Long Pound Poems
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in a juicer, juice
1/4 c of rhubarb
1/12 cups of strawberries
1/4 c of ripe red apple
1 cup of raspberries
1 inch of ginger root
1/4 c balsamic vinegar
simmer to allow mixture
to thicken, add one cup
of granulated sugar
and allow to cool.
one homemade pound cake
cut into about thirteen
slices, roll thin using
a rollin-pin
melt one cup of butter
paint all sides of rolled
cake, place in a preheated
320 oven for about 10-15 minutes
to allow the cakes to crisp
and become cookie like..
remove from cookie sheet and allow to cool
1/2 gallon of vanilla bean ice-cream
2 scopes in a bowl
2 cookies on each side
top with berry jam mixture
add a couple blackberries
and whipped cream to top
sprinkle some roasted
sunflower seed and serve.
They got her in a pound some ten years ago
A pup German Sheppard Who was the color of cola
C.O.L.A. ~ cola
She barked at them and she wagged her tail
As if to say... get me out of this jail
her name was Lola ~ L.O.L.A. Lola
She was not the world's most smartest little pup
But she ate off a plate and she could drink from a cup
Lola...Lo lo lo lo Lola
Now I'm not dumb and I can understand
Why a dog's best friend...they say is a man
Oh Lola ~ L.O.L.A. Lola
I drank champayne in candlelight
Because they said goodbye... to Lola last night
Lola... Lo lo lo lo Lola
I must be the world's most passionate guy
Because, when Lola passed... it just made me cry
Lola ~ L.O.L.A. Lola
Dedicated: To my brother Paul's dog "Lola"
She passed away last night
Soft raindrop music lulled all to quiet
with dreams of fairies, strawberry Delight
Stars sent lovelights that winked off and then on
wind whispered “shh,” very soon will come dawn
Quickly, rain grew restless, began to pound
sent enormous waves to hide the soft ground
Two rivers merged, creating a large sea
Higher, stronger grew sea's intensity
It thrashed and spun and at last over ran
the hopes and dreams of youth's happy clan
Tiny wonders with life's days still to know
embraced by angels and lifted from flow
Dawn arose to a promise that was swept
nothing remained, but tears that were wept
Garden paradise that once sheltered green
torn, spilled over imagination's dream
Can there again be songs mingling with air
Can memories help those who lost, repair
Somewhere above, among soft, lilac clouds
are Mystic camp songs sung, offkey but loud
And, in a rainbow with a lovely face
are watercolors for those left to trace
moments of joy, each to gently unfold
Then find tomorrows you can, again, hold
Star bright is the Morning sun light.
The green the red the blues and trees.
Water sound a rainbow in the sky.
Grey clouds cover my vision but still the light.
Always the sound a thumping in my ears.
Running fast the thumping lasts.
My ears hear the Eagles whine as he climbs above.
other animals move under foot. Some small.
I hear their feet on grassy ground as their steps pound.
the river nearby splashes a song that my ears hear.
The sounds give me no fear but certain steps may do.
I am never afraid but only one animal scares me.
The one on two legs running with death.
I will outpace it. But lose the race.
A small rock will pierce my skin and make me fall.
A life I lived of love and grace. But now what do I face.
The darkness has no right to take me the light opens a way.
I step through and see the fields so bright so pure.
No more danger no more to fear. I am immortal now.
The one who ends my life will suffer when it is their time.
To kill a spirit as pure as mine. Will end in his fear.
Darkness will engulf him for his crime forever.
How strange it seems to see all the hopes I ever thought.
Here I am seeing those I loved and lost.
No more heart thumping no more breath just a spirit.
Now I live the life of immortal love with a pure soul.
February winds pound the siding scattering sand left by the snow plows through the gray angry air. The house seems full of small noises and little else. The cat has taken up his guard post in his rug-covered tree house and purrs in tune with the ping of the hot water pipes. Even the dust has settled.
empty chairs
surround a guestless table:
I stand cup in hand
Scanning the tidy kitchen with its Wedgewood-blue counters and rustic farm-scene border, I note, the cabinets need a good rubdown. Murphy’s Oil in hand I approach the oak with determination, and a soft pink flannel rag. The scent of lemon oil, crisp and clean, wafts past my nose. With great care, I climb a gingerbread chair to reach the highest cabinets over the stove. I balance, praying the seat cushion doesn’t slide out from under my feet. Opening the double doors, I view a stockpile of holiday décor, now unused. There below the paper Easter Eggs, I see them and a tear comes to my eye. Empty now, decades old, of all different sizes, red satin boxes, Valentine Hearts, forgotten.
disturbed dust
floats past my eyes:
the clock bongs once
First Published in haibun Today Fall 2013
11/7/22
Still there is bombing grounds
A whole lot of clowns
That talk down
I still help in saving lives some of which from a dog pound
Regardless if I ever make my mom proud
In the end it's all up to god now
Always being overlooked
Everything is what being sober took
The same said for taking a closer look
At times experienced it first hand and even wrote the book
Still f***ing up my kidney
They always they thought I was being just silly
But really
I couldn't help it and at this rate it will just kill me
It was once chilly
Couldn't just warm up from a cup of chili
At times caught up in a tizzy
Because it's tricky
Day and night in a corrupt city
I could care less whether or not you believe me
Decide for yourself if it all is that easy
From here to Waikiki
To Fiji
Beyond material like a Lamborghini
Zero pain in my left knee
I could not name a song by Kenny Chesney
Life will always test me
Why are they so quick to judge and detest me
Regardless if people go against me
I'll never let it effect me
They always want my help
When it's anything strong or heavy as well as up high on the shelf
Across the Earth
Put in endless work
Traveled continuous miles
Tribulations and trials
Difficult to smile
They've been vile
File upon file
Could be compiled
To go through it all it would take a long while
A lovely cadence fills sounds of earth
as meadows waken with songs of birds.
Music that sweetens pleasures and worth
beat of each song--notes instead of words.
The trees rustle their spritely replies,
as summer breeze leads their melodies,
so that breeze and leaves can improvise
a soft tempo that finds devotees.
Purple clouds gather, thunder is heard
its rumbles causing lightning's bold flash.
Storm beats a rhythm, all are stirred--
viola's bass mourns and cymbals crash.
Soon, raindrops pound their opening,
softening their beat to gentle song.
Drops fall on willows--we want to sing,
Earth's cadence was around all along!
February 2, 2023
for "Writing Challenge--C Words--Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Cadence theme
First Place!
Life’s Aperture
by Odin Roark
Notice the light
Or lack thereof
How the details
Falter in shadow
But imprint in light
Naiveté thinking suggests
We can control light’s fundamental purpose
To assist our awakened perception
So why…
White/reds or shoot-ups
To leapfrog over natural time
Denigrating nature’s recharge
Yet
Oh how we think we know better
Pop a pill for this
Another for that
Pound our mood with her
Deflate our mood with him
On and on the quest to escape
Once
There was simplicity of understanding
When the sun came up
We did what we needed to do to survive that day
When the sun went down
We relaxed our weary bodies
Found simple comforts
Food
Drink
Sex
Sleep
Now
That perceptive opening
Our aperture of freedom
Is being coerced
Tempting self-sabotage
Dimness informs
Alerting deprivation
Presenting discovery’s
Illumination/Darkness
Might it be…
The yin and yang of lessons
One’s open and closed eyes
Has been reduced to manufactured
Mind games
Biological influences
Supernatural brainwashing
Infiltrating our sentient power
With imprisonment
Dreaming can’t flip a switch for enlightenment
Nor find solace in darkness
For light is light
Dark is dark
Each dependent on the other
As couplet perfection
To think about that
Is to wonder what higher cosmic intelligence
Would do with our evasion
Perhaps
It’s time to ask
Not what our brain can do for us
But what we can do for our brain
Ironically for some
There’s always Florida’s Mega Money jackpot
Do you think of me when the night breeze touches your heart and the air welcomes your lungs to breathe
Do you breathe me in with every breath
That mixes chaos and serenity into your loins
Do you think of me as the moon demandingly says hello
And the cars brush off in the distance
While the crickets sing the lullaby of the night
Am i warmth and love as you see me through those gleaming shade of grey
Or is it fire and desire that creeps under your skin
Would you hold me close just to feel my heart beat into your soul
Or because it fuels your ache for more?
I wish i could feel myself through your eyes
And drown into the stagnant depth of your mind
Because these eyes are not weary, they do not speak and these hands are so very sturdy and sure
How can i ever know what you seek
What is it that you see
And can i ever penetrate this enigmatic heart
Will it ever let me pound its walls to set it free
I do not feel myself through you
And yet i feel it all inside of me
Cautious but reckless
And we both know recklessness leads into fear
You’d have it all right when it starts to slip in between your fingertips
So tell me with these eyes of grey
These lips that do not speak but devour you
These hands that hold you but for long
And for how much?
And with this heart thats always incognito
Tell me
Do i feel it all
Or do i stop the silent right before the storm.
Embrace the way with lines that flow,
X-pound fond feel as ideas fling;
Touch with verse play word streams that glow,
Rise to the thrill of voice that sings;
Align the heart with craft of voice.
Fashion the urge in sonic pitch,
Indulge fine art as word stance poise;
Note that sure surge as vibes now reach,
Etch in brisk strokes the tale you tell;
Swirl in a dash beyond word trance,
Sense fancy yoke as strain cast spell;
Emerge from clash where feelings dance.
Blossoms of light sparkle in time,
Echoes take flight in rites and chimes.
Leon Enriquez
27 January 2016
Singapore