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Born in 1926
Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor
70 years upon the throne
Our Queen Elizabeth the second
Dedicated her life to us
Ne'er a scandal
Ne'er a fuss
Now ‘tis time
for all of us
To celebrate our precious Queen
She is the first
She is the last
Ne'er ever be another
God ~ save our gracious Queen
God ~ save our noble Queen
God
Save
Our
QUEEN
written to celebrate Queen Elizabeth's Platinum Jubilee Celebrations
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Show me a miracle
Or
Magic trick
And all i can think is how was it done
That is the level of sceptic i have become
With every believer comes a sceptic
Enter front and left Captain Sceptic
Sporting miracle,
Betting scandal
Predict the future,
Calculate the odds algorithm
Magic trick,
Smoke and mirrors slight of hand
If it's to good to be true it generally is
And there is no such thing in life
that's free
That doesn't come with strings attached
The greatest piece of single advice
a burns survivor ever imparts is
Read the small print fastidiously
before signing
Otherwise you are going to need the
services of a very good lawyer
Why did Donald Trump emerge,
As a presidential frontrunner?
Why did people call a businessman,
To be a political gun, a stunner?
Politics is in disrepute today,
Requiring tight legal regulation,
Because advantage has been taken,
Financially, by the means of representation.
UK politics has shown deficiency,
Recently it has blown the steed,
With the expenses scandal,
From the politicians greed.
Can we really be represented,
Understood by criminals of fraud?
When the citizen needs loved,
Not dictated to by a god.
Socialism can be respected,
In its redistribution of wealth,
There should be fewer millionaires,
To better other people’s health.
Cognate with power’s regulators,
Validate their existence,
Petition for police inquiries,
To demand rigid penitence.
The trees looked chocolate against the marshmallow snow
My eyes were downcast my mood was low
It seemed I was in a game of whack a mole
clobbered whenever I popped out of a hole.
The snow was hard packed, the sky was dark blue
I felt old despair though it all seemed new
Strong sun in the sky, cool air in my face
But memories followed like a dog on the chase.
(chorus)
Dark blue light, shine through the seam
Between the man I am and the man I've been
Live day by day, step by step
Harsh to remember, but mustn't forget
I took the side trail to Wilson Park
A sycamore tree stood with spotted bark
Its massive twisting arms were bare
It almost glowed against the air.
Above soared a lost sea gull
Outside was sharp, inside I was dull
My past hung on like an undead corpse
Couldn't tell it to leave, tell it to divorce.
Can't find a resounding excuse, just pieces
Can't explain to my nephews and nieces
Can't drag a reputation out of the mire
And burn it in a purifying fire.
Does it matter where I was framed?
Scavengers divebombing on the shamed?
Some lies were told, but facts remained
Much damage done, much honor stained
A nice veneer
Looking solid and good;
Termites devour within
Life hazards
Venture bleeding;
More vitamin M needed
Business failure
Shocking casualties;
Bankrupted parties
Spice can smell nice
But nice can tell lies;
Sometimes a vice
Impressive bungalow
Sporty car;
Heavy in debt woes
Sad but true
Vanity masquerades;
Not the real thing
Newspaper headlines
Scandal and heartbreak;
I feel sad for you
Regrets fester
Like gangrene;
Amputate the trash
Eye witness here
I watch you tumble;
Helpless to help
Impressive life
Career highlights unrivaled;
Why this bankruptcy?
Sad story
Paper described;
Can prayer alleviate?
In-between
Life and death;
Struggle for meaning
Worldly mindset
Get rich quick;
Scheming for more
Between ambition
And acquisition;
Avarice styles
To succeed well
Take failures well;
Survive persecution
Liquor and wine
Wine and dine;
Decadence flaunts
Simple vanity
Defines ambition;
Practical notions heap
And in the end
Just round the bend;
Broken trends sweep clean
Leon Enriquez
26 July 2014
Singapore
The due date approaches; the deadline looms
Irritation's in the air; annoyance fumes
A cauldron boils in every newsroom
The tension's palpable; nerves are frayed
Editors hit the ceiling
At mistakes never made
Ill winds are blowing of mounting desperation
Cooler heads giving way to righteous indignation
Utter frustration in the act of creation
Now the boss' out his mind; he's gone off the deep end
Taken it out on someone; flown right off the handle
Only to land himself head first in a scandal...
So remember, all you newsies, stay under control
Not blowing up's your primary goal
Meet your deadline; don't forfeit your soul
Socialization
When does socialization become sexualization?
When does socialization become sabotaging?
Socialization isn't sexualization
Socialization isn't sabotaging
Saboteur isn't a socialist
Socialization isn't sacrilege
A socialist isn't a sacrosanct
Socialism isn't sadism
A sadist isn't a socialist
Salacious isn't socialization
Socialization isn't admitting safe sex
A satanic isn't a socialist
A socialist isn't a scandal monger
Screwy isn't socialization
A socialist will not be scruffy
Socialization isn't scurrilous
Seamy isn't socialization
Seduction isn't socialization
A socialist isn't seductress
Sociality is morality..
©® 27/12/17... Junaid Abdul Wakeel. #YoungWriter
November rains
Monsoon starts wet;
Nature redecorates
~~~~~~~~~
Orchard Road stretch
Decked for Christmas;
Good for business
~~~~~~~~~
So sad this scandal
Funds embezzled;
Ego versus love
~~~~~~~~~
Love works well
Yes you can tell;
Cash now casts spells
~~~~~~~~~
Sound song and dance
Can mesmerise;
Glitzy paradise
~~~~~~~~~
Once upon a tale
That gospel sway;
Now corruption steals
~~~~~~~~~
Sad, sad refrains
Pain comes to snort;
Empty counts gain
~~~~~~~~~
Hollywood cheer
Baubles at Christmas;
Weary world in tears
~~~~~~~~~
Write words
Wave wins;
Wrong works
~~~~~~~~~
No matter what
Happens right now;
Love keeps loving
~~~~~~~~~
Jolly greets holly
Year-end reasons;
Joyful blessings greet
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
15 November 2014
Singapore
Since the corona
Faith in humanity
Is lost outta door now
Smearing safety protocol
Under the carpet now
The right to live not upheld
Brings out all kinds scandal ish
The look in their eyes so devilish
A staff nurse came with the flu on shift
Announced to us as patients
Fate brought me and Ismail's lives
A battle for survival
Coz his immune was down
He'd developed a fever
Then he remembers
The nurse's revelation
Made us out to be rebels
Ismail was tested for corona first
They've used my disability against me
With the Lord's help I fought back on
I tested negative I serve a God
He is alive and well
Coz of Him we ain't no
Dead men with no tale to tell
Now ain't no sunshine
Coz it's on
Now it is July
This I'm bringing back
I ain't hitting no road Jack!
You might be 'Gatesville melomed
You're gonna let anyone think
I was a pot that cracked
I Just brought out facts
Form:
Old Mr. Nicholson
totters across the town square
to the barbershop where
Clive has cut his hair
for the last forty years or so
Not hardly needing
even a trim
but pretending
he has a reason besides
the gossip waiting within
Inside, the shop smells like hair tonic
shaving cream and old leather
and the only noticeable things
that Clive's changed
in the last forty years
are the calendar, magazines
and gumball machine
Tall and gaunt, Clive stoops and
shuffles around the shop
a bit slow and shaky, but still
the cheapest and best around
as he drawls out the latest
scuttlebutt from all over town
Harry Van Hoorn leans
sideways in the old barber chair
hanging on every word like an old hound
ears flapping in the breeze
making an odd squinchy face as he
holds back a sneeze
bits of loose hair tickling his nose
While old Arnie Bruner
broods in the corner
his usual sour-faced self
like an old prune
all wrinkled and dried up
without a single good thing to say
“Well, hello Ed!” Clive stops and says
as Mr. Nicholson sidles in
he amiably waves his comb in the air
continuing to work on Harry's hair
thoroughly ignored as he
continues to speak
“Long time, no see!” Harry sings out
even though they were both
in here just last week
“Hiya Harry!” Mr. Nicholson says
in his high-pitched little whine
“Have you heard about-”
“Oh wait, lemme guess-” Arnie breaks in
in his growly bass
“...it's about that place... next door to-”
“Jim and Grace” Harry cuts in
“No, I was going to say-”
Mr. Nicholson chirps
a bit snappily
“It must be about Jenny Mae...”
Harry chortles gleefully
“No, it's gotta be about Faye!-”
Arnie belts out grumpily
Meanwhile, they're missing
all the scorching details
of the greatest scandal
as Clive croons on
amid the din
of his gabby, blabby customers
each desperate
to get a word in
Back and forth, in and out
with bickers and shouts
hums, warbles, trills, groans
solos and accidental duets
their crazy cacophony has become
a funny (albeit gossipy) kind
of barbershop quartet!