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Heard the news all about strait of Hormuz
Israel derail flail impale Septic tanks muse
Evisceration of entire nation excuse do use
The emancipation of a pariah state the ruse
Eschews queues of pundit crews from pews
Abuse truths confuse proof of sleuths views
Clues bright clear hues who did light the fuse
Whichever side you choose everyone will lose
Fossil fuel rule the soaring price of a barrel
Notoriety of warring society as things unravel
Deploring apparel Dickensian dystopia carol
Impropriety imploring piety noone can travel
Trump myopia even after alarm of Vietnam
Cruise missiles trials denials all about harm
Disarm nuclear piles more lies from the farm
Can’t becalm not napalm just arm AI wiles
No qualm war once more hush defile isles
Crush the rush of plush paedophiles files
BAMBOO VEIL 5
Ancient tree
Weathered wisdom;
Stillness presides
~~~~~~~~~
Dawn hurls
Sparkling buzz;
Illumination
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Old man sits
Observes happenings;
Walkway detour
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Toddlers congregate
Playground frolic;
Glee greets wonder
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Hawker food
Queues winding;
Mealtime economics
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Modern day buddha
Meditative moods;
Dazzling radiance
~~~~~~~~~
Cease to desire
Empty concessions;
Seize enlightenment
~~~~~~~~~
Church sermon
Grace instructs;
Truth sets free
~~~~~~~~~
There is a law
Beyond our flaws;
Love heals
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Leon Enriquez
17 October 2016
Singapore
A drop of summer, pleasing--over there
I thought it wanted me, no want of ground
but want of me, instead a pleasant sound
of birds merging and darting thoroughfare
seemingly clueless of their doing-dare
o'er crowds busy about, looking spellbound
course to escape amiss ahead turned round
to freedom with the banners released to air.
In the opened venues queues roundabout
every which way as the buying frenzy
curtailed from end to pass the noontime lunch
crowd slowing and going but caterers doubt
that the dinner crowd will be as lengthy
till gathering increased, gave them a hunch.
A beetle and a butterfly were on the local news
The first insects in history to have a shop for shoes
One day - it was a Friday - someone came in looking sad
She said I need some help but you might tell me that I’m mad
I’ve waited just across the street until you had no queues
It’s new term blues and I must choose a hundred pairs of shoes
The beetle asked how many children are you choosing for
She said it’s just the one, I’m glad I haven’t any more
The butterfly then asked her why, so many shoes she buys
She said because he wears them all out, when he plays outside
Finally with sacks of shoes, she paid and left the store
She’d left the hundredth pair of shoes just sat there on the floor
The beetle tried to catch her up by following at speed
And all the time he’s shouting, ‘Come back, Mrs Centipede.’
Why when waiting for a bus
You contemplate as time goes by
Should I walk and make no fuss
Will I be left here high and dry
So off you go
You start to walk
All on your own
No one to talk
What’s that I hear, as sounds get near
Of buses driving fast
Then two by two as if to sneer
They do not stop
they drive right past
Why is it
when you diligently always pack a brolly
Where it stays rolled up and hiding
at the bottom of your trolley
The sun will always shine each day
from Mondays through to Sundays
But once there is no brolly
at the bottom of your trolley
The rain comes down and soaks you
right through into your undies
And last of all that dreaded queue
So which one will you choose
Well you can always guarantee
As others pass you rapidly
That when you spy the till in sight
She closes up and says Good Night
From Eastbourne down to Arkansas
Queues are the same
It’s such a bore
There is a law that tells you why
Without a brolly rain pours from the sky
And buses always come in twos
To frustrate you get you confused
Sod is the reason
He made the law
It’s known Worldwide
It is Sod’s Law……
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23Oct2018
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27th August 2020
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This just...in...
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
Highland Manor mission control...
I reed you soft and vague...,
why...lace hymn ha shoes,
bless ma hush puppies tongue,
and save my unglued soul
lettuce be hoed - heal thee
bountiful cobbler skills,
and declare today
a salad day holiday,
yea..and please ex queues
me, but how boot we
even invite a troll,
the nastiest, meanest,
and leanest, and moost a muse
zing, (plus all three Bill
Goats Gruff - no kidding)
in order to celebrate
Matthew Scott Harris,
cuz he accomplished,
an ear raking impossible goal
only unscathed
with moderate injury
limited to both Achilles heal,
whereas his little duffed feet...
suffered toe till
black deckered bruise
according to emergency
medic Doctor Scholl
oh...no...,..."crackling noise,"
the on call ambulance
just gave me more
devastating clues
he broke down in tears,
and whiz in con soul
able, no matter he scored
a victorious dues,
where matthew didst payless
than three dollars
at Liberty Thrift store
snagging snug as
a bug in a rug,
and perfect fit
ting akin to gloved hand
just like brand "new"
slightly pre worn sneakers
(big toenail graces
foremost edge),
yet the sorrowful downside
left size nine hole
in his heart, cuz final respect
paid during vespers service
and after open casket views
in somber regard to
battered, critically most
raggedy in the whole
world wide web,
those knockabout "sneaks"
tattered e'en nosed turned up,
sans Snoop doggy dog chews.
You hear about holidays that people hate
Rarely of exotic taste, finding the better fare,
Cheap enough for travel agents to promote
Such resorts which they advertise with flair.
A visa to start will set your mind at ease.
Most controls need to see your passport,
Wait a little longer in queues to get the air
But when you see the clouds from up there.
You think you are almost down there,
And can feel the landing gear quickly bite,
Into the dust with the wind rushing clear,
As keen concierge are prone to take delight
And provide the right service to a customer,
Looking for a treat to make them feel please,
Gratuitous tips will set their mind at ease.
Though experts give advice on legal matters,
The request that you must weigh points inside,
To set your mind at ease with desired answers,
You may not like files in briefcase discreetly hide
Risk disk others have confided their passions known,
The spiced taste of medicine given in health advice,
A hot desert to match the hazardous pursuit,
Of pleasures snuggled up with stress and hurt.
Of course, there are great professionals out there,
Who practice every day in quite another mode?
Rest assured the church and state is well secure,
Legislation at the door, favor is a governing code,
Making the cost of living rise, equity values more,
You will concur, and welcome another substitute,
From the top of the basic list offering you peace,
In hope of setting your mind at ease.
Life has no guarantee in giving enormous overview,
Take another look, see what you miss in the mirror,
Try to find a younger picture but if you see a shadow,
Humble and mute coming around towards you,
What you see is a reflection of a time and not another.
Set your mind at ease the taunts will not last forever.
Dilemma or demise a prayer brings you to your knees;
Other trading places will set your mind at ease.
I am a stranger in an alien land,
Always searching for eternal youth,
Controlled by an aristocracy with
Little time for honesty and truth.
The food banks are booming
Hardly a state of joy and glory
As the world prepares to celebrate
That age old Nativity Story.
A season of conspicuous Consumption,
A time of reflection and celebration
Or a time of struggles to survive for
A growing proportion of our nation.
Being black, unemployed or sick
Nowadays the modern day sin
As the homeless sleep rough and
Scavenge from the waste food bin.
The privileged will celebrate
The Holy Virgin Birth
And turn a blind eye to
The fast warming earth
The sick will die untreated in
The growing A and E queue
Only the thickness of a payslip
Stops that being me or you.
All over this rich nation
The comfortable will give thanks
And turn a seasonal blind eye
To queues at the food banks.
The Sovereign from the palace
Will give the annual address
Closely watched and monitored
By the billionaire owned free press.
The Sally Army Christmas, kitchen
Will feed some of the masses
And so another year of repression,
With false bonhomie, slowly passes.
I become more and more an alien
In this my own native born land
My world has changed completely
To one I can no longer understand.
Why when waiting for a bus
You ponder as the time goes on
Should I walk and make no fuss
Is it coming
Or has it gone
So off you go
You start to walk
All on your own
No one to talk
What’s that I hear, as they get near
The sound of buses driving fast
Then two by two they drive right past
Why is it when you diligently always pack a brolly
Where it stays rolled up and hiding at the bottom of your trolley
The sun will always shine each day from Mondays through to Sundays
But once there is no brolly at the bottom of your trolley
The heavens open soaking through your coat into your undies
And last of all that dreaded queue
So which one will you choose
Well you can always guarantee
As others pass you rapidly
That when you spy the till in sight
She closes up and says Good Night
From Eastbourne down to Arkansas
Queues are the same
It’s such a bore
There is a law that tells you why
When having no brolly rain pours from the sky
And buses always come in twos
To frustrate you
Get you confused
Sod is the reason
He made the law
It’s known Worldwide
It is Sod’s Law……
Written 26 October 2018
Contest Strand Choice 2
Sponsor Brian Strand
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