Long Positive Poems
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In simple terms
Two sides greet;
Forge a new script
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Two Chinas meet
Singapore Saturday;
November seventh
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Face to face
On neutral grounds;
Sculpt new trends
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A sanguine talk
To forge ahead;
To heal old wounds
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Positive moves
To set bold sights;
To build anew
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History comes around
In one sure act;
New ties bring smiles
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Less haze, more sun
To guide the way;
By Shangri-la's verge
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Global news
Event highlights;
New chapter starts
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Cross-Straits moves
In simple stance;
Two brothers dance
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Red-dot moment
History's brief tryst;
All looks good
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Fine Saturday here
Sparks a new quest;
Peace and progress
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Beginnings start
Step by step;
With willing parties
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Hope speaks
Empathy knows;
Peace transits here
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The Middle Kingdom
And Taiwan talk;
Brisk moments stroke
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Cheers to goodwill
To come to terms;
Make all things new
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Leon Enriquez
08 November 2015
Singapore
It is a click of inspiration
The moral standard of idea
It comes to my head I write
I push the pen - the ink blots
I see imagery with written word
You study the main plots
Deciphering reality in the mind
Picturesque beauty I find
Embedded in the aura - Right!?
My word you say its absurd
Within the IQ - I see just a few
Blots in your head too with word
What do I see? You- What do you wonder about me?
Do I have any kind of clue?
My poetics are read. Your mind is fed
I oppose the reality with positive view
For some reason it made you tone with blues
I recollect the terms if you wish
A poem is studied by brain
Then why if then did wish come true
The thoughts impaired by translation
Each plot a motivation within
If the rain then poured in your mind
The dreary dark clouds inside
Still positive thoughts made you blue
I ponder thinking I still oppose
Each poem I think instead
Should smell like a beauteous rose..
Form:
We had a new art sub yesterday.
No surprise.
We have had nineteen art subs since March.
It is the last week of school.
Mr. G the new art sub was positive.
Energetic.
Glad to be here.
Told me he would finish out the week.
That was yesterday at 9:00.
Today at 9:10 I met Ms. Berkins.
A newer new art sub.
I welcomed her, and she said, “I hope they’ll be subdued.”
This is Wednesday
The most challenging day for art class.
The day the 6th graders whistle, stamp, stomp, chant and sing.
Rocking the art room off its rocker.
I said to the other person who sometimes subs in art what she said.
We laughed like loons all the way down the hall.
I am pretty sure there will be a newer new art sub tomorrow.
Reject
If you today set your sails
The boisterous currents called “reject”
Blowing from the people’s anger and wails
Wallowing in usury and neglect
Betrayed trust and hopes facing fails
Innocent of cause but guilty of effect
Will blow you where the desire hails
To making finding reprieve the project
There’s insatiable appetite to take
But there’s a limit to the give
We baked this national cake
And of its partaking we were positive
As it cooked you pinched stake by stake
Asking for more and making believe
That in the cooking fire’s wake
It shrunk and so less we achieved
You want our money and patience
Try telling it to the pangs of the nation
You quench the last drop of our resilience
And only a pushback will you occasion
You make hard any honour or obedience
And make many transgress even religion
You rob Godliness of prominence
From whom you got your ordination
If God in heaven sets up the earth
And all that inhabit
To turn on His foes His wrath
Will you be exempt from it?
Is righteousness the name of your path?
Is God’s Word the lamp of your feet
For your countrymen just can’t math the math
And so they address you from the street
Change your way while you can
Serve them today, they’ll serve you forever
Humble pie never choked a man
They only ask you don’t stifle endeavor
You kill them, you kill your plan
And the doom threatens to be forever
When you are banished by your own clan
Signing out a man who fell out of favor
I write upon the agonizing war within
me, the war between my fear of Covid
and desire to see my mother,
who was in her death bed.
She chose to die at home, not at the hospital.
The home Corona virus invaded.
Saw her the night she was discharged, which I dreaded.
Entering the house with fear was brutal.
With shaking knees, stood by her bed.
Caressed her hair, touched her
face and arms and held her hand and in turn she did
hold mine and alone with her I stayed in.
Could not shake off my fear, qualm, angst while I was in
there for all, except one became covid
positive, including mother.
Minutes later, I said
"I love you" and left, although I had personal
protective equipment, home I headed.
2/2/21 My Invented Form - I Write Upon Poetry
Constance La France
Used: How Many Syllables and Rhymezone
Checked Grammar: PS
From this aqueous orb flows joy, sorrow, and all recall.
Sunshine makes the lid close, and long lashes fall
Darkness makes .the small pupils grow
Sadness and laughter can make tears flow
A lie can not be hidden by the darkest eye.
Love abides in a colored hue of a true sigh.
Delight of consciousness arise
within the purple iris of a lovers surmise.
Buddha’s all seeing eye watches over all large and small
From theses aqueous orbs flows joy, sorrow, and all recall.
*Testing Concrete verse using both positive and negative space.
*Rhyme in a concrete form.
The world is changing around me, so I may as well change too
Though in a positive way, with new things to learn that I can do
Search through my mind for new words I may have to say
I can move with the motion from what has come upon us today
For staying stuck will not work, as we find ways to survive
Grieving what’s lost and holding onto gratitude being alive
Life hands us the unexpected, sometimes it feels too fast
But, I slow down to one thing at a time, leave some in the past
Then there are things that remain, returning from nature, again
The comfort and replenishment for my soul, as I reach for my pen
Heidi Sands
5/29/20
David had two wives, and I have none
Was he truly never in need and not of wants
Oh, how is this not a comical pun
Just to say that he was full of need and wants
Did YWHW give him, or did he earn?
Did he have a Shepard or a servant?
I feel that the imperfected get to have their desires burn?
It seems like he had a servant
What is life but a quest for a wife
All I see is a constant green pasture of broken promises
What is a wife but a quest for a positive life
Imperfection is awarded while perfection is with broken promises
The shadow of death weaps for me as it sees the world through my eyes
Oh how they cry when the time flies!
OH LITTLE CHILDREN...
Children are delightful...
They are happy...
They have no worries about tomorrow.
They take each day as it is, with a grateful heart.
They never grumble for the little they have.
Always happy with whatever they have.
They have Faith...
They laugh...
They are grateful...
They are thankful...
They are joyful...
And so they are bountiful.
God desires you to be like these little ones.
For except you become like them,
You can't see God, nor can you receive
Bountifully from Him.
Worry less...
Smile often...
Laugh every now and then...
Be thankful...
Be grateful...
Then when the enemy think you have no choice...
Abba Father will arise and attend to your situation.
Stay positive...
My child came home from kindergarten and said
“My teacher Mrs. Ballywack is so NICE!”
I was amazed; I had not heard anything good about the woman.
“She said, Tracy Krutsinger, if you think you are so smart,
You can come up here and teach the class!”
I love it that sarcasm did not hurt her.
She is too upbeat and positive to recognize it.
She has been a joy to us her entire life.
Now she brings us her children, who are also joys for us.
They have dogs, cats, and gerbils.
They are open minded, and love everyone.
And none of them would recognize sarcasm.
How marvelous is that? They have such a great mom!