Long Puff Poems
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Out in the sunshine bright and fair
Where childish feet without a care
Skipped and ran, and laughter shrieked
While chasing bubbles down the street
To rosy lips, one soapy puff, was just enough
To set them loose. And one by one, into the air
They sailed like rainbows, frail and fair
To where, I wonder where? Oh where?
Where, oh where, do bubbles go…?
Where, oh where, does childhood go?
When simple things, could make us laugh
Could take one day, and make it last?
Oh, take me there, to magic land
Where scattered rainbows rise and spin
Where bubbles dance on battered winds
Before they burst, and childhood ends
Plant the child in me again...
Now those eves, when work is laid away,
And restless thoughts, and worries prey
When up the west, my woes unfold
I chase a bubble fantasy....
as if it were my pot of gold
TOMORROW
November 2013
I used up my future in the past.
Now I have no home here.
I am only using this bridge,
this twilight to stay afloat.
Too much, too fast.
Living life
to the fullest-
Life to the brim.
A life too exciting -
too curious.
Too zealous
Right now,
meant I wanted
It yesterday-
Yesterday couldn't
wait another day.
too crazy-
too impatient
Legacy of my blood-
even.
Nine months was too long.
Too angry-too brave,
To strong-tied down
No way no how.
Never waited for things
to come my way
gotta have what I need, now.
Missed a heap of
blessings by
leaving too soon-
Puff I am gone-.
If you see me now -
you won't see me later.
I used up my future in the past.
Now I have no home here
I have no now at last.
Took all my turns to fast.
I am only using this bridge,
This twilight
to stay afloat.
I used up my future too fast
My Boat came in and docked
landed -and left me stranded
in the past.
Been there done that.
knew that--forgot that
Al that-
Nothing left for me to do or say
Can’t duck my fate
Too late to play it straight
took the bend in the road
Arrived early at the end
of my earthly soul.
Too impetuous.
I've been told.
There's nothing
else new-
under the sun
For me to do.
Much too impetuous
I've been told
lived above my means.
I Was
Before my own time,
now old.
Much too bold-
My Future has
been bought and sold.
I can't even
wait for death...
cool and deadly
on his breath-
Sleepless nights
enough regrets.
I will begin again
to replay my
hedonistic sins.
As I
Fast Forward
to the here and now
So tired from
my reckless past.
Finally, Inertia has
Closed my eyes
and so, for me
there's rest at last...
For three little pigs,
there was no wolf,
no house of twigs,
no huff, huff, puff.
Just three little pigs,
all far too daft,
all far too thick,
and far too fat.
These three little pigs,
all from the woods,
set sail to where,
a statue stood.
These proud little pigs,
set up their shop,
in New York’s square,
beside the dock.
These bright little pigs,
in old new York,
did find themselves,
'most wanted' pork.
These scared little pigs,
did not realise,
the US fondness,
of pork pie.
These lost little pigs,
frantic to hide,
from Christmas ham,
and bacon fries.
These poor little pigs,
now far too late,
all far too slow,
to escape their fate.
These warm little pigs,
beside the fire.
Happy ending no?
There situ dire.
These sweet little pigs,
now roasted ham,
caked in sauce,
like minty lamb.
For three little pigs,
it was the end,
no golden gates,
nor eulogy penned.
02/12/2021
Sleepy mid-afternoon
Even the cat takes naps;
Brown dog with dreams unknown
Hot favourite soft buns
Crowded lunch queue waiting;
Each bagging takeaway
Curry mixed rice vendor
Extra helping of meat;
Hungry customers queue
Assorted cakes await
Gourmet cake shop delights;
Tarts, quinces, and pastries
Curry puff specialty
Old uncle bakes finesse;
Ample stocks sold out
Fruits galore by wayside
Stall with long history;
Third-generation here
Busy supermart chain
Queue after queue winding;
Cash registers attend
Local dessert menu
All sorts of sweet foods tempt;
Try the peach tidal wave!
Yam paste ginko dessert
Delicious mouthful swirled;
A heavenly delight
Turkey sandwich meal pack
Ready-to-go cookies;
American Subway
Fast food restaurants here
Make many meals easy;
We tend to eat too much
Family treat right here
At the shopping arcade;
Easy delicacies found
So much food to pleasure
The discerning palate;
See so many obese
So many eateries
Spoilt for choice picky we:
Follow fickle fancies
Gastronomic ecstasy
So much to pick and choose;
Discerning taste buds judge
Leon Enriquez
25 July 2014
Singapore
I sit still as a drop on a calm lotus leaf,
whispers of breeze grant me relief from inner grief;
Crystal-like, mercury-like, puddled, yet, cuddled,
Touching still not-touching; I stay never muddled!
Like a peacock, I took pride in my vanity,
plunged into profanity of my sanctity;
The sun seemed, then, as silly as a painted ball,
The moon was just a gas stall glittering; that's all!
I'd never revered the lake-like grace that held me,
Nor loved the creatures living there happy and free;
I seemed, to me, a Duke! Baron! No, a Great King!
My glittering seemed as though shine of Royal Ring.
What could this dragonfly to my nature do?
What could this cuckoo do than so untimely coo?
What at all these butterflies born very charming,
Could do anything else than subsistence forming?
I can, like god Auras, ever halt all noises,
I, like god Harpocrates, change noises to voices;
I can, like god Apollo, float on love poems,
I, like Zeus, God of gods, can destroy all mayhems…
It's then, when my ego, thus like serpent-hood rose,
And my heart and mind seemed as though in great pride froze;
I felt a cat or rat or bat or bug stalking me,
Hyena-laugh or howl of a wolf, mocking me...
I saw something like the sun evaporate me,
A puff of wind push me into the pond cutely,
Losing my status-quo, I mix with the gleam-glow,
and feel as though getting fully lost in the flow.
I searched my identity; couldn't find anywhere,
Optimism, yet, within me, is ensnared nowhere;
When? Where? Who finds the soul mixes with The Great Soul?
Could conceit stop me from attaining this great goal?
24 August 2021
N/A in A Brian Strand
Your Choice
23 August 2021
*This just happened ...lol
Winter’s sighs, as skies turn blue
Snow retreats with silent breakthrough
The clouds are glowing in the sunlight
Getting ready for an early sunset tonight
Winter sighs, for now snow is enough
Wind blows it off things in a puff
For the first time here, leaves fall too
Because fall was not finished through
SUDDENLY, everything turns gray
A burst of a snow squall returns this way
Winter changed mind very fast
It now looks like a blizzard blast!
This poem started as winter’s sigh
Until everything changed going by
Now the snow is swirling sheets of white
All in a twist of time, before night!
Heidi Sands
11/21/18
Ugah Fugah (A moralistic tale)
.Ugah Fugah lived in a cave,
away back at Earths dawn.
You would have really liked him.
( he never cut the lawn.)
Now eating was a hassle,
there was no local store.
You had to chase and kill.
( a lot of blood and gore.)
Unless you were a veggie.
There were lots of fruit and fishes
and there was no washing up.
( he didn"t have no dishes.)
His cave it was quite sparse,
no paper on the walls.
He had a few cave paintings.
( but that was really all.)
The view was picturesque,
a Planners dream for sure.
It really did look nice.
(like a glossy pic brochure.)
Ugah Fugah was a guy
who thought he had it made.
Surrounded by young ladies.
( their attention did not fade.)
Especially when by accident,
he started a small fire.
Just by hitting flint together.
( that"s all that was required.)
But the flames they just got higher,
and then it was no joke!
The whole place disappeared.
(up in a puff of smoke.)
There was no Fire Brigade,
it really was a Buggah,
and guess who got the blame.
(poor old Ugah Fugah.)
He really was the first,
that as this New World turned.
To find himself in trouble!
(and get his fingers burned.)
And it is true today,
a glowering look "I" catches,
when I hear Mother say.
("Don"t ever play with MATCHES!)
I`m your demon The nightmare that makes you scream No escaping me
Close your eyes and dream A puff of smoke A gust of wind Tie me off
Let me in I`m your demon Can`t hide from me Everywhere you turn
I`ll never let you free Lover`s come and go I`m here to stay The
endless struggle Can`t find my way Since the day you were born
Flowing through your veins In every direction With a thousand names
I`m your demon The monkey on your back Hear the music Snap,
Popple, and Crack I never hear no It`s always more and more From
angels of mercy To the common whore Your heart and soul are mine
The world has closed it`s eyes From the moment you said yes Was your
total absolute demise I`m your demon Till the day you die You know the
answer No reason to ask the question why
A pair of tiny orphans
in haystacks their mother made,
near an orchard by a lake,
with pine tall as an arcade.
Sheltering them,I brought milk
to the lonely kits each day,
but they wouldn't show their faces
till I hovered far away.
In time they learned to like me,
and slowly joined running games;
one brown-furred, one white bundle
Sugar and Puff... their nicknames.
Hearing my voice from the door,
the kitties would run so quick
right up my tummy to the neck;
playing cuddle- and- frolic.
One day, Puff and Sugar left
not marking sign of contacts...
the fun of souls well relished,
how my heart misses loved cats.
Stumpy the squirrel awoke one day,
and stretched in his usual squirrelly way~
then froze with sudden dread.
My tail is gone! It’s disappeared!
That fluffy plume I’ve always cheered~
it’s vanished from my bed!
He searched the oak, he searched the pine,
he checked the clothesline (twice) for signs,
he even sniffed the air.
He asked a jay, Have you seen fluff~
a swishy, swooshy, poofy puff
that used to be right there?
The jay squawked back, I saw a breeze
run off with something soft as fleece~
it headed toward the creek!
Stumpy dashed so fast his paws were sparks,
he scoured every woodland park
till chipmunks came to speak:
Your tail’s right here, you silly nut~
it’s on your backside, firmly stuck!
Stumpy blushed a rosy hue.
He spun around—Well, mercy me!
My tail’s been right where tails should be
looks like my brain took leave of me—adieu!