The “Linking Pin Sonnet” ending lines join with the same beginning word of the next line consecutively to the end of the sonnet. It has fourteen lines as each sonnet does. The “Linking Pin Sonnet” has a rhyming scheme of AABB CCDD EEFF GG. Each quatrain stanza has four line of two rhyming couplets, and the poem ends with a rhyming couplet. The “Linking Pin Sonnet” was created by Dr. Joseph S. Spence, Sr. (Me), January 15, 2017, while studying English literature, creative writing, the African Diaspora, and poetry, at the University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee, after studying twenty different sonnet forms and styles from different poets. There are multiple examples in my most recent 9th poetry book, “Sincerely Speaking Spiritually,” published February 18, 2020, on the link to Amazon.com below! https://www.amazon.com/Joseph-S-Spence-Sr/e/B0855CYRPS?ref_=dbs_p_ebk_r00_abau_000000.
........but a story of a boy
who chose to live even
before he was born —
of a boy who chose sweet over emeralds.
for the learned they might find
one or two similar contrariness
like how he sold (... .......)
his breath for bread
or as how he chose
contemporary to tradition
or how he hates his addiction
Sadly, this isn't poetry.
this is about a boy — if you should know
whose parents — or I will say guardians
preferred now for later;
to eat than to cater
among his peers
(a mocking pair)
he plays from the bench
or in front of the trench
always makes decision after a third regret.
This is a boy
who in his infants days
like bubbles on leaves
glitters from Sun rays
but a few years later
those bubbles can
no longer be found on leaves
but on his face
as he live—d day by day to sustain his breath
— a breath he had since sold for bread.
This piece is far from being a poem
you can say your boy's Will
— if the chosen word rhymes with bill
or you can say his naming ceremony speech
If he indeed lived that long
Or maybe his eulogy
If he had friends or loved ones.
Yet his story lives on
Maybe when he grows up
If he will ever grow up
He will tell a different story
Of his days of glory.
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Bought four A4 ,two forty page ruled books
a dozen lead pencils, sharpener, whitener and a rubber
Get some words upon a page
hope any sad poems, they won't may make me blubber
Number one book is done, but not all is okay
Here comes second book, editing underway
Third book swap some words around
fix spelling, punctuation, all other errors found
Into fourth book still some whitener left shouldn't now be needed
I reckon all now looks good, I think I have succeeded
And now the time has come to upload poems onto soup
thank heavens, as there's still some minor errors, and I can utilise the edit poem link
I assume that I'm not too far removed from methods used by other poets
if you have some time i'd love some feedback, tell me what you think
Footnote: Andddd after all of that still some ddays later there are still some minor aaaaadjustments
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Tree-covered hills are a poem
lines folded upon themselves
hidden meanings like the lake
nestled in hills reflecting the sun.
Lines folded upon themselves
each have two obscure meanings
nestled in hills reflecting the sun
on a late summer day spent alone.
Each has two obscure meanings
the lines upon a page
on a late summer afternoon spent alone.
I have conversations with the blue sky.
The lines upon a page
tell a story of the land I've found.
I have conversations with the blue sky
listening to whispers of spirits around me.
To tell a story of the land I've found
my thoughts turn to those left at home.
Listening to whispers of spirits around me
I linger in reflections of the sun.
All my shattered shards,
Scattered upon the canvas of night,
Sharp corners, falling stars,
Whoever dared to touch me has left,
Leaving me in a weave of chaos and silence.
In the flow of consciousness, I dive into the ocean of dreams,
Where waves carry echoes of darkness and light,
My corners gleam like precious stones in the depths,
Each crack, a portal to another dimension,
Each wound, a trajectory of a hidden constellation.
For a long time, I believed I was an unsolvable enigma,
A labyrinth of shadows and questions,
But deep within my heart, a light began to shine,
Like a sacred flame, enshrouded in mystery,
Waiting to be discovered under the moonlight.
My understanding was that I needed an altar,
A place of sacrifice for healing,
And the person for whom I would offer sacrifice
Should be the one to triumph in taming the chaos,
Ready to bleed alongside me.
When I met that being of light,
Who bore the stars in their gaze and the wind in their soul,
They were ready to pour their blood into my wounds,
To flow their essence through every sharp corner,
While I feared that opening up to them
Would bring more storm than serenity.
But in this fusion of spirits and mysteries,
I discovered that some people come to transform you,
Like alchemists of the soul,
Turning the lead of pain into the gold of wisdom.
Only if you are willing to venture into the abyss,
And let the sparks of love guide you through the darkness,
In this mystical dance of knowledge and love,
In the flow of my consciousness, I lose and find myself.
Now, on the canvas of time and space,
We write together an infinite poem,
Each word a star, each verse a constellation,
Guiding eternal love through the shadow and light of eternity.
Ask apt applause to taste true tell,
Ply profound peep prompting pure prime;
Pique precious pause where worth words well,
Live lasting leap lines leeching lime;
Aim answers apt that thrilling taste,
Use unseen urge in inking ire;
Sense story sap work willing waste,
Each ends emerge free festive fire.
Prize play picks patch where works wander,
Live lasting lines that tell taut tale;
Effect each etch to thrill thunder,
Asking aligns subtle soft sale;
Seek sensuous spend willing words woo,
Entice each end delight dares do.
Leon Enriquez
21 June 2016
Singapore
(Note: This poem is an Acrostic Sonnet with Alliteration.)
The mystery of time when true love invite
The promise of full blooms response to the light
The way of an eagle soaring in flight
The joy of a blind man receiving his sight
The skill of a poet’s poem recite
The mystery of time when true love invite
The way that day turns into night
The romance a candle creates burning bright
The stature of a philly that reaches its height
The sword of the king placed on his knight
The mystery of time when true love invite
The victory of a warrior winning a fight.
The sound of a 357 chevy engine’s ignite
The joy of friends after time reunite
The way a students understanding enlight
The mystery of time when true love invite
2025.2.26
Dear A, today would have been your 90th birthday.
Thank you for being my friend, neighbor, and be your carergiver.
I remember all those songs,
You sang in your language.
You had such strong lungs and soprano voices.
I also remember you said,
"Where have you been all my life?"
You repeated that quite few times.
Each time, I just sang "You needed me" by Anne Murray.
Then one day, from your kitchen's window,
Behind the venetian blind
I clearly heard you sang a beautiful song.
Which I heard on the radio, when I was little.
I rang and asked you for the title.
You said "La Paloma", that was it.
On the very next visit,
I brought along my harmonica.
That day, we had so much fun
With singing and playing music.
Eventually. I played the piano,
You sang your favourite songs along my melodies.
Over the time, I was surprised and revered for
Your abilities to overcome all kind of issues.
When you helped me moving in my unit.
All you wanted was a bottle of whisky.
All my life, I hated surprises.
But you did it very nice,
On my birthday, with two digit candles,
On a small chocolate icing cake.
You surprised me with your singing.
My tears ran down on my cheeks.
I did not like surprise but I was happy.
Never before I was spoiled like what you did.
Since that day, I warned you,
Never surprised me again.
Guessed what, my friend, you never listen.
You bought me present on each special occasions.
From that day, we celebrated our birthdays every year,
In 2019, I celebrated yours in hospital.
Dear A, have I told you,
Through out my adult life,
You were the first and the only one,
Who continued giving me pleasant surprises.
I still kept those burnt digit candles.
I would proudly say to everyone,
Of all the people I know,
Whether related or pretended,
All their loves could not add up to yours.
What more precious was,
You taught me how to,
Love someone truly and unconditionally.
Today, here I knee in front of your grave,
Besides the usual offerings as always
Reading you this poem will be a surprise gift.
Thank you for loving me,
Thank you for being my truest friend.
Thank you my dear,
Thank you and may you rest in peace.
Thinking of you always.