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the roots – i.e. genealogy of words long held me
(no pun intended) held spell bound
e'en upon fertilization of ova and sperm viz – conception,
an acute sensory means n'er got drowned
out via the bubbling, dribbling, huzzahing...
(from within and without the womb) while in utero,
especially when me then young spring chick hen ova mum,
and cock strutting cock
(doodling his due tee) oft testes handsome dad found
their coop t'would be increased by another
(at that time no means prevailed to foretell gender,
but an old wives tale hatched
since time immemorial stubbornly persisted
if the husband put right heir (ear) to the ground
accompanied with petsmart skills of a blood hound
a close approximation could be discerned,
whether the swelling abdominal mound
would yield a son or daughter,
which second guess passed thru
the umbilical cord shaped grape vine as re noun
splendor – giving participants planning a baby shower
purchasing and showcasing an infant gewgaw
costing no mo' than a best seller by Ezra Pound
or a couple rolling stones,
preferably those flat versus being round
with assessment sans prediction per sex of offspring
offered slightly greater hedge Tibet
with recent introduction of ultra sound
nonetheless genesis (unbeknownst to either parent –
trapped in that role for a life time)
this fetus took a fancy to imbibing verbalization
that transpired between when shine
warmed the cockles and muscles of this parasite – ha –
expanding his vocabulary prior tummy birth in nine
teen hundred and...(th beh so thee ya haint tell in –
go ask aunt Roadie) or...find someone name Stein
beck, and give yaw self a pat on the back faw trine
plotting a tentative addition to family tree or
(what would turn out tubby more apropos) a vine,
cuz ma late mum referred tomb me as her little monkey
who when born deeply engrossed reading about urine
thence, when the pediatric doctor snatched the book –
BOY DID I WHINE
which out shrilled any wailing police car,
or emergency hospital siren
thus...i got christened RED (for short), yet code named 120 db
which translates as the decibel threshold for pain
even afflicting the dead poet Byron.
Good Question
This is my 40 lines in 40 minutes poem.
How did I start off my morning today
It was the very same and usual way
Turned on coffee pot the did my business
Sat on toilet to be sure I would not miss.
Soon another neat poem started typing
After my mental complaining and griping
Then my coffee I clumsily started to pour
Put right amount of creamer in was sure.
Placed back in fridge after some stirring
Again petted cat after hearing it purring
Drank coffee warm cup that had been hollow
Of course were more poems closely to follow.
Typing poems up have found it hard to do
After I read each line through and through
To see if errors are persistent and consistent
Before to my efforts they became resistant.
Horrors!!! Typing my poems up must be done
Which really to me never ever has been fun
Once you did see my display of dexterity
You would have much hilarity from my disparity.
Might not ever discover any connection at all
Was just like a newborn taking its first bawl.
Which later was turned into a frequent howl
Then after that on face soon saw a scowl.
When duty does call, it always has bad timing
Right in the middle of a poem I was rhyming
Hope poem doesn't take a literary, literal dive
And will survive and become part of an archive.
To read each line of poem never need to be afraid
Promise you by many received a passing grade
Even was recently read by an individual invalid
Who continued to read it like everyone else did.
Poem is presently being presented to a panel
Who literary science want to place in an ****
In case they find another fool willing to read
Thoughts that only a moron may ever need.
And two hours to type it up. Oh, and don't
know if you like my poems or not but God
made me write this one anyway so bare up.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
They need ????? for a category to put this one
into. I am calling it a blessing because it is a
blessing it has finally left my mind intact.
Good books enrich
Your journey quest,
Learn to now niche
Your lavish best.
Start where you are
With ample hope,
Dare dream on par
To feel fond scope.
Joy comes to mind
To see the truth,
Love helps you find
As work sculpts proof.
Be patient then
With learning how,
Map your own plans
Right here and now.
Each step you take
Will help put right,
Your heart can make
Your vision bright.
Look deeper still
And learn to be,
Forge your free will
With love you see.
Join heart and mind
With soul within,
Peace in sure kind
Starts deep within.
Love is the way
Of journey quest,
Live well each day
And do your best.
Learn to discern
What's wrong or right,
Work each concern
With a stern light.
Live happy cheer
In rough and tough,
Let love draw near
Lest fear clouds stuff.
Be good to all
No matter how,
Through sweet and gall
Live love right now.
Use your good health
To cluster cheer,
Use your grand wealth
To help ease fear.
Each man must grow
To master fear,
Learning now shows
That love draws near.
Live and love well
Those near and far,
Frame show-and-tell
With grace on par.
Life as you know
Is but a play,
Each soul's brief show
Speaks prompt short say.
Your journey here
Comes by God's grace,
Live feisty cheer
As light greets space.
Be good and kind
With grand good cheer,
Your peace of mind
Transcends all fear.
Purge all malice
That envy hurls,
Fill your chalice
As love unfurls.
On this good earth
Each dawn brings zest,
Live your own mirth
As moments fest.
Live well and see
Your floral scent,
Love comes to be
Each day well-spent.
Honour greets grace
With happy strides,
Light shines to trace
Such lovely rides.
And when you die
You will leave bright,
Watch love lift high
The sighs put right.
Leon Enriquez
22 October 2018
Singapore
RAMADAN POEM :
The Month of Blessings and Happiness :
Muslims around the world cheer,
Allhamduillah,Ramdan is here!
Ramadan is a month whose beginning is Mercy,whose middle is forgiveness,And whose end is freedom from the fire(Hell).
Ramadan is an occasion when mercy descends like the rain.
Ramadan Increases your iman (Faith) and also Taqwah(Piety).
So good deeds can increases and bad ones can wane.
A time of great Blessing in which to repent
Fasting for Allah is a Great Muslim Deed,
Controlling Desires and suppressing Greed,
Fasting is one of the Gift of Allah
Whose Reward is only Given to Muslim By Allah.
Ramadan also increase Taqwah (Piety).
We Recite Holy Quran,we fast & we pray.
It is a short interval in which a devil are confined.
So we can fast forward instead of rewind.
We think of good deeds that we can do each day .
We speak nice words and we pay zakah (charity) to the poor and needy people.
We go to the Masjid for the prayer of Taraweeh,
Knowing that the Masjids of Allah are some of the best place to be,
Hidden in this month is the special Night of Power named night of Qadr.
In it the acceptance of Allah will shower.
How unfortunate is the one who lets this moment slip
For it is equivalent to a thousand months of worship
By the end of Ramdan,this whole chain will be all gone,
Its time For Eid ul zuha and lots of fun!!!
At the end we will pray that
May Allah give us the strength and patience to fast,
During the whole month of Ramadan.
Accepts all our fasts,Duas and all our Ibadah.
Give us the opportunity to Worship Allah during the Night of Qadr,
And help us to continue the good deeds during the whole remaining months.
We pray to Allah to put Right our Hearts;
Ask for forgiveness From Allah And make a new start,
Raising our Hands we ask for His “Rahmaa”
Hear us our Lord And Grant us “Jannah”.
(Poem by Aliza Kashmala Kiran)
The Kitchen Fitter
As the wire set alight I cursed his low born name
Then he hit me with a bill and I said you go to hell.
To court he did take me, to pay he was going to make me.
The first appearance was a joke, the judge in squash shorts and a coat
He wanted time to read the papers thoroughly through and through
The kitchen fitter looked smug, but I said just watch your mug
He said, you will have to pay and I told him, no, no way
I said if you do proceed you will greatly regret this deed
The fitter laughed as he told me that he could have bought and sold me
But in court I was to have the last laugh on him.
I stood there and defended my reason not to pay
The judge looked bored to him this was just another day
I said that it’s a crime and for it the fitter should do time
And a counter case I proceeded to relay
Just ask the low born fitter what bad parts he used that day
I began.
It is a criminal offence to take to court on some pretence
When you know that you don’t really have a claim
So I turned the tables on him, and the judge demanded to know
Hey you kitchen fitter, just what do you think is your game?
I proclaimed that he used faulty parts and that he knew it
And as the fire started their defence was gone because the fuses blew it
The judge decreed that I must succeed and he did proceed
To throw out the spurious claim for pay
I then related quietly that he had kept me up nightly
wondering how to put right the dubious work he did on that day.
The judge looked at me and he said oh I can guarantee
That the kitchen fitter will now be the one to pay
There will be compensation and I make a declaration
That if he comes before me in any shape or form again
Not only will he pay but he’ll come to rue the day
That he ever set foot in this court and your name tried to defame.
© 17/04 2013-04-17 Dragon, One Fitter Nil.
Contest entry: The Dragon Slayer Contest. True Story
Look to sure grace for peace of mind,
Prize time and space to seek and find.
Live from your heart as soul funds joy,
Give as you start with play and ploy.
Faith is the key as blessings show,
Hope sets you free to sync with flow.
All that you need comes here and now,
Live your bold speed as love endows.
Count each blessing that lights your way,
Know your feeling as act greets day.
Mind and heart fling with ample zest,
Heed soul that sings of lovely quest.
Speak words of cheer as conflicts come,
Let love draw near to match fond sums.
Recall good grace that anchors more,
Blessings now trace from a deep core.
Count your blessings for love's not late,
True peace healing as grace moves fate.
Glimpse beyond sight the path of light,
Love's kingdom bright puts fear to flight.
In your giving is true living,
Count your blessings in wise feeling.
Each soul must live with lavish heart,
Dare thus to give with lovely art.
Be beyond blame for love keeps score,
Love sculpts your name with lavish more.
Do all you can to share your ease,
Make love your plan to culture peace.
You are spirit in form and flesh
So share fine wit in a calm dash.
As you bless each with fragrant cheer,
Love funds your reach with more right here.
Embrace your path with beauty bright,
Live well enough the truth put right.
When troubles loom with anxious pains,
Let patience zoom in stress and strain.
Do your best then to live your fest,
Love knows just when to flavour zest.
And in the end, share goodwill bold,
Be a godsend as love upholds.
Yes, live love's fest with cheery heart,
Live buoyant zest as blessings start.
Be of good cheer for love lives here,
Live beyond fear for God sparks clear.
Leon Enriquez
17 February 2019
Singapore
Journey Journal Page
CODE SAD MODE
By Leon Enriquez
My heart knows how love hurts
Blush of wild fling casts dirt
By day sad dreary hues
By night pain comes on cue
My soul feels turmoil brief
As sadness marks high grief
My distress gropes and sways
Now I feel slow time slay
My pain seeps through my veins
I feel loss pique disdain
Upon my bed I feel
Fatigue as hurts distills
~~~~~~~~~
My tale of anguish drains
Cold blaze burns all in vain
Yet pain grounds me right here
A slave as fear endears
My days are spent most sad
My heavy heart now mad
Hides in dark empty feel
As burdens cluster spill
My night stains dreary dwell
Beyond lost charms that tell
Love is a bloated gist
Beyond the broken list
~~~~~~~~~
My quest greets a sad mode
Blush of unease stains code
The choking knot binds pain
A hangman’s rope now drains
My deluge of sadness
Chokes a certain madness
I try my best to run
Yet my pain exults pun
My touch and feel grinds rut
Unveils unease that cuts
Abide with bloody thaw
Of anxious feelings raw
~~~~~~~~~
My madness feels extreme
Pain gathers rancid cream
Slice of misadventure
As hurts bleed odd censure
My eyes sense dark night groom
Loss of light in this room
I sit with dark shadows
As odd feelings swallow
My late trip gains a grip
As melancholy rips
Dismay whips the sad tale
Stern defiance thus prevails
~~~~~~~~~
My plight decrees sad flight
Blind afterglow put right
If only I can see
The way things now can be
My way to face this strife
To simply live this life
Through a winding journey
That mellows ecstasy
My poise of story line
A pickle in life’s brine
To find the rainbow here
In tints that arouse cheer
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
27 February 2024
Singapore
Night puts to flight
Slant of the last light,
Veil of darkness slights,
Exit lot most bright
Night puts to flight
What day streams most bright,
Veil of darkness fights,
To squeeze away light.
Day hurls in due sight
To lift deep dark night,
Light speeds lavish flight,
Touch of radiance right.
Day knows a clear sight
As streams of pure light,
Cast a radiance right,
In vivid pulse bright.
Dark is the harsh night
That blots out clear sight,
Darkness veils dense flight,
Sight screams for pure light.
Dark smears the cold night
As weary chimes fight,
Night masks the odd light,
Yet all is not right.
Seek balance in sight
When night drapes new light,
Seek now to put right,
The pair in full flight.
Seek the touch of light
To glimpse day and night,
Seek such lavish flights
Watch feelings put right.
Let delight fund bright
Waves of day and night,
Joy is a clear light,
Poise moves clear insight.
Feel a touching right
Expand day and night,
Hush that darkness bright,
Know deep sensuous sight.
Embrace bold insight
That grows from dark night,
Lift the veil of sight,
Know a bright new light.
In the hush of night
Watch the stars shine bright,
In the distant light,
Charm affirms clear sight.
Attract what feels right
In the higher light,
Discern fond ways bright,
Look to better sight.
Surge of sexy sight
Spurs impulse most bright,
Look to charming flight,
Strokes to channel light.
See both dark and light
Circle day and night,
Delight greets bold flight,
Day and night glimpse bright.
Leon Enriquez
26 November 2018
Singapore
Knowledge is the key in this modern world
the truth can neither deceive nor be deceived
a fractured coil has so many errors to put right
very hard to know where to start or begin directing
powdering over them dusting every cobweb in years researching
My God as so big and so strong and so mighty
There is nothing my God cannot do
to be brutally honest from the heart existing
banks are now disguised as a country stealing wealth
I do not understand a vast majority of people these days
there is no point in beating around the bush with tender words
it feels like one has entered a different world filled with bitterness
everything revolves around hating something or someone
The silence is deafening when you use a bit of logic
anti social has used a net covering putting a blanket over facts
deeper and deeper they sink beneath human dignity
No respect for Wisdom challenging them to a debate without conflict
to learn is to be quick to listen when instructing the ignorant speaks with volume cowards
quite as a mouse then will begin to listen under troubled gnashing teeth
lost cursing is their only educated reply throwing a few blind personal words in reply of the subject
declaring war under radical terms examined without foundations
We cannot undo the past we need to fact check what lies ahead of us
St Agustine of Hippo said
People hate the Truth for the sake of whatever it is they love more than the truth
they love truth when it shines warmly on them and hate it when it rebukes them
Faith is to believe what you do not see
the reward of Faith is to see what you believe
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