Long Seafront Poems
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When a poem speak in confidence
That is how I walked the street of Brooklyn
me, a poem of mystery, a bite senility
in my sensate world:
I know that my pride, can over shadow
Never ride ones pride. Especially when the
price of victory is high but so are the rewards.
Did our former leader congratulate the new President?
Maybe I missed that too, pride is born in the heart
Ego is born in the mind: today is November 10th 2020:
My job can be so frustrating at times,
during these times of uncertainty
I have to push on to have a joyful moment at the work place
Give thank in all circumstances, but I will never uttered
That is God work: it was because of my inner fears.
That led me to stay as long as I did at the seafront:
The world feels lighter these days,
Satan power is lessening,
Death has lost its sting ( 1 Corinthians 15:55
For the first time in this country
A black female is the vice president of America
And what bring a smile on my face,
She attend the same college as my younger daughter
Howard University.. Thumps up !
When I was a teenager, I went swimming late one night
In the cold water down the harbor Road,
A poem was created that night, little did I knew
Here I am rehashing those memories…..
A happy mood clouds our judgement
Words, words, images and the truth
Michael might not remember, but I remember,
The city lights and the whispering of the wind:
My shivering slender body was a poem inside and out:
When my poems speak in confidence, I walk, the walk
In the street of Brooklyn..
Taking the bus down the Clyde coast
to the lovely coastal town of Largs
where there is a walk along the seafront
often the winds blowing so many flags
There are nice grassy slopes around
bringing greenery to the fore
also, seats are periodically placed
for the not so fit who can't do more
Let's get walking and enjoy the views
there's so much to see that's all the rave
all along the path, there's sea to see
so glorious a sight of deep blue waves
Now there's the pencil within your view
this large stone shaped like a pencil
it goes right up to twenty-one metres
protected as a listed building not coincidental
Now we've reached our destination
it's turn around to walk the way back
enjoy all the views again will see
a lovely afternoon spent on the track
(Largs' in Scotland most famous monument is The Pencil, situated at the south end of the Prom, near to Largs Marina. The Pencil was built in 1912, to commemorate the Battle of Largs 1263, when the Scots defeated King Haco of Norway's troops on the shore at Largs after the 160 longships got caught in a storm.)
Start wondering
Awesome miracles speak;
True hearts know
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Calm morning floats
Temporary silence;
Noise ushers toil
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In-between worlds
Cross over now;
Departure awaits
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Words on paper
Strains meander;
Touching pulse
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Voice beyond voice
Silent rapture thrills;
Word beyond words
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Down the winding road
Heavy footfalls;
Darkness masquerades
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Grand old lady
Hurling haiku moments;
Touch of magic
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Poise in sure voice
Brief lines saunter;
No need to rush
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City skyline
Sunset horizon;
Nightfall curtains
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Seafront view
Cityscape deserted;
Evening descends
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Write a haiku
Stack a senryu;
Spirits move
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Leon Enriquez
01 November 2014
Singapore
A man and woman meet a pup.
They look down and he looks up.
It’s love at first sight, they all feel the same.
Now it’s time to think of a name.
Two weeks later, a brand new home.
Things to chew and space to roam
And after running here and there,
He lays down under the garden chair.
A year goes by and baby makes four.
Little puppy’s not so sure.
So while they tend to baby boy,
Jealous doggy steals a toy.
A truce is called and friendship starts.
A meeting of two gentle hearts.
Boy in highchair, dog underneath
Stealing food despite no teeth.
Walks with buggies in the park,
Round the houses in the dark
School run, seafront, through the wood
‘Stop that barking, please be good’
Moving on and moving home
Two kindred dodgers of the comb
Boy walks dog. Dog walks boy
Running back and full of joy.
The boy grows up, the dog gets slow
And even though it’s hard to know
It’s like he says ‘This time’s for you,
You go on, I can’t come too’
Now hearts are broke but one’s at rest
The furry boy we loved the best
Bring back the bark and the claws on the ground
The absence of dog is an awful sound
An old stone cottage stands on the seafront
Abandoned and alone
Windows covered in sea salt and cobwebs
Its history and story unknown
A small white cottage with good bones
That has weathered many a storm
Now unloved and neglected
Still stands steadfast ,proud, yet sadly forlorn
A large stone fireplace graces the front room
Blackened by the years that have withstood the test of time
Giving warmth and comfort to many a soul
Comfort so sublime
I wonder who resided here
Was it a happy home
Was it alive , full of love and laughter
Or harbouring sadness and secrets unknown
I would love to sit inside this cottage
Light the fire and share a cup of tea
So the cottage could tell me its story
Of life as it used to be
A story perhaps of long lost secrets
One of intrigue and mystery
Or maybe just a simple tale
Of a loving family
In appreciation and gratitude for story told
A cuddle it would be
I would visit time and again for the warmth of its fire
And to share another cup of tea!
I have a question for you
Would you like
To skate with me
To roll down the avenue?
We could be like the famous blue hedgehog
Running miles
Dashing onwards at the speed of light
From the top of the Green Hill
Down to the glimmering seafront
We’ll cut across the cityscape
Eagerly searching for thousands of shimmering gems
That touch every hue of the rainbow
And fill the sky with a radiant glow
And we can stay like this
From the first spark of sunrise
To the last trace of sunset
Until the day gives way
To an endless starry night
A breathtaking sight
Of glistering blue lights
You walk on the slimy soil of fragile fame,
as slippery as the sliding mud in the rain,
with feet encased in fuzzy socks and crocs,
you trample the uncertain fashioned ground.
You stroll along the seafront of secluded show,
make footprints on the sands of self-styled beach,
but as the tides of time rush on and on,
these are washed away to the realm of obscurity.
The surge of the breaking waves splits the heart,
you see the soiled feet stripped to the skin bare,
walking alone in the corridor of stark reality,
your forsaken fashion finds nobody to attract.
June 15, 2021
Contest : Fuzzy Socks And Crocs
Sponsor : Francine Roberts
I am often in nature
Nature where I pace through jungles.
Jungles where I breathe concord
Concord that undertones through shrubberies
Shrubberies that crib sunshine
Sunshine gets on with my soul.
My soul takes me to a seafront to observe water
Water swells dance across the river
River echoing firmament and reveries
Reveries that float like smokes
Smokes bring me home.
Home where I hear my children’s enjoyment.
Enjoyment that rolls from their temperaments
Temperaments that beat with surprises
Surprises that silhouette my optimism
Optimism opens again in me and in all of us
Poem by N. Mugisho
As I took the right turn, lo, the crescent
Like Urdu letters but pink and silken
From two mountains meandering descent
Raw hues of hours dark and blue keep folding
As I kept my raised eyes hooked to rivers
A shining swing of swords like the sliced moon
In polkas of blood a dark blue shiver
From red jungles comes up a meaty Hun
Then all of a sudden the grudging sky
Came down in rains washing the whole vista
Chin on elbows, children, who danced so high
All flames went back in the gladiola
At the seafront mighty waters were sands
My face I held with ailing wrinkled hands
27 June 2019
The world lies silently sleeping
The day of judgement has come
This day is one of awe and wonder
But feared by many and none
I looked out across the seafront
The waters calm and still
Across the meadow was quiet
Nothing stirred on the hill
Everything was holding its breath
Nothing dare speak or move
Everything waiting, waiting
To see what it’s made to prove
Had we as a world, as one and all
Done enough to make it through?
Only the one who judges and knows
Could tell us what really was true
Fire would consume us all
Or feathers protect us from fate
Depending on the judgement
All we could do was wait
Then very softly from the sky
The feathers, through air and trees
The one who judges sent the sign
And everything moved with ease
The end of days as we knew them
Time to start over and new
The judge had passed his sentence
Repayment was now due