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The girl ‘ Miss No’ born stubborn ! Since childhood
always acted prompt on intransigence.
Decisive, contradicted , but not rude.
Obstinate and not to be influenced.
Apprehending her opposite reactions,
Parents, free to contradict their own advice
suggested just opposite instruction.
She followed their real wishes, acted nice.
So comfortable on confrontation ,
Each time showed aggression, as observed,
never went on easy interaction .
Getting maturity , she fell in love.
About her love, fiance had no doubt,
but he understood well her ideology.
If he expressed his love, he would be out,
so applied reverse psychology.
Not right to go for direct proposal.
Better to choose opposite direction.
Otherwise he would get straight refusal.
Girl went to meet him on invitation.
Being bold the guy told’ I am leaving town.
Further, our relation, not to carry . I’m sorry.'
Instantly she gave stern look, making frown
and said' I won't allow : This is the time ! We will marry. '
Love speaks
Feel heart peak
As joy tweaks
Truth tells
Know stern spell
Touch feels well
Live feel
Know what heals
Watch peace thrill
Joy hurls
Touch warm curl
Feel wit swirl
Faith knows
Hope sculpts show
Feel deep flow
Sense touch
Frame as much
Sparks as such
Prompt feel
Join fine will
In stance still
Forge wit
As strands fit
Poise that hit
Taste dream
Touch deep streams
In light beams
Heed grace
Light your face
In this space
String rhymes
That mark time
As dance mime
Seize chance
To brave dance
In strange trance
Be still
Sip clear fill
Glimpse goodwill
Just be
Dare to see
Soul set free
Leon Enriquez
14 February 2019
Singapore
Notes nurture name
Seek sublime same
Be beyond blame
Calm choice charms cheer
Nature niche near
Fright freeze-frames fear
Meet mindful maze
Dream deeper daze
Crash cuddles craze
Weary words while
Sweet silence styles
Such succinct smiles
Move mental mist
Glimpse gracious gist
Live laughter lists
Feel flaming fire
Sad story sires
Poignant prompt pyre
Joy jump starts jest
Feisty frame fest
Zone zooming zest
Live lovely lot
Pick pretty plots
Thrill tensile thought
Brace blooming beach
Rhyme rooming reach
Taut troubles teach
Leon Enriquez
31 August 2016
Singapore
Get a life to enjoy in full,
Propel life on charm, being cool.
Dynamic active life at best.
On canvas of life, love to paste.
Always prompt, time never to waste.
Grief and joy to come turn by turn
To stay strong life long : Your concern.
Meet challenge of life at each step.
Overcome troubles not to escape.
Arrange life to get a perfect shape.
Try to explore life on new ventures.
With wobbling heart don’t sit indolent
The right moment always to capture.
To take prompt action, be competent.
Proceed in rapture, not to lament.
inhale, exhale, exhale, and repeat the wheeze
this is your universe, and this is your life
allow me to cough, and I'll allow you to wheeze
just calm down, and we'll both admit a BREATHE
as soon as you can, unwind and SIGH of relief
inhale, exhale, exhale, and repeat the wheeze
shake, sniff, and gasp for the best of reprise
i had hoped my soul would be pure, not afraid of strife
allow me to relax, and I'll allow you to wheeze
i am aware that on this planet, our time squeeze
the sight of us living in UTTER darkness scares herself
inhale, exhale, exhale, and repeat the wheeze
pain, as blood winced, had me GASP on the knees
lighted up a few at least can WHISPER to the wife
allow me to cough, and I'll allow you to wheeze
if you miss me, you will always be able to wheeze
i MURMUR you've given me a fresh life
Inhale, exhale, exhale, and repeat the wheeze
allow me to relax a bit, and I'll allow you to wheeze
Written April 29, 2021
Writing Prompt - Breathe - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Seek to know then the path of truth,
Learn how and when feel primes sure proof.
Seek substance sure in body form,
Live essence pure as soul frames norm.
Seek the high road, narrow and steep,
Love bears all loads and leads you deep.
Seek feel that shows you how to live,
Learn that sure flow that ever gives.
Seek the message that spirit sires,
Learn the passage where joy inspires.
Seek to know this: we know not much,
Learn that calm bliss thought cannot touch.
Seek to love more than reason can,
Learn to seek shores where kindness spans.
Seek moments fond in touch and feel,
Learn how love spawns joy that now heals.
Seek the true light that dispels night,
Learn of insight that moves fond flight.
Seek then the true with ample zest,
Learn to sync cues that prompt wise quest.
Seek to embrace the cast and play,
Learn that sure grace shows you the way.
Leon Enriquez
29 June 2015
Singapore
Rubbing boys shoulders with sunburn oil. The sun smiles at the pain, the brush of fingers against raw flesh. But like a war wound, those boys be proud. Offer them a salve and they scoff, don’t need that stuff. Head back to the beach. Nudge them with a board and a wave, and they take off, up to their knees, casting themselves into the sea. Cheeks and hairlines have enemies, but the boys will wait for the tan that turns them brown, puffed up, back to tell the tales to jealous schoolmates.
They won’t speak of palm trees, nor the hot sand; perhaps they will not even remember what to say, until a prompt. Perhaps they won’t shut up about the knock down, drag out fights with the ebb and flow of riptides.
They might not remember the food that filled their empty bellies, but they enjoyed each bite of burgers at Ford’s Garage in the oldest city in America. I heard from an eyewitness that it has ghosts, the city, not this particular haunt.
Packed like fish, we headed to Florida, having to use one of the back seats for the overflow of things. My oldest grandson had to endure his seat, likened to a ball turret gunner. But this pubescent heartbreaker, though cramped, loved the isolation.
Speed traps, speedy biker, ear-splitting emergency vehicles, pelicans;
and a swift breeze upon a chilly-sunburn covered up with a soft blanket and cozied up to grandma (of course this is the nine year old).
Trip back as the GPS constantly pushed us farther from home, not in miles but in minutes and hours. But the miles moved quicker than a remembered icestorm where I couldn’t get home (only 10 minutes away), so like all long travel, the kids got their first taste, and survived.
So much to say, but signing off…
She is a wise woman who has the ability to read the stars with affinity
when she gazes into your eyes like a crystal ball she knows your future
There are many men who consider her "the woman of their dreams"
but she will never enter another's life, for she has only one vocation
She is a Princess no doubt not by title but by the way she carries herself
I'm longing to meet someone just like her someday, but I am afraid
that she will look right through me and tell me all my weaknesses.
Then again a woman like that with rare ability is surely serendipity smart
she can easily point out my strength and send me soaring like a true King
this wise woman is beneficial to many a heart, but she suffers no fools.
Contest Name:
MAX 12 LINES - poem-inspired prompt
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Aug. 23, 2020
We cured death on a Tuesday,
launched the trial on a Thursday,
by Friday, 14% of the test group
was gnawing on the janitorial staff.
Still, the press was kind.
“Remarkable resilience,” they wrote,
as Unit 42A chewed through its restraints,
and tried to bite a cameraman.
We called them SoulSavers™,
engineered for eternal youth,
a proprietary blend of nanites, CRISPR,
and just a dash of hubris.
ReVive™ hit the market with glowing ads:
"Because Forever is a Family Value."
But the legal fine print… oh, the fine print:
May cause mild memory loss, spontaneous moaning, and cannibalistic cravings.
They rose in boardrooms first,
CEOs with perfect teeth
tearing into interns
like gourmet hors d'oeuvres.
By Q3, the infection was global,
but stocks soared--
because someone monetized the mayhem,
packaged brains in biodegradable boxes.
The living now hide in Costco bunkers,
bartering soup for silence,
while ReVive™’s jingle
plays softly from every abandoned screen:
“You can’t spell ‘afterlife’ without 'life'--
Sign here, and live again!”
So yes, we cured death.
We also cured peace.
And now we walk among the ruins,
clawing for comfort,
with half a heart and half a face,
still under warranty.
Author's Note:
This poem is what happens when you read Tom Woody’s contest prompt and accidentally engage the undead half of your brain. It’s a free verse romp through biotech gone wrong, corporate chaos, and a sprinkle of satire. No contest entry--just undead fun.
He sat beside her in the park bench,
On a beautiful balmy morning,
Breezy and pleasant after a drizzle;
Birds came out of their temporary shelters,
And chirped and chattered and whistled.
A pair of butterflies in a tree nearby,
Fluttered their pink and purple wings in joy,
And danced around each other: a moment
So perfect, he assumed, to propose to her!
She sat gazing at the distant gulmohar,
He took her hand mustering courage
To face her bold and beautiful face;
Then he muttered, stuttered, and finally uttered:
"Will you be with me forever?!"
09-29-2020
'MAX 14 lines Poem-Inspired Prompt' Contest
by Line Gauthier
Second Place