Long Queue Poems
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The snowman stood where snowmen stand,
Where pure white snow now hides the land.
Children’s hands conceived his birth,
From winter’s blanket on the earth.
The children played till day was done,
With their new snowman, they had fun.
But when night fell they all went home,
And left poor snowman on his own.
The snowman thought, ‘Oh what the hell’,
I’d better use the snowman spell,
So I can sing and dance and talk,
And leave this place to take a walk.
So “Abba Dabba Dabba Doo!”,
He came to life like me or you.
He danced for joy and sung a song,
Then ran about the whole night long.
At dawn he found he’d lost his way.
But snowman law said he should stay,
Where he’d been built when morning came,
Or things could never be the same.
There was, alas, naught he could do,
Quite lost and cold and wet right through.
He knew the punishment he feared,
And right on queue his boss appeared.
The snowman god from artic realms,
Passed judgment on all misused spells.
Justice was harsh and swift as well,
The dreaded ‘mankind maker’ spell.
So our poor snowman’s now like us,
He’ll have to learn to swear and cuss.
To live a lifetime on this earth,
Not happy, joyful, snowman mirth.
So take a tip from those who know,
When standing lonely in the snow.
When lost and cold and wet right through.
Don’t wish for things you should not do.
For if your god appears on earth,
To judge your actions from your birth.
There’s nowhere else for you to go,
To keep you warm…except below!
Ivor G Davies
Swaddled in frozen silence
In a weather so dolorous and damp
The pores of her mind sweat painful memories
Which take a headlong flight
Faster than the beams of light
At times shaking their fearful manes
As unbridled steeds, they come
Raising dust behind
Making all sanity blurred.
Often, they rise from their indulgent stupor
And spill over, submerging all extant thoughts
They never care to stand in queue
Jostling each other with no manners
They bump on one another, breaking all decorum
Like an unruly mob on impatient wait
Caught in the vortex of a whirling current
Her poor body begins to lose its equilibrium
And she plunges into the bottomless depth
To be choked there in whirling gloom!
Rhythm and Train
This is my train, going to work
Stand by the door, not by the jerk
Sardines again, no seat to find
People and noise, clogging my mind
Edna has gout, crippled with pain
Barry and Sue, now live in Spain
Percy has died. Thought he looked ill
Trees rolling by, Sheep on the hill
Odour of weed, somewhere near by
Look at the clouds, dirty black sky
Child starts to cry, know how he feels
Here comes the guard, clicking her heels
Station stop one, more piling in
Old Girl near me, smelling of Gin
Stood on my toe, sorry my dear
Always like this, squashed up in here
Can’t get a job, Tories to blame
Tom got the sack, Dole queue again
Last nights’ TV, nothing but crap
Girl on a bench, kissing a chap
Station stop two, squeeze in one more
Young gothic boy, sat on the floor
Went to a gig, saw Peter Kay
See you next week, have a good day
Joey got bail, lucky I guess
Trouble with Dawn, she knows what’s best
Meeting at nine, I will be late
Man on a roof, fixing a slate
Workers depart, Station stop three
Looking around, seat becomes free
Is this bag yours, can I sit down
Ali and Roy, shopping in town
Woman across, very short skirt
Man in the isle, spills on his shirt
Wait at the points, one more delay
Meeting at nine, really, no way
This is my train, going to work
Station stop four, there goes the jerk
Falling asleep, head starts to drop,
Panic awake, just missed my STOP
Qualms, I've had too few to admit to you.
Scruples quadrupled, I've had some doubts as well.
Leaving me squeamish, uneasy, unwell.
I fear my regrets will breed and accrue.
Like palms, qualms are arrayed with spiral heads.
Their tough, frilly spiky fronds need tuning.
And rough scruples, misgivings need pruning,
As the spikes can get in your eyes and beds.
When qualms queue up like guests uninvited,
Confront and challenge them with steely gaze.
Eyeball to eyeball their gawk will erase,
Like gatecrashes they'll leave when confronted.
Qualms only succeed when you let them in.
Nip them in the bud, before they begin.
The times of forewarnings whereby recipients within close proximity of retiring may have to keep on working as a possible solution and thereby embolden the faltering and weakening future, and the eventual collaspe of the Social Security System that fundings will be depleted and thereby deny Americans their blankets of secured perpetuity.
Based upon the timings of the DC's outcry and imminent danger of the Social Security's abilities to stay above water and to maintain a stalwart opportunity without deviating needed resources to accommodate the lacking. The numbers of retirees have stabilized, meaning that less people were retiring.
The effects that the government had enforced on Social Security, changing its parameters and basic concepts and ideology of exacting quantum knowledge -- later is better.
Eureka, it worked. Social Security may not be fully secured, but numbers have proven the buffers are laxed enough to accommodate the retirees who are presently those who waited and this happens to be their retirement that they had put off till later, becomes their now for they could have been first in queue seeing the changes, and becoming the better you, the adherant crowd who off retirement for later. This product of revamping the system of "do or die", frightening outlook. Message loud and clear, that initial phrase was to get the truth matter methodlogy was the phrase, "Later is Better."
The massive campaigns put forward concerning America's Social Security System ensuring all Americans, particularly the wrokers of America, and a special message to those close to retirement: Your check will be in the mail or deposited in your Financial Institution, Well-earned, RETIREE.
A query one respondent
sent didst seem
tummy tubby sincere, possibly
channeled by cyber sea men,
via bayou A true Britt, aye esteem,
sans abba ra ca dab invoked
by the spirit Jim Beam
unwittingly unleashed theme
for this reason
one humble rhyme
stir, Me doth write,
boot promise NOT TO SCREAM
for convenient idea
to expound ream
(room) minute eight ting,
about mine previous poem
"Sleep Inducing Powers...
Computer Screen"
smote an idea,
I could never outdream,
no need to search,
cuz renown unknwn fan gave
rise to his nonmainstream
re: "By the way, Matthew,
"How do you like
your Lenovo computer?"
Perhaps understandably
concluded the whole green
kit and caboodle
tubby a stand alone lean
(and few an proud) machine
sprung from Apple royalty,
(well linkedin to
a stevedore jobber seam
ming lee on same playing
field as a queen
(comprising an A-1
actor/ actress team)
with Ali MacGraw -
his wife number deux
which thread strays
coon sitter ably,
where unsuspecting reader few
ming with for me (easily)
getting off track -
tis only hue
man and hoopfully NOT Jew
van aisle attempting to interweave
more than one
concept (delicately loo
ping sentence strands),
where warp, and
woof no...no...new
NOT for any
largesse, nor moo
hoof fish hints,
but singing Giacomo Antonio
Domenico Michele
Secondo Maria Poo
shin knee (the above
very long name, actually
authentic i.e. "NOT FAKE"
a stand alone queue
oh...whoa yes..yes...
yes please shew
tolerance, how elegiac
these metaphors too
be compared with
operatic flourishes I view
as vital breathtaking woo
wing chords nsync with Lenovo "sue
do" flatscreen (NOT A COMPUTER)
yet expanded field of you
alphanumeric characters
in no way resembles Zulu!
Queue, in my nation, is a customary circumstance,
Women, each day, stand in queues for municipal water;
Young and old, before government ration stores, stand in trance,
Youths, with diplomas, stand in queues for the imprimatur...!
Banks have long queues and the A.T.M counters have no less,
One could find, in front of Public Washrooms, the longest queues;
Sure, one could read on the faces of those in queues, big stress,
Yet, in a system where there is no system, can one choose...?
As queue has become part of our life we seldom anguish,
We have accepted and resigned to this fate, merrily;
We make friends with the one near us and, hence, never languish,
We take, hence, our physical and psychic aches airily...!
Though an imminent evil, queue teaches me endurance,
This, in turn, molds me and brings to life a vast difference...!!!
From the smallest of handbells to bells that are heavy,
bells of all types make a large bevy.
Small bells are often the tinkling kind
like decorative ones in some stores we find.
There are ring-a-ling bells and bells that jingle
like jingle bells ringing when merry folks mingle.
Sleigh bells on horses evoke for me
lovely white wonderland imagery.
Other small bells women wear round their ankles.
An alarm bell that wakens me, oh, how it rankles.
There are waist bells the belly dancers often will wear
while big bells on churches call people to prayer.
Some bells sound randomly; others on queue.
There are bike bells, school bells, and cow bells too.
Of bells that chime melodies, there's more than a few.
That's what the bells called Carillon do.
Bell bottom jeans were used back in my day
and Hell's bells is an expletive some say.
The most famous bell, what might it be?
I think it's the one that's called Liberty!
Winkin Blinkin And Nod, Sans...
Wonderful World Of Dreamland Furloughed!
Hours elapsed since I did sleep off
and feed my belly from the trough.
What...the...creaking screech re: sound
ding, (an unexpected pro noun
sub bull mashup attributed
to partial government shutdown
point middle finger at dented prez clown.)
The night of my spectacularly
exhausting seventh birth,
I dreamt about an amazing fictitious place,
and taint nope pull lace on Earth
cozily warm like a wood burning hearth
where embers snap,
crackle, and pop with mirth
best show in shutterfly REM
hmm...memory wool worth
(at least for near future) stayin alive
whiskey indeed no comparison, dip pin dive
ving into subconscious realm, and drive
ving devotees mad, 'specially when bing
a barf hull lie ("FAKE"),
thus wide awake temper
aerily perhaps til five
(more minutes), when buzz zee as bee hive
honey combed noggin will cease to jive,
and crown jewel will suddenly seize
gnome hatter, hatter how hard I strive
to stay awake
for no particular rhyme, nor reason
won during, how far
this chap can push himself to break
king point, which presently me make
foolish poem just to slake
hun heed to slather palaver
which yukon leave or take,
since essentially nary a clue
handy dan dee blues zee drew
pea senseless blather
basically (AWOL) din flue
zee brooked stream of consciousness
writing whatever zaps glue
pee bobbing sponge with grayish hue
cranking out words as they snap,
crackle and pop to this Jew
dishy us scrivener knew
dulling in an attempt
to splash unexpurgated lue
nah see gobbledygook, yes
sigh hug gree quite loo
pee, yet this long
(in the dent chord tooth) fell hoo,
he experiences silly (NOT solid) state
ready to moo
myself to supine pose new
matter, an unusual burst
of energy recharged
ordinarily inactive cerebral queue,
hence maximization left no time to rue
rationality upended in
frenetic attempt to spew
until...capacity to type another letter
sputters, a dog send to you
and all otter readers within
the webbed whirled wide human zoo!
Evening cicadas
Cacophony climax;
Night time music
~~~~~~~~~
By this playground
Noisy frolic parades;
Little feet gather
~~~~~~~~~
Haiku moment:
Brief promontory,
Dragonfly buzz
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Raining non-stop
Wet moments splash;
Umbrella parade
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Aqueous verses
Heavy pieces drowning;
Pouring rain recites
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Walkway cobblestones
Busy footfalls conspire;
Old man ponders
~~~~~~~~~
Odd faces
Cellphone conversations;
Bus-stop queue
~~~~~~~~~
Gone away
Cannes vacation;
Stopover at Nice
~~~~~~~~~
Fruit serenade
Plate ready-to-eat;
Delicious desserts
~~~~~~~~~
Dazzling confections
Sensuous delights;
Ice cream scoops
~~~~~~~~~
Dangerous curves
Sculptures of art;
Calligraphy unfurls
~~~~~~~~~
Beauty walks by
Curious eyes watch;
Attraction sizzles
~~~~~~~~~
Midnight buzz
Moon hiatus;
Darkness greets raindrops
~~~~~~~~~
House hunting
Viewing prospects;
Curious query judges
~~~~~~~~~
Glimpses here
In a new light;
Dawn brings gifts
~~~~~~~~~
By my bay window
A grand view;
City lights tell
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Cheer cascades
House warming party;
Hope wears well
~~~~~~~~~
Poignant posture
Mindful moments move;
Stretching sway slants
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Yoga trance
Body dance rituals;
Graceful ecstasy
~~~~~~~~~
If you must ask
The master said;
You do not know
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Plain words tell
Potent fragments;
Haiku presence
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Dynamic
Plain telling sculpts;
Balance firms form
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Leon Enriquez
21 September 2017
Singapore