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Ain't it strange...
That I attach to you...like a troublesome sore
Do you find it odd...
That I truly love you to the core
But it's true...I can get a little insane at times...when I'm in a certain phase
Sorry to say, but get used to my crazy, psychotic nature...or leave me to rot...
But it ain't no surprise that we all aren't normal and we all are peculiar in our own bizarre ways
Sorry to burst your bubble, but haha, yeah...I've been causing mischief and what not
You untied me from my utter demise...
And you drowned away my thoughts that spread lies
In my head...making it spin madly
Like a Mary-go-round...
But it's true...I can get a little insane at times...when I'm in a certain phase
Sorry to say, but get used to my crazy, psychotic nature...or leave me to spoil and rot....
Don't be afraid, baby
It's only in your mind...
Anxiety is brewing in your blood
And I can't seem to hold on to the rope of hope
But it ain't no surprise that we all aren't normal and we all are peculiar in our own bizarre ways
Sorry to burst your bubble, but haha, yeah...I've been causing trouble and what not
Time is ticking like a bomb about to blow up into smoke and flame
It alarms to say this, but how DARE you waste my valuable time
Time is ringing like a church bell chime...it's your time to say goodbye and it's my time to forget your name
It's alarming to hear broken records of memory replay in my head...it's almost crime
Thinking of you is wonderful and sublime
But it's true...I can get a little insane at times...when I'm in a certain phase
Sorry to say, but get used to my crazy, psychotic nature...or untie me from this tight knot
You made the decision to untie me from my utter demise...
And you drowned away my thoughts that spread lies
In my head...making it spin madly
Like a Mary-go-round...
Wars round the corner,
wars at every bend
Could it be that all this
warring would never
ever end?
Why can't we borrow
love and peace too learn
to lend?
For peaceloving persons
wars are hard to
comprehend
But in which blessed
century will the world
it's ways amend?
Why not be all sincere
when peace we readily
send?
To our lives defend why
do we opt to offend?
Why can't we all as
Adam's progeny simply
unite and blend?
The world's tearing
apart, which saviour's
gonna mend?
When the scissors of
tyranny all peace efforts
ruthlessly rend!
When will all the saviours
from heavenly heaven
descend?
So we watch and hear all
war cries unto thin air
ascend!
When peace be the only
choice, the only probable
trend!
Ah instead of fending
off war drums why
peace plans off we
fend?
Why peace so
complicated and double
standards at every
bend?
Will all state treasuries on
aggression alone their
budgets spend?
Why can't every foe we
know turn into a caring
friend?
So we're stalked by
friendship
and ambushed by love
godsend!
A world where warlords
and war heroes become
zeroes
who in the first place did
offend.
With peace may no
nation merely play and
pretend!
I washed my hands this morning when I visited the loo,
Then went and touched the tap, which you really shouldn’t do,
And then I scratched my nose, because I had an itch,
Then with my bare hands I went and pulled the switch!
And then I went and sneezed, with no tissue close to hand
Whilst holding the marmalade, not good you understand,
With the work surface soiled and the margarine as well,
This damn Coronavirus is my own living hell!
And so I washed my hands and then to my surprise
There was no towel around, which I hadn’t realised.
So I’m wandering ‘round the kitchen, like a zombie on the run,
And I had to wash my hands again - oh isn’t this just fun!!
So I sanitised the kitchen, wiped the work tops too
Then I asked my wife ‘would you mind cleaning the loo?’
I’ve sanitised the door knobs and all the floors to boot
And just to be sure I thought I’d sanitise the fruit.
I sanitised my phone but dropped it on the floor,
As I cannot clean a broken screen, I shan’t wipe it any more.
And I tried to wipe my laptop but it doesn’t like the soap
And now I cannot switch it on, god knows how I will cope!
And the hand lotion I use, which normally lasts a year,
Is not enough to get me through this afternoon I fear,
And so I wash my hands again, a ritual I now despise,
As the scientists keep telling me ‘wash your hands we emphasise!’
Long have me feet walked..bare upon de earth of mother Afreeca.
Days, passing in a flow’r chain round de brow of de morn.
De sacred drum calls wid de heart beattin of de Hougan’s soul
Afreeca’s soul ...
Long, long, de walkin from village mounta’n citie
to the hounfour ... de temple of de people.
We walk joy’us, and penit’nt and pleadin‘.
Mama carries de food gift fer Ogou Balanjo on her head,
corn meal she ‘as ground fine. "Ah, de poor sick child"
De glass beads aroun‘ Mama’s neck shine
like her tears in de sun an de sweat on her skin.
We ‘ear de rattlin‘ and de drummin.
Dust of de many feet rises.
'undreds and thousands of worshipers pack de square
in front of de temple and dance red, gold, orange swirl
honorin‘ our parents and der parents.
Long, long, we dance, we dance, and de Loa arrive ...
Mama falls possessed by Ogou Balanjo ...
De white robes of de pure at heart, and does wid de white faces
dance de prayers, de priests returns from de sacred grove
white rock, egg white of wealth and happiness
de year will be good ... de sick child will heal ...
Long, long, the world has spun in a daisy chain
Around de sun............
Cunning ways brief peace in disguise
Won't ride on rollercoaster for long
Either up or down, you get your ease
But unreliable are their saints' tongue
Africa, when will this be wise in God's fear?
Why will this fear bring rest to all?
How will the sky pretends to be the premier
Of course, above many are bodies that dwell
Can't figure out the demons all view against amanuensis' calamities
Societies are long gone to be a Savage peace for blood brothers
Days we blessed are now memorable with wish to tour
The momentum of war when at stake goes for triumph acting pure
We can't let go of all the mask known undivulged
We are not barbarians to our fathers land
Thy conscience get lost on fake pledge
For how long will you converge to search your courage inward
We are all to one of all in drain
Let the system make a fault to Civic in plain
All the baraza, immunity shouldn't be irremovable
If found guilty, let all under law be punishable
Love will return by war
If peace is to be cherished
Cum tie of blood with double-edged sword
Nothing goes for nothing to be major
Majority are the one to consider
In governance that will be of matter
Majority turns trivial citizens vulgarize
Minority enjoy the plight to gybe us being on unimportant matters lousy
They are our teachers in these contest
Can we severely reprimand their lust cum repro?
No student is knowledgeable than their teacher's retro
Outstanding ones can equal the teacher in a round bracket
They were were in
the best parlour
fine furnishing of
Victorian period
dotted all round the
elaborate room
yet a tension, an
unease hangs in the
air
Hat in hand he
stands before her
father
who hits the roof
when he asks for her
hand
I won't accept any
proposals from a
scallywag
how dare you, Sir
even suggest such a
thing
His wife stands in
front trying to calm
him
fearful he may fly
at the ardent young
man
gently soothing
things over as best
as she can
pointing out the
good breeding, an
Earl no less
Their daughter
mortified pretends
she's not there
so sad of heart as
she hears her father
ranting
will he relent? All
she wishes for, is
to be wed
despairing she shuts
herself off and
turns her back
How does it all end?
That is a moot
question indeed
will his wife talk
him round? Will
there be wedding
bells?
By the haughty
stance and the icy
cold glare from eyes
full of fire
it appears to me
that its a cause
lost before even
began
Yet where there is
love there is also
hope springing
eternal
a father never likes
to pass the care of
a daughter to
another man
pleas from her may
soften his heart,
while words of sense
and wisdom
from his wife who
will not give in
easily; so lets hope
love triumphs
written 08/23/2013
contest Charles
Haigh Wood
I have used the
british spelling of
parlour not parlor
as I feel it gives
better poetic sense
The small, round clock over my king-sized, walnut bed ticks
striking a gloomy midnight as the red-headed cuckoo pops out
I sleep soundly, that silly sound scares the drowsy night gales :
look at them trembling as they ask themselves, " Who's that? "
Bleak, not bright is my night: I must stay awake until early morning,
only the sunrise's invading light offers a promise of a joyful feeling!
I refuse to look outside; no universe twinkled dimly on other nights....
when serenity, silence, and beauty made it sparkle with much wonder!
Yes, one could see where it ended, not straining the astonished eyes:
I won't walk through any shadow resembling a ghost that stirs fear!
Bleak, not bright is my night whenever a stumping sound approaches,
I've read some scary tales that make your hair stand even under sheets!
Are rising shadows to be feared when a peaking moon looks strange?
It can't break free of stormy clouds, unless they hear the loudest thunder;
will they wait in isolation, not tasting the sweetness of speedy revenge?
Longing turns into desire, and if it fails, it's ashes thrown from a blunder
without traces of an existence, whether it was lived or wasted for vanity.
Bleak, not bright is my night...follow me not on a road paved with misery!
He watches her feet
creamy and bare
as she prepares herself for bed;
removing her robe
she stands for a moment in the gold
of light, while his eyes gaze
at her imperfect body, elated.
A beam radiating from her face
touches a male's spirit deeply,
and pulling back the covers
he touches her belly-- especially the belly,
full and round until she caresses
her man's face, then rests womanly limbs.
Surprised, another naked foot kicks
and leaves a deeper affection
within his heart...
“I'm barefoot and VERY pregnant”, she giggles
“just ecstatic as you are”, he whispers.
I SHALL COLLABORATE WITH YOU
Contest of James Edward Lee Sr.-- a collab with
a poet from TPS 11/27/2017
God is missing,
Come hither there’s whiskey, drugs, sex, twitter!
Those who bewail we’ll banish in a cage
God's vanished in thin air, it’s all the rage!
He's nowhere to be seen and hate has spread
Everywhere, questions left unanswered
North of here, in the Tropic of Cancer
Those who’d high hopes
Medicate with dope and pills
Try not to tie a rope ‘round my throat
What say ye kills pain whilst His return
Loss of life in hurricanes
I’m calling missing Gods and God Amber alert
God is missing,
Where’s thy bearded hermit
To see thus proof permit me that
or commit me, one of the two
Gone is the gothic holy ghost, poof!
Why thy existence needed most
What did in dinosaurs, where is
Alien intervention to end wars?
God is missing,
With good reason, we’re worlds apart
An adrenaline rush, O throbbing heart
This is my story of a ghost unseen
It’s what I came up with for this Halloween
We Must, respect eachother by listening
“In God We Trust!” although He is missing
Journey Journal Page
HYMN AND PSALM
By Leon Enriquez
Here we now pray
Fond hymn and psalm
Upon the way
In surreal calm
Now soul and heart
Join body-mind
As breath feels art
In touch divine
~~~~~~~~~
Blessings now bind
Our lore and lease
With sublime find
Of fragrant peace
Bliss funds our lore
With ancient cast
As timeless shores
As rapture lasts
~~~~~~~~~
Here sage and fool
Invest the stage
With sanguine spools
From age to age
The way back Home
Comes on the road
Where we now roam
As beauty loads
~~~~~~~~~
Feel fiesta groom
Our happy craze
In floral blooms
That dazzle daze
For we can pray
With vibrant tones
Where stillness stays
Our heartfelt drone
~~~~~~~~~
The hymn we sing
Comes from the heart
As soul now wings
Fine mindful art
The way shows how
To pray and act
Right Here and Now
With humble tact
~~~~~~~~~
In time we trace
Our lovely fest
To know our place
With zeal and zest
The journey sums
The way life grooms
Our fond outcomes
As blessings bloom
~~~~~~~~~
Love is the way
Faith knows touch dear
Hope greets each play
Joy fashions cheer
Upon the way
We circle round
To sketch each play
On sacred grounds
~~~~~~~~~
In happy glimpse
The journey fair
In gracious theme
Love airs fine flair
Beyond we sail
As waters grip
Truth thus avails
Our festive trip
~~~~~~~~~
Love anchors cheer
With placid form
Truth draws heart near
In subtle norm
Stern hymn and psalm
Now echo poise
Soul mellows calm
In vibrant voice
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
11 January 2024
Singapore