Long Resolutions Poems
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At the start of the year it became very clear
That my corpulent body should get into gear.
So determined to slim, I join up at the gym
Where I tone abs and thighs then head off for a swim.
I have taken to hiking and steep mountain biking
My chic new physique is impressively striking.
No more apple pie, fish and chips or white bread:
Delicious, nutritious green spinach instead.
So why the glum face and the lack of elation?
This poem was fun but complete fabrication.
All lies, porky pies, using lyrics which chime.
New Year resolutions are harder than rhyme!
21/01/19
'Rhyme Battle Xii Poetry Contest' : sponsored by : Juli- Michelle
Rhyme Battle Xii Poetry Contest
Up in the morning sky, I see nothing flying by.
Clouds are forming above the land. There's neither bird, plane, nor superman.
But there's an artist painting unceasingly, making our world beautiful for all to see.
It's another presentation of a beautiful morning. As the darkness fades, I see high resolutions of art,
crafted and painted by the hand of God. It looks like a massive fire rising in the east,
destined to give birth to a bright and sunny day. As long as I can remember, it has always been that way.
Chaos and storms would come and stay, but God says, "Nay". Dawn had graced the stage with cheerful light for several hours.
Now Dusk follows with the promise of quiet, calm, and rest. Just over the western horizon I never detest, because I am
mesmerized by the glorious and sweet tones of blue, red, yellow, and grey, merrily waving goodbye to me and whispering hello to the stars of night.
02152018 PS Contest, Sunrise And Sunset, Silent One; 2P
Left assured assumptions consumes the conduct of diligence while prickling princeling essence of the understatement
The conjunction of the pressure it’s to pursue the tail further down till it reaches its quantum
It shouldn’t be a wait for Autumn again with golden leaves leaving the bait battling in the field for the soil absorption
Deliver it once more eloquently it shouldn’t be a silent night chorus
It’s merely a roll over stare casting the pedestal while reciting the excitement at large lurking around the redials every day
Detracting the action oath of public act performing the resolutions of identifying the different span
The attachment that engaged by the principal of pride controls the oarless paralysis
In fact it shouldn’t be an infant state to name and engrave motivation of success
Paint the impaired notch evaluate the regime of a firm fist
Allow the privilege of sense to enlighten the boat of the journey under taken while it sails right through the south sea direction to over-see the concealing drought
The meaning of sight it’s not to share the look ahead but to identify the resettlement of feelings and shelter the curve of the brain booth to stand independently
In time the throat will no longer itch for attention but it will sweep the intension in disguise, reciprocating greatness to blossom life itself filling up inner peace to form part of light happiness
Eventually beauty pales off to reveal and seal the gain
It’s Over
The turkey is cooked and eaten, the family have all gone
You just want to put your feet up, but life still carries on
The bills are due in, the resolutions already broken
There no food or money left, not even for a gift token.
The holiday adverts have started, you can go on a cruise
Or time to buy a new suite, or buy Easter eggs if you choose.
New furniture has been bought, red wine spilled on it
No need for a new year hair cut , there’s not much left of it
Frustration has caused wrinkles, debt is causing pain
But you all start saving straight away, for when Christmas comes again
©~GG~ 2011
Update: I unalived my name
to spite its face
and steal its frame
Update: I came out to my mother
smothering a cookie in hand
left covered in crumbs
by the conversation’s end
Update: I got my first chin hair
and I took twenty-seven pictures of it
at different angles.
Update: the only thing I own entirely is my body
my taxes fund war overseas
while unable to raise resolutions
for my internal revolt.
Update: I constantly crop this body
so it fits other people’s picture
my voice reduced to whispers
Update: I dream of slicing open my pectorals
just to let my spirit experience
freedom’s rush of fresh air
Update: day by day, the reflection that’s fed to me
is finally feeling familiar
my entire life, I’ve been trying to find myself
beyond a body I did not belong in
Update: I do not owe the world masculinity nor femininity
Update: for once, I hear my voice when I speak.
For too long, I’ve let silence
decimate me by the decibel.
my voice box unleashes
no evil, my people
only growl louder amid adversity
Update: My goal is to be as obsessed with myself
as politicians think I am
loud, proud, annoyingly boisterous
my voice is a gift I gave myself
and for as long as I breathe I will speak
on my becoming.
Update: pride is my protest
morning of new day of the Year-2020
I don't find the bed-sheet of fogs around me
this morning is not new to me
this fairness of dawn is not new
everything and everyone as usual activated
last night 11: 59 minutes brought nothing
heard some carefree musical sound
enjoyed a birthday cake for new day of the Year-2020
danced enjoying the snow beer
and then I find this morning
my master of soul has come and asked
how are you?
-"I'm fine" I've replied
Happy New Year-2020
-"Same to you"
where is 2019 in your watch?
-"Passed away"
oh temporary everything and everyone.
-"Yes"
what did you do last night?
-"Enjoyed the passed away and coming moments"
what did you learn from your enjoyment?
-"This life is impermanent"
and?
-"Human can make this life permanent if he wants"
how?
-"By doing munificent and benevolent deeds for all without indiscriminate"
ok, what's your resolutions for new year?
-"I'm old love for everyone and I'm old peace"
what do you know about your love?
-"My love is blind by born. It knows no law to do good always wherever it comes whenever"
and?
-"In the dictionary of my love has no hate"
great! but do you know-
love is prison cell in the freedom chain of life!
love is an eternal intoxicating drug!
one sided love for truth is the drinking hemlock of Socrates!
-"No"
ok, no more today. note these-
be good with good but don't be dog with dog!
the Happy and Unhappy by born twin feelings in the immature love of mind!
-"I noted; Thank you"
what's your first work of new day of Year-2020
-"To read a poetry"
but what's poetry
-"Don't know"
(smiled)
poetry of self is nothing but an eternity of wisdom!
best of luck, bye.
-"Bye"
-January 01,2020 CTG, BD
Seasons and weather in environs bring changes awe-filled,
With new flora and fauna Mother Nature feels fulfilled;
Each New Year is Pandora's Box with swarms of fresh issues,
I know, yet, hope sticks beneath all like corporal tissues...!
From my birth till date I savor the progress I have made,
Could I have ever achieved this with no heavenly aid?
Undertakings and accomplishments, like wishes and boons,
Have embellished my constellations with endless full moons...!
Around seas of tentativeness sand castles, I make,
At the beginning of each year; some are strong; others shake;
Goals I set; dreams I dream; place plans and codes like precious stones;
Midst gems and pearls pebbles peep up too and capture their thrones...!
Success and failures in life I find as coal and gold mixed,
Both are like flesh and nail; though on none existence is fixed;
Equilibrium in thoughts, words, and deeds like muck and mud,
Make seasonal and perennial plants of wisdom bud...!
Honesty, integrity, loyalty, humility,
Kindness, compassion, selflessness, and equanimity;
These I knit, like beads in the necklace of resolutions,
When broke, I fixed it with the glue of patient solutions...!
A bead bracelet, for this year, I am weaving with pure love -
Love for creatures of lands and seas as shown by God above;
Being his temple, to my body and soul I must care,
With innocent smiles, his graces on my face I must bear...!
Through musing and meditation to within, I must plunge,
Sowing seeds of optimism, pessimism I must expunge;
Though I do not lack charity, should I stop it ever?
Like coconut and palm, this must grow in each endeavor...!
Caring for all; sharing my wealth with them; I must extend,
The realm of love and friendship; toward God, I must ascend;
Death, dear guest, will knock on my door at any time, I know,
Heart well set like a nomad, I must be ready to go...!
20 December 2022
Resolutions for 2023 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
R esolutions occasion themselves optimally at the start of a new year
E very new calendrical chart anew page in our lives of things fretted over
S ome are constant challenges interwoven with more current examples
O thers will be pondered over time and again throughout coming days
L abourious test and trials are then faced head-on painstakingly daily
T ediously we would persevere and press onward to greet with a smile
I n retrospect many were made capriciously and thus fall on the wayside
O nly a few, if any, we will be successful of going over the hurdle victoriously
N umerous would certainly fail and some met will also filter in as failures
S o that is the usual outcome of resolutions whereto we save that for next year
2020 January 24
Resolutions Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
The down side of monotheistic patriarchalism
is EitherNature/OrSpirit fundamentalism
LeftBrain's tendency to ignore
polyculturally cooperative wealth optimization.
The weakness of climate pathology risks
is also the stength
of green ecotherapeutic climate opportunities.
Problems of pathological mental disease
are also potential integrities
of more healthyLeft-wealthyRight
cooperative choices,
Yang with Yin co-acclimations,
creolizations more
and missionary colonizing less,
transubstantiations of EarthTribe goodnews growing
while unsubstantiated fake badnews recedes,
breathing climate karma in and up
while bleeding graced love out and down,
Win/Lose ecopolitical analysis in
Win/Win positive psychological resolutions out.
Problems of ecopolitical retributive WinLose injustice
reweave WinWin ego-restorative
just-right for here/now solutions.
Past history in
Future multiculturing her/history
YinYang
WinWin
bilaterally forward.
The problem with perpetuating the solo view from the top
is living and loving
a multiculturing cooperative bath
on Gaia's beautiful non-violent bottom.
Another problem with monotheistic patriarchalism
is why would we then prefer two nostrils
for breathing polycultural matriarchalism
back out?
When one,
twice as big and fat,
might work better.
The problem of not listening to matriarchal green voices
is not seeing patriarchal red monoculturists
as the predators
they would like us to pray
as prey
wanting climate co-governing deliverance
for all,
including those bratty,
sometimes ratty,
great transition grandkids.
Journey Journal
NEW YEAR’ EVE 2024
By Leon Enriquez
The olde year dies
With a dreary sigh
Oozing away lost highs
Just one more day
Down the fading lines
A bygone dark relay
Of worn-out fears thus define
~~~~~~~~~
Guilt and regret
Confront olde time frets
Not ready for sunset
Here we resolve
To be better yet
Still not able to solve
Or to win back our lost bets
~~~~~~~~~
Visualise more
To cluster galore
More to spice lacking stores
Sit with blank cares
See the last light fall
Spread sensuous silly stares
Can thought transmute sweet from gall?
~~~~~~~~~
Still the olde year
Disowns all our fears
Hurt feelings hug new cheer
So pain elopes
As cynic draws near
Grim olde hurts that still grope
As empty feel draws tightrope
~~~~~~~~~
Here in a gist
A few thoughts enlist
Resolutions we list
To be better
As the new year finds
Strange ideas that matter
Moves of soul, heart, body-mind
~~~~~~~~~
New Year’s Eve sums
Death of olde outcomes
As lost footfalls flee hump
We resolve thus
To greet strong head winds
To rise from forlorn dust
To bargain for more between
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
31 December 2024
Singapore