Long Sale Poems
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Get a plaque...
Jack...
Or take it all back!
This verbal attack is crap and that...
Is quite whacky cut me some slack,
While stacking the racked up bratty,
Dilapidated orations for some duration,
As a slap happy mapped tap-dancing clad grad fad,
Becomes shat wrapped in cat hats tatted with phat ratty slatted fads,
Madly jabbed as rattling a bad tad of an agitated yet stated NOT hated but mauled tall tale,
On sale for a scaled yet derailed mailer daemon,
Sailing into the screwy new brew boosted roost of a hoot for a few,
Because that is what one should do,
Breaking records and all of that.
Matter of fact from the view I knew to accrue where I just sat,
Rattling a battle of dabbed scabs for words slurred as some cure to be endured for allure,
Still, NOT quite on tour for sure as the viewing of such recorded award-winning boars,
Should bring about themselves a new kind of uproar meant for door opening,
To be coped with or hoped for galore at the sound of the nouns engraved in a savory way,
With your name on it with the sonnet that might say,
Way to slay,
Hooray,
If I so myself would say,
Before I get any more gray in the weird beard from whence these scurried, nerdy words came,
Still, it is quite insane a named thing like the vein game you vainly tamed,
Would arraign such a cranial brain drain of fame all the same as far as what I be saying stained.
Before an online purchase
Often I read the reviews
To gather some opinions on
An object I might choose
Or a hotel or a restaurant
To which I plan to go;
There might be helpful info
I would really like to know.
The problem with reviews is that
They’re all composed by those
Who are strangers with a lifestyle
I might very well oppose.
Of course, the opposite might be
The truth; I must decide
Whether what they’re recommending
Would be worthwhile as a guide.
I still like reading others’ thoughts
On things they have inspected,
Though likely their advice will get
An almost-sale rejected.
Maybe you have got to thinking
I probably should read more books,
but there’s just so much crap out there,
is anything really worth a look?
Is there anything worth my time,
something that will not disappoint,
something that strives to entertain,
not leave me feeling out-of-joint?
We all know there’s tons on lit fic
that is ‘too smart’ for things like plot,
liked only by some professors
who say ‘post-modern subtext’ alot.
With important sounding titles
like The Scarlett Lilac Dream,
where you muse for countless hours
in a bored bisexual teen.
They put a sticker on the front
claims it has won all the awards,
but you read it and realize
why some ancients fell on their swords!
And there’s lots of self-published stuff,
some of which can rather good,
but for every one you want to know
there are ten that you never should.
A lot of chaff to find the wheat,
who has the time to do all that?
Well I think you’ll be happy to find
I can relieve you of all that.
I call it THE BOYS OF THE BREACH,
the latest book that I have written,
there’s plenty of fun awaiting,
so take a moment to listen:
Two former military men
get a job in the multiverse,
protecting teams of scientists.
ensuring that they don’t get hurt.
They a face a wide array of foes,
of almost every shape of kind,
like intelligent dinosaurs
who are dead-set on genocide,
or a gruff, prehistoric bear
hunting our heroes for a meal,
or German doctors who love sex
but don’t allow themselves to feel,
or alien bugs who reproduce
through a form of body-horror,
or wild west madmen who think
new civil wars will bring them honor,
and transdimensional slavers,
what’s a multiverse without them?
It may be a dangerous job,
but these are dangerous men.
Again, it’s THE BOYS OF THE BREACH,
and it’s for sale on Amazon,
just one click gets you adventure,
scifi fun and action strong.
THE BOYS OF THE BREACH, now available on Amazon!
Impossible isn't it! But it made you peek in!
All that glitters is not gold but gets a glance
For stunning, sparkling shine
First impression is the lasting one!
Contrasting colours, unconventional shades,
Strange pictures, three dimensional covers,
Title that seems improbable,
That ignite curiosity to buy
are some ideas that sell
Carefully crafted catchy words captures attention of readers
Enchanting cover evokes enthusiasm, eagerness and expectations
But make sure contents match up to expectations generated
Content creates character gives name and fame
Bible brought in bulk even by non Christians
Largest selling book in world, because of its contents
Without substance, presentation looses it's value
Book of substance automatically sells,
for its sale presentation holds little value
06.05.2021
Inspired by:
Contest Name - What's in a title in 14-20 lines
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
Mad society has a way
To prize sarcastic replay
Squeeze of indifferent sting says
Mad society in full flight
Can bury day in dark light
Hoisting fear to damning night
Mad society in full bloom
Can drive a stake in sad gloom
Leave bitter gall to flood room
Mad society can now spill
Dirt and trash that ever kills
The fond spark of happy thrill
Mad society ever mints
Dark shades that channel grim hints
Frame a gloomy outward tint
Mad society wears a mask
Anchors weary fate to task
Where desolate feelings bask
Mad society is the tale
Of greedy and lusty sale
Can goodness now prevail?
Leon Enriquez
23 October 2017
Singapore
I talked it over with Glen,
Me sole mate and imaginary friend
He said “Listen here me matey”
“It’s the best way for you in the end”
So as a close friend I took his advise,
And to this day I wouldn’t think twice.
His so cool and calm and collected,
He has my best interest at heart, which is nice,
So if you go to me eBay page,
You’ll see I’m up for sale.
An unwanted used lover,
A blind toothless moon bald male.
Me expiry date is only 10 years out,
With a left leg suffering from gout.
A sex crazed dribbling pervert,
Who chases after every skirt.
A self confessed nymphomaniac,
A practicing megalomaniac.
It’s been a week since the ad
And one bid which I think is from Glen
He says 50 p is reasonable and all his willing to spend
Bozo the clown is ready to begin,
in Cuba, Fidel Castro starts his reign.
Buddy Holly meets a horrible end,
Charles de Gaulle is back on top again.
Motown now brings us a whole lotta soul,
Disney’s Sleeping Beauty warms up our heart.
TV’s Bonanza, Rawhide, Twilight Zone,
and The Untouchables all get their start.
That F104C flies higher still,
the show ‘Rocky and his Friends’ is unveiled.
Marx Brother’s are no longer on TV,
the first ‘Barbie’ dolls are ready for sale.
Vince Lombardi takes over the Packers,
the Cardinals trade just one player for nine.
Tom Landry starts to coach for the Cowboys,
in about 30 years he will resign.
Boston Celtics score one seventy three,
Candlestick Park is now Bayview’s new name.
One-forty-eight straight then Yogi errors,
Boston Red Sox last race barrier team.
Food stamps help to fill our hungry bellies,
a new design for the pennies tail end.
The Dalai Lama has to leave China,
Al Ginsberg’s “Lyseric Acid” is penned.
Hawaii becomes state number fifty,
Japanese Americans freed once more.
Russia shows us the far side of the moon,
America wants to even the score.
No one knows why they played two All Star games,
least they sent someone to the Hall of Fame.
The AFL is the new football league,
Eddie Lubanski bowls two perfect games.
Oklahoma’s prohibition is done,
Soviets to invade Afghanistan.
Able and Baker leave orbit and back,
and NASA announces their moon trip plan.
SR.N1 is the first flying ship,
Lady Chatterley’s Lover is now banned.
Planet 9 from Outer Space aptly named,
as the world’s ‘worst film’ and then it gets canned.
The discovery of Zinj means humans,
had lived at least two million years ago.
Ike bounces his message off of the moon,
we hear that Kookie can lend us his comb.
Hendrix buys his first electric guitar,
he only plays one gig and then gets fired.
Bob Dylan graduates from his high school,
and he is beginning to be inspired.
There’s a growing sense that things are changing,
people can’t quite put their finger on it.
In Wakenda I’m clinging to my mom,
and my diapers keep filling with ‘not spit’.
Oh! The weary winter's gone,
The nature's green as spring is on
All others are under magic spell,
But thou are still so dull and staunch?
When the old gold bonds have long been shed,
When others are forth new clothing yet
When the nature's under beauty's veil,
Yet unlively thou in such sweet sale?
All trees are laden with cordial buds,
The wind is blowing with its softest thud
Flowers are blooming in the grace of dawn,
Still, you gloomy are in the same gown.
Gradually sets in the summer
With its tranquil triumph
And the jovial haughty nature
Tempts to tender yet splendid fun!
The radiant greens compliment the lushes,
The shining joyous morning yellow
The timid snow in the highlands vanquish
But your wrath staunchly never does glow.
Do you detest the grace around you
Or do you shield your cordial mirth
Or do you refrain from expensive attire,
Perhaps you have the same set of cloths.
Then come the affluent showers
With its mute strolling wind
And the jolly laden branches
Lunatically dance with a brisk.
And in the night the rainy fog
Seeps in like thieves in mob
And leaves its mark- the hazy dew
But that's hardly in luck for you.
In no time the shower's savage
The rambling winds turn into gale
The snobbery of nature breaks like glass
The jeweled beauty is lost, alas!
Again, the weary winter's on
But not as back the life's there
Beauty's lost, all vein is gone
But thou are same still as you were!
The divorced trees have shed their jewelry,
The vail vegetation has lost its greenery,
But among the green-lost nature's hue
Remaining same you give good fortune's blues!
That's how one must know to compare
From among vail beauty to lasting fair
Is real beauty a day's attraction,
Or is it something more than competition?
One thing is for sure here in these places
That demons are abundant with childlike faces
Assassins lurk about unyielding to their task
Though they bare no threat or mask
Passersby wont even blink when they see
That children are deadly to you and me
For shelter and bread are motives enough to kill
Emotionless beast without passion or thrill
Society made such creatures who seek refuge
Among the darker demons who’s lives are abuse
Rat infested accommodations are what WE provide
Mediocre medical care dooms there already damaged pride
So to the streets many run away too!
Some clever enough to grasp the truth
Bands of hooligans are what the uppers call there hoards
Beatings and sickness are what they can only afford
Survival becomes priority number one in life
Normal relationships never manifested only strife
Councilors, priest, and the police bring them back to hell
Trapped in the Orphanage is like being in a cell.
On sale to highest bidder is slavery plain to all
Or maybe like puppies you pick up at the mall
Some of the lucky ones find legitimate foster care
Others return with bruises and more nightmares
Money is a primary factor to these so called foster adults
People who can’t take care of themselves much less other souls
So I say to those who are in search of another income search elsewhere
Leave it to those who truly, truly care!
Back to those on the streets come to a place
Where a smile can return to your dirty face
SCHOOL!
Someones tipping Sally for being someone else.
Someone acting nicely and caring for ourselves.
Leaving cheery fortunes and thanking all who come.
Even giving smiles to pass amongst themselves.
How wretched is this dear old Sally?
Waving to those leaving.
Making simple small talk
a faith for the believing.
Now she's giving napkins.
Her patrons quick to finger.
Always giving something.
Oh; how her customers linger.
Then comes out her smile.
A weapon in the making.
And up goes her tip jar.
A thanking for the taking.
It's only in good time
that Sally has a sale.
She says that will be never
as Sally spins her tale.
I'm waiting for her business
to crash around her knees.
If it wasn't for her customers
that Sally lives to please.