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The meadow lay dark, dank, hushed, cold and clammy.
Nothing dared to move,
to break the soliloquent solitude.
Time stood still, adjourned, awaiting a warp to lift the lag.
Then, the moon peeped out from the edge of a dark cloud.
Everything changed, the scene was awash with perception,
beyond the touch of braille dots, enlightened.
Dew drops on grass blades sparkled,
with mini moon images, captured within.
An owl opened its eyes to scan the scene, enraptured.
A rabbit twitched its nose, sniffing for scents, wafting.
Now you could see the breeze caressing the grass, ebbing and waving.
See the dew drops dislodged from leaves fall, tumbling as tear-drops.
The moonlight painted the scene as it brightened,
colors and textures infilling in waves.
Not a still life landscape,
but with colors ever so slowing growing in intensity and contrast.
A beam of moonlight squirmed its way across the meadow,
as if parting the grass with a furrow.
Then, as the full moon escaped from behind the cloud,
flooding light all over the entire meadow,
the scene was fixed, its dynamism quelled, expelled, in past tense.
The sleeper awoke, looked out the window,
admired the moonlight on meadows scene
oblivious to how the moon had gradually developed the scene,
like a fixative develops a print from a negative film.
The image darkening and transforming into view as if my magic.
The sleeper returned to sleep, oblivious to how the scene of the meadow
developed with the first few seconds of moonlight caste upon it.
Never knowing what they missed as the moonlight first alit the meadow,
delightfully developing the scene before it was fixed, and paint dried.
My, My what the sleeper missed!
Breasts, boobies, knockers, **** – call them what you will
We are talking about breast cancer – and sadly it can kill
The key to success with catching the disease is early detection
Remember boobies aren’t just funbags to give a fella an ********
Breasts can be appreciated in the their own unique way
Have a feel for lumps make it a sexy game to play
Let him ‘cop a feel’ and if a lump you do detect
Go straight to the GP - this lump you mustn’t neglect
It can be simply that you have lumpy boobs or a cyst
It’s not necessarily cancer but it can be on the list
The GP will send you for a mammogram or scan
Mammograms aren’t comfy, staff do it as quickly as they can
Hopefully the results will put your mind at rest
But sadly sometimes it shows cancer of the breast
Early detection is the key to beating this cancer
Regular mammograms really are the answer
Don’t forget about the men they have pecs or moobs
They can get breast cancer too we are talking about ALL boobs
Jan Allison
17th October 2014
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, which is an annual campaign to increase awareness of the disease – remember breast cancer affects both males and females with 1 in 1000 males being diagnosed with breast cancer
In the silence of morning
where the child’s still snoozing
and the Christmas pine’s dark
and I don’t yet have coffee to lift
In the buzz of refrigerator and heater
mostly my eyes scan the quiet room
the room that comes alive as the child
notices something he hasn’t before
taking his eyes off the tablet device
The painting he sees on the wall —
he notices that in the corner is a photo
and becomes curious - is that you, Grandma?
and i tell him how the artist is between
Grandpa and me. Oh how cool it is to see
a child come alive with curiosity and wonder
Earlier he opened the door to Christmas
first time since I’d put up the decorations.
some things old and new — his hands
touching the ornaments he could reach.
the stars in his eyes better than dawn.
12/7/2019
We named her Miss Sundae, our cat with a cause
She looks like a princess in 'Dairy Queen' sauce ...
(Vanilla ice cream, and butterscotch paws)
A calico lady of gold, brown and white
Her royalty reigns every day, every night
It's a ritual for her to sit on the back of the chair
Always there, near the desk, where I'm trying to write
While I'm sipping my coffee, she'll bask in the light
I'll scan the newspaper, digesting the news
But such effort's in vain, ...it is simply no use!
To read today's headlines, and the stories, so bleak
the economy's headaches, or the news of the week
Perhaps it is Sundae's practical joke...
She may have a bit of a jealous streak!
For she prods and she pokes, craving my strokes
She pokes holes in the paper....hops on my knees
Purring with ease....getting under my chin...with her Cheshire grin
Pushing aside, or squeezing within
She paws at my paper, this pesky dear pet
Requiring attention, her needs must be met!
If I'm reading a book, or there's a needle to thread
I must stop what I'm doing, and love her instead!
She creates a distraction, demands satisfaction
If a computer's in use....she needs no excuse
To lie on the keyboard....whatever her muse
It's all in her skill...with her purring.....I'm still...
At her mercy....my feline, she's a furry old cat
But I love her, my Sundae.......it's as simple as that!
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VOCATIONS IN VERSE
In labs, clever Chemists concoct & create,
Crafting cures calculatively & combating fate.
Meanwhile, skilled Engineers erect and design,
Building bridges & making systems align.4
Artistic Architects envision and draft,
Constructing castles & crafting craft.
Talented Teachers train & inspire young minds,
Shaping futures & leaving lasting finds.8
Commercial Consultants counsel and guide,
Helping businesses thrive, side by side.
Dedicated Doctors diagnose and heal,
Saving lives & making hearts reveal.¹²
Innovative IT Specialists code and compute,
Solving problems & proving tech acute.
Creative Cartoonists conjure, create & draw,
Bringing broad imaginations to life's law.¹6
Skilled Scientists scan & scrutinize with care,
Artistic Authors articulate thoughts to share.
Resourceful Researchers seek and discover,
Uncovering truths, throwbacks & restoring order,²°
Clever Coders craft and compute with ease,
Dedicated Diplomats negotiate with expertise.²²
Marinating moves & making the unknown cover.
Ambitious Accountants analyze and balance,
Keeping finances fine & perfecting plans.²5
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©?11th November 2024.
Beneath a roof of corrugated sky,
shelves stretch into the haze—
steel sentinels cradling the weight
of repeating cardboard skin.
Sodium lights flicker overhead,
a nervous god with faulty wiring,
casting a pale-yellow glow across the floor.
Refracted rainbows glint
in pooling oil that won't dry.
The air smells of stale rain
buried in the dirt of concrete fields,
and on the tongue
it tastes of metallic memory, oxidized.
A faint click of cooling pipes
syncopates the hum of vents.
Gears scream
ripping through silence,
a warning sound threading the dark.
Conveyor belts drag time,
relentless,
sorting,
without pause.
Surrounded by
pallets stacked high,
of boxes waiting to be read.
Some have dates crossed,
names scratched off—
wrapped and stamped
unclaimed inventory.
Others spill from torn corners,
stained photos—
of metal buckles
and white veils.
I came looking for a box
with a familiar trace—
small handprints,
prayers folded beside lavender wicks,
a letter I forgot I wrote.
I need to know if I’m marked for transit,
or have to stay.
But dust clings to rafters,
settles on shelves,
on forgotten dreams,
gray on gray.
Aisle after aisle,
we could walk forever
and never find our name.
The exit doors seem open.
For the souls on hold,
boxed beneath the cold,
processing signs—
suspended,
longing for the next scan.
(Dedication: For my wife Ann)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Here you and I join earth and sky,
Love comes with sighs that cast new highs.
Man and woman in Cupid's scan,
Touch of new trends in marriage plans.
Joy floods two hearts as feelings start,
Touch sparks bold art in lovely parts.
Rapture finds bliss beyond mere list,
In that and this swirl of fond gist.
Now and here feel that lovely cheer,
Eyes do reveal in twin hearts dear.
Just you and I feel happy sighs,
Journey fond highs across sure skies.
Dream of sweet dreams as fate greets tints,
Poignant fond theme where colours mint.
Hope and faith know what love now shows,
Joy sparkles glow as blessings flow.
Leon Enriquez
07 October 2015
Singapore
All the festivities are now over
Oh gosh I’ve got an aching head
I need to nurse my bad hangover
Ease myself gently from my comfy bed
I can’t face breakfast, I feel too darn ill
The stench of yesterday’s sprouts fills the air
Just a glass of water and a headache pill
If I see another brussel sprout I’m sure I’ll swear
It’s time to head off to the sales
Everything is now half the price
I scan all the clothes on the rails
That reindeer jumper looks very nice!
The streets are full of eager folks
They push and shove to grab a deal
I queued since midnight someone jokes …
And I’ve used my elbows with great zeal!
Back home there is a turkey ‘mountain’
It’s being prepared for the dining table
I can use the lovely chocolate fountain
A Christmas gift from our neighbor Mable
Poor old Santa he is now unemployed
Because he’s delivered all his gifts
Small children are absolutely overjoyed
He found his way through the snowdrifts
The batteries have run out on Tim’s toy car
And he’s already broken off the steering wheel
The cat has knocked off the Christmas tree star
I stood on a pine needle … it’s lodged in my heel!
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"Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.” Rumi
Sanctuary
In the depth of my inner self
Lies a small secret sanctuary
Carpeted with a greenish lawn,
Bordered with lilacs and roses,
Sprinkled with saffron marigolds
And berthed with leafy mango trees;
It is a secret sanctuary
Where colourful birds of my dream
Filled with joy, hop from branch to branch
And scan the blue sky as a team,
Singing sizzling songs in a trance
To vie with the whispering winds.
I retire to the sanctuary
To sow the seeds of mindfulness,
Water the shoots and rising buds
That will soon give birth to flowers
To embellish the sanctuary
And perfuse it with their perfume.
I retire to the sanctuary
To meet with zeal my longing muse,
To beseech her inspiring light
That I may carve some divine hymns
And offer them at the Lord`s shrine
As a humble token of mine.
I retire to the sanctuary
To retrieve hymns aligned on shelves,
Brush out the tangled spiders` webs
Endow them with gems of beauty
And breathe freshened air unto them
That they may soar in time and space.
Mind knows in kind the way of poise,
Ink stains can flesh ideas most grand;
Calm heart now finds a steady voice,
Heed a clear flash of joy you scan;
Ask cheer to be when thought meets feel,
Etch a fine sketch where love constructs;
Live what soul sees as wise touch heals.
Zest flavours match as heart instructs,
Aim to be bold as tale moves fest;
Charm offers smiles in journey grace,
Heap waves of gold as act frames quest;
Apt touch can style wonder you face,
Reach deeper yet with heart and soul,
Yes you can bet as love makes whole.
Leon Enriquez
03 September 2017
Singapore