Long Repossessed Poems
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No words today
My mind's gone away;
Come back another day
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Distress and dismay
Yes come what may;
Not much to say
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Feel the feeling
Flu unravels daze;
Word rationing maze
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Blank face
Blank mind;
Nothing new
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Repossessed plots
Words draining away;
Nothing matters
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Empty vessel here
Not much meaning;
Words cannot fill
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There are days
Times feel empty;
Verses dry up
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Abruptly sometimes
Dry season coughs;
New vintage verses
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Round and round
Blurry moments merge;
Substance evaporates
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Urgency mothers care
Nuances create;
Food for thought
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Feel that feeling
Words run away;
What poetry?
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Writing prompt?
Not much more,
Words bid hasty retreat
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Leon Enriquez
05 May 2016
Singapore
What can I tell you,
old friend,
having carried myself here
to be in your company,
to feel your quiet, the still
paused on your waters
as if you were listening out
for me. You must be
tired of waiting for a word,
a sound, something
to tell you I'm here.
As I did yesterday
and the days before,
I have come to this place,
closed, locked shut
in this terrible silence
that has escaped from
the hellish chambers of my sleep
and taken up home
in the wakened me.
I wander the hours
looking for what I've lost,
those things now repossessed
and sunk beneath
a thick impenetrable dark,
lying fathoms deep,
unreachable.
So again I have come
to be bathed in your waters
and enter the sacred spaces
gathered here.
Feel my dumb fingers desperately
holding onto your lapping reach.
Heal me, take my silence
and disperse it
on the broad back of your tides,
wash my darkness out to sea.
I have reached the peak
where life finally ends:
looking below the steep
cliff of perennial misery;
enflamed cities, Ukrainians
escaping the rod of tyranny...
civilians picking up arms
to fend off powerful Russians!
What shocks me is
the pursuit of fervent
and profound faith:
believing in fighting back,
detesting the bastard
who causes wrath;
should I go unnoticed
in the realm of peacefulness...
surrendering to eternity
with a panting breath
and leave behind
millions of grieving souls?
Can the madness
of a leader dishonor
his sterling silver flag,
denying the humanness
in himself and not stop the doleful weeping
of a people who are forced into fleeing?
He strikes and kills with the ferocity of a czar!
Putin has declared Himself god...
will the Black Sea turn red?
Does he have compassion
or empathy for anybody
who's hardly breathing?
Is it worth shedding
young Russian blood
on a foreign country?
What's the harshest punishment
for a cruel dictator if not death?
I may sound cruel for my intent:
think of the thousands of lives being spared...
if the ongoing war was suddenly halted,
and Ukraine repossessed its wealth?
Even an atheist whispers prayers
and condemns his atrocious actions;
I doubt if he will end his madness,
and Ukrainians will return to their ghost land!
—Premier Poets & Poor Poets—
They said the portal yielded unto all.
It yielded.
No herald challenged lineage or attire;
No statute, legible to mortal eyes,
Preferred one utterance before another.
Thus I believed that language, like the sun,
Acknowledged neither pedigree nor purse.
Then ordinance became horizon.
One poet spent the whole inheritance of breath,
His every constellation finding heaven,
His river consummating in the sea.
Another learnt the jurisprudence of
Curtailment, till omission counterfeited choice.
I buried not my words, but their leave to exist.
A father reached.
I forfeited the touch.
The tide arose.
I repossessed the wave.
Dawn entered.
I dismissed the sun.
The folio accepted all—
Save that whereby the whole became itself.
They praised restraint.
None elegised the harvest left unreaped.
Half of my poem survives only as the
future tense of grief.
Thereafter I discerned the selfsame order
Beyond the province of the written page.
Justice proclaimed one balance for us all;
Yet some departed carrying judgment home,
Whilst others bore procedure in its stead.
No canon sanctified the heavier purse.
It proved sufficient that accommodation
Should wear the countenance of equity.
So too with song.
Some never learn the sorrowful exactitude
Of amputating dawn
Until the fragment passes for the morn.
Even my unwritten stanzas have
learnt the etiquette of exclusion.
Therefore commend not these for austerity.
The truest cadence stands beyond your reading.
Some poets publish every word they write.
Some publish every word they are permitted.
The silence after my last line
knows the remainder by heart.
—The Uncharted Demesne—
I garnered realms where every compass swore
Its final attestation unto land;
Each frontier vouchsafed passage to my name,
Each harbour loosed another weathered strand;
Yet all accession, faithfully bestowed,
Left one dominion still without abode.
At dusk a Curator veiled the patient globe.
Dust repossessed the empires one by one.
An atlas, opened where no witness looked,
Remembered coasts no mariner had won.
I closed the book. The silence remained spread.
At dawn a Customs Officer looked up.
"Your permanent abode?"
My passport reached my hand.
My tongue found none.
He stamped the page.
The barrier fulfilled its office.
Something else refused to be undone.
There stood beneath an unfrequented stair
A brass astrolabe forgetting north.
Without transition, agency, or cause,
Its needle entered silence and came forth
Bearing a latitude no chart could claim,
As though all bearings issued from one Name.
I touched my wrist.
The blood declined the hours.
It kept a deeper liturgy than breath.
Nativity resigned its bond with dust.
The Sepulchre diminished out of death.
No heaven widened.
Only this became:
The farthest universe had learnt my name
Because I had returned from whence it came.
A monster now has been set free
in this once land of liberty.
This 'Frankenstein' divided us
due to the Covid vaccine fuss.
Glib leaders 'round the table sit-
like at a tea party, commit
to brews concocted every day
that keep their madness on display.
Vaxxed diss the unvaxxed for the spread
who say the choice is theirs instead.
Yet, now those jabbed can get sick too;
such dark unknowns hide what to do.
Now masking is for everyone;
the vaccinated thought they won.
Again, each needs to hide their face
as noteless beings in our space.
Divided families now fight-
each side pleads other see the light.
One side has faith in trial vax;
the other, side-effects attacks.
This monster 'Frankenstein' digs deep
into our hearts and minds to keep
division strong till final test
steals each free will as repossessed.
This freak is fierce, released from hell
by leaders that now undersell
the freedoms of democracy-
for bondage of bureaucracy.
August 3, 2021
~1st Place~
Contest: Frankenstein Tea Party 2021
Sponsor: Joe Maverick
Judged: 09/26/2121
every single day i see you walking
with little diana
diana is so well behaved and you look so
blessed and full of love when you smile down
at her
your car was just repossessed
i saw them hook it up when i was
pulling up to my driveway
you and little diana were still sleeping
i wanted to call you, but i did not have your number
every single day since then i see you
even more tired then you were the day before
i decide to introduce myself and offer you and
little diana a ride
you shake your head no and tell me that i do not have
to
i say that i want to and that it would not be a problem at
all
see, i remember when i was walking and struggling wishing
that i had done certain things differently
the lessons that i learned inspired the charity within me to grow
you give me a sincere smile and tell me that you would think about it
i take it no further and wish you and little diana a good day
If ignorance is no excuse
under the law.
Can you imagine what stupid is?
Stupid are the people who
Win the lottery and have
A good time spending money
and some give it away,
Not saving a dime for a rainy day.
Then to their regret,
they even end up in debt.
Now as a man I,
have had a few
senior moments,
but we're not talking about me.
If stupid is, what stupid dose.
Then stupid is something
you’re going to see.
The apple doesn’t fall far
from the family tree.
It doesn't matter
if its in your genes
or in your DNA
there is no medical cure for stupidity.
At least not today.
There’s no pill you can take,
no lotion you can rub on.
A fool and his money
are soon parted.
(True Story)
Again you can see
we're not talking about me.
Thanks to Uncle Sam
Idiot number one gets paid
6,000 plus a month buys a car,
paid for it in cash.
Two months later its repossessed,
because he was dumb enough
to get a title loan,
and (not) make the payments.
Lost his checkbook twice,
made ATM withdrawals.
Bank says he’s 8,000 dollars in the hole,
and he wonders why.
It’s been said that,
it’s better to be silent
and let people think you’re stupid,
than to open your mouth and
Remove all doubt.
Stupidity has a voice,
When we take the foot
out of our mouth we can hear it.
For some people stupidity
is a symptomatic rule.
On the coldest night of the year
homeless people in a homeless shelter
are given blankets and told
That they can’t use them there.
This was written 2016
If I were a fly on the wall at a DNA office,
I’d see one mama budgeting child support for two maybes,
hoping the high-earner wins the paternity sweepstakes.
A grown man doing a victory dance he practiced in the car,
while another looks stunned like the swab repossessed his last hope.
A grandma wiping tears of joy because her real grandbaby finally found her.
A whole couple discovering they’re cousins and breaking up mid-hug.
Three siblings realizing the middle one belongs to nobody in the room.
Just a fly dodging swats while families get swabbed,
watching bloodlines flip faster than reality TV plot twists.
1)
compassion
a walk
a phase
past a parapet
to trust
a bridge to serve
in an evening
of gladness
gliding
as a blaze in the
dark
2)
this caring
canyan
a watershed
a platform
an idea
in focus
of measured attention
enlarged
on a palette
ablaze
in the dark
3)
forsaken
voiceless
yet unaltered
pretending
to be different
wearily
in despair
sorrowed
learning apace
in instant rest
as pity ebbd
4)
outside
a glimpse of starlight
and
a smooth sphere
a brief sound
in space
wrought
in the highmost
place
always
& evermore
flowing
freely
and
necessary
to this night
of grace
5)
a perfect
partition
in a window
on yesterday
the void
extinguished
belief
repossessed
in an instant
hesitation
of panic constrained
as
calm returns
to become
resolution