Long Punctuate Poems
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This garden city
Concrete skyscrapers loom;
Greenery punctuate
Tree-lined avenues
Bourgainvillea clusters;
Traffic jam companions
Waltzing slowly
Overhead bridge;
Ant-people below
Old neighbourhood
Heartland community;
Ageing populace
Feeble old lady
Speeds on wheels;
Electric commotion
Playground
For small kids and big;
Noisy charades
Fitness park
For young and old;
Fighting spirit
City side walk cafe
Crowded after hours;
Beery happy hours
Noticeable absence
Dry spell ending;
Sudden torrential rain
Umbrellas raised,
Parasols hoisted;
Too late this drenching
Side walk cobbler
New lease for old shoes;
Assorted wears
Hyper art queue
Long-winded delay;
Fussy customer
Bank ATM await
Ready to dispense;
Urgent pocket money
Office podium
By shopping mall;
Buzz of human traffic
Downtown hype
Temptations galore;
Mostly unnecessary
Leon Enriquez
23 Apr 2014
Singapore
Morning rain comes
As wetness sums
Blurry mists steer
Sleepy cold cheer
Rise to wet dawn
A windy morn
Wet drops of rain
Tears not in vain
I feel cold chill
Test wobbly will
Wake up to see
A world blurry
On the front ledge
Sparrow sings stage
New day gets set
Sober and wet
Pulse of raindrops
Stream without stop
Morning chit chat
Share a sure catch
Smiles punctuate form
Our morning norm
Tablets to boost
Thoughts in a noose
What's with the world?
Swirls in crisp twirls
Steps move easy
Sync with breezy
Grey hairs tell much
Years past bear touch
Linger a while
Watch hurry style
Too soon, too late
Leave open gate
Nice feels easy
Breezy sets free
Leon Enriquez
08 June 2015
Singapore
TREATS #1
Midnight stroll
Street lamps blurry;
Night air chills
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Sleepy lovers
Sweet dreams ply;
Snores punctuate
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Late wee hours
Misty moon light;
Distant voices
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Muddy pond
Lotus flowers chat;
Sunlit extravagance
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Writer at work
Do not disturb;
Amazing grace
~~~~~~~~~
Line after line
Cryptic haiku pulse;
Verse artifacts
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Mood swings
Pregnant moments;
Tidal wave
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Musical whimsy
Interlude strays;
Scattered conversations
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Leon Enriquez
02 August 2015
Singapore
A period here. a question mark there?
A handful of commas,,,tossed in the air
To fall all willy-nilly but he doesn't care.
Then he closes his eyes so he never sees,
And does it again with apostrophe's.
Next colons: and semis; are put through their paces,
And are frequently found in the oddest of places.
Quotations are more than just dressing or stuffing,
Yet often appear when "nobody said nuffing".
It makes reading a chore just to try to adhere
To a writer's directions of what to do where,
But you barrel on through 'til you get to the end,
Give your eyes time to uncross,
And then try it again.
Some poets abjure punctuation, for sure,
And though not a big fan,
I'm a reasonable man.
e e cummings, for example,
Responds to the call
By using little or no punctuation at all.
Author's note: To quote the author Cormac McCarthy: "If you write properly you shouldn't have to punctuate." Poets such as e e cummings, et al, apparently took him up on that. Please understand, dear reader, that this piece is punctuated incorrectly to make a point. And I blush to admit that I, myself, am overly fond of "quotation marks" and…ellipses.
Rhyming Poetry
By Franklin Price
3/10/2015
Rhyming poetry to me
An exercise of mind
A practice in vocabulary
A sound alike to find
Can't forget about the flow
Must sound nice to the ear
When read aloud to a gathered crowd
Or to myself to hear
Would ruin it to punctuate
Let the words do it themselves
Bring the thoughts out of my head
Brought there by rhyming elves
There are some that tell a story
Hope they rid you of some strife
And offer you some time away
From the rigors of your life
Some tell of times so long ago
Many reading them not born
My hope is that they light your day
As the rising sun in morn
Still others tout my point of view
Whatever it may be
I hope they get you thinking
Even if it's not like me
For me it's not a challenge
But the elves work very hard
Bringing poems from everywhere
I write them down to be a bard
If you enjoy my verses
Would like to offer me acclaim
The rhyming elves brought them to me
I only put them in my name
Heavy eyelids
Drooping daze;
Blur fatigue
Hot weather
Sleepy eyes punctuate;
Somnolence
Well-fed bout
Too much food;
Sleepy convulsions
Eyelids heavy
Drowsy excursions;
Dreamy ESP
Chatter in slow motion
Awareness in decline;
Afternoon nap
Rapid express
Snoring sensations;
Roomy context
One by one
Figures tumble;
Sleepy exposure
Painful waiting time
Dental appointment;
Fatal extraction!
So many things
Left unsaid;
Good conversation
Drowsy listening
After lunch break;
Learners half asleep
Crowded space
Edgy moods prowl;
Silent rage sparks
Extra dry drought
Wild fires burn;
Smoke and ashes
Take a walk
Make some small talk;
Stiff indifference
Crowded street
Lonely faces;
Anxiety engineers
Busy footsteps
Crowded mall;
Noise pollution
Brief glance
Beauty meets beast;
Bar stool permutation
By crowded footpath
Old cripple cries:
Help me, buy tissues!
Day time escapades
Sunday morning jog;
People street hog
Leon Enriquez
20 Apr 2014
Singapore
Tired of the mind stuff.
It's hard to be free
of all those words
that drag behind like a long chain,
clinking in the silence.
Each weighted step leaves evidence,
deep prints beyond the reach
of waves and tide. They stay,
fossilized in stone, stretched back
across time, hanging on
to the heel and added to
by every taken step.
Think of wading out to the line
of breakers, feeling water
burrow into the eardrum,
offering oceans and fathomless
depths where only the light
from exotic creatures punctuate
the dark with their luminescence
pulsing along tentacles or dangled
in front of ferocious mouths.
These are the guardians
of forgetfulness, custodians
of dreamless sleep in which
even words dissolve
and wait in a nowhere
to become something
or nothing at all.
With what I have to work with is all I need
Or do I? as I choose to write this with speed
Rule of thumb I have to emphasize the words I use
Do you think so? or should I just choose?
Portrait is a fascinating word it has so many meaning
Overview of this word is this I say; accent, highlight, illuminate, and stressing
Revealing more words to use is what I will do
The meaning of Portrait is what I will view
Random words that make the word Portrait now I will say
A word that means the same yet makes it more pleasant to overlay
I will now say some words or two; accentuate, feature, punctuate
These words can either be used or can be put on debate
Stars punctuate dark skies at night
our moon is such a wondrous sight
its luminescence gives a guiding light
to hunting owls as they take flight.
Gold stars twinkle much to our delight,
they provide us with a scintillating display;
our moon is such a wondrous sight
it glows until night turns into day.
I rouse from sleep, and then stifle a yawn
as sunrays herald the break of dawn
I open the drapes and espy on the lawn
a lovely roe deer and her little fawn;
they catch me watching, then are gone!
Our bedroom takes on a golden glow
as sunrays herald the break of dawn
through the window of our bungalow
I cherish every day that I wake in the morning
CHECKED WITH RHYMEZONE
Rhyme time II
Sponsored by Laura Loo
11-21-17
I cringe at the thought of writing
the worst verse in the universe.
I would have to light a match
and set fire to every ridiculous word
if someone thought it so terrible
and their criticism I had overheard.
But if all of the words were my own
I would smile and take it in stride
knowing that I had not plagiarized
the written poetry or lyrics of another.
I would never do that to a song writer
or steal the poems of a poetry brother.
I could never intentionally misspell
any word when a dictionary is handy.
Sometimes I decide to punctuate verses,
and sometimes I leave the cage door open
It depends on the mood I happen to be in...
happy with what I written, or if I'm mopin'
You ask, "To rhyme or not to rhyme..."
that's never the right question for me.
I never worry about how, why or when...
I just follow the path my hunger leads
cuz when it's feeding time, my mind is open
to plant rose clippings or wildflowers seeds.
In lighthearted Limericks I sometimes write
bawdy lines that might raise an eyebrow
but not even then would I sabotage the form
I think my hand would tremble and shake
if I made mistakes on purpose.... hmmm no
and if I had a Muse, her heart would break.
*Obviously NOT written for a contest