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The Greatest Show on Earth
Mr. Pik lived alone, across our street -
All the kids knew him, dressed up so neat;
Mr. Pik loved the circus – every kind -
Each year, in our mailbox, tickets, we’d find;
So much excitement - growing every day -
Circus, the topic, when we went to play.
We watched the clock tick away afternoon -
Finally night came - for us none too soon.
Girls dressed in dresses - shoes - patent leather -
Boys in bow ties - no matter the weather;
Families scrunched in old station wagons -
Sounding just like an asthmatic dragon;
Seven miles from the big top we could taste
Popcorn and peanuts, oh please, do make haste;
Ladies and gentlemen, look here and see
The ringmaster pointed us to ring three;
First came the clowns with red funny noses
Squirting the crowd – water from fake roses;
Next, the acrobats riding sleek horses,
Purples plumes on their heads – never off course;
Lions and tigers - elephants, oh my -
Animals exotic paraded by;
Walkers on tightropes left us all breathless –
Covered our eyes, watching never the less;
Finally the last act – our hearts would seize -
Daring young man on the flying trapeze;
Sleepy eyes closing on the ride home -
Night at the circus so like a poem;
Rollicking, boisterous evening of mirth
Mr. Pik’s gift – the greatest show on earth.
Every year our neighbor, Mr. Pik - a widower - would treat the neighborhood to a night at the circus.
I know thought has changed about having wild animals in the circus but in my childhood they were a part of the show.
5/2/20
Now and here see:
I hide and wait.
Can words find me
Early not late?
Lines of words cry:
What do I see?
Hear echoes sigh
For what may be.
Verse in swift strides:
Create new space.
Why this joy ride
As zest grooms trace.
Word scripts now tease:
Hear humour draft.
Seize apt deep peace
In puzzle craft.
Rhymes blush in time:
Watch feelings flame.
Mimes in burst rhymes
Conjure not blame.
Words mellow strains:
Meaning seeds thought.
Bear with odd pain
That echoes lot.
Each stanza fires:
Neat playful sip.
Words now attire
An inner peep.
Listen dear heart:
Poetry can hurl.
Hear music start
As tensions curl.
Leon Enriquez
09 December 2017
Singapore
Bound under a revolving pain
Holding up my chin to prove am happy,
swirling up inside my own shell
haunted by the same feelings I held dear
Crying for relief as I dangle under the cliff of my own mind
Chained and buried in a sea of endless prejudice
I gasp under my hair,
Holding back droplets of tears that I wish
could just fall and set me free.
I disappoint my own self,
with every drop of tears, now an ocean.
With just a blink, my emotions are my enemy
One I will never rid myself of
And still, they never seize to negotiate with my actions.
The rain indeed hides tears,
The hours I wish they could just run freely
And comfort me.
I am my own stress, so I learnt, from the fragments of my wasted heartaches which grabs hold of my frail trembling heart
and pushes me back into thoughts I burnt and faded the ashes into the air
Could I be anymore crazier to crave for things that disrespect my feelings?
So I lay aimless in total surrender of feelings I cannot resist nor forget
Hope is my only friend; as I, my only nightmare!
On the feathers of the flowery heart
I try to ignite the candle of spring
I try to seize the light of a silent sigh
I try to embrace the untold language
I try to kiss the burning cold moon
On the petals of withered tears
I amble for the great poetic stream
I search for a grave rhythmic verse
I merge into the erotic seed of nature
I dive into the sober inlet of the Triveni
On the glittering ink of the gypsy time
Reviving elixir has inflamed into venom
Ethereal feelings nestle in the lazy mind
Scratched time sprouts the root of past
Not defeated but I lost in the dumb town
In the lane of mirage life is time’s clown
©Mahtab Bangale
08th January, 2025
Chattogram
~Captain William Kidd~
(Narrative )
Once a long time ago there was a great Scottish pirate
And his name was Captain William Kidd,
Legend has it that he was fearless and he couldn't wait
To get his hands full in all the loot, somewhere he's hid.
King William of England praised him the highest, first-rate
And said "My dear Captain Kidd, he's the best and he's so great"
Of course he did everything the King told him to do and it was agreed
And gave him more honors and ships, for piracy to lead.
History and legend portrays him often as bloody and ruthless,
But I think that maybe that wasn't all true
Of course he sank many ships and their loots he did seize;
And many of his foes finally with his sword he also slew.
Captain Kidd! Captain Kidd!
Where are all the charts that you drew, and all the loot that you've stole?
Captain Kidd! Captain Kidd!
You'd sailed away so many times, in victory with all that gold.
Captain Kidd! Captain Kidd!
You're in big trouble, where's that treasured Island that you drew?
Captain Kidd! Captain Kidd!
Your crew sailed without you and that made you so blue.
Captain Kidd! Captain Kidd!
Sail Away! Sail Away! Sail Away!
Before they come back, and do away with your head, Captain Kidd
Sail away! Sail Away! make it quick, just sail away.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2001-2005
January.03.2016
Author's notes:
Captain William Kidd (c. 22 January 1645 – 23 May 1701)
He was a Scottish sailor who was tried and executed for piracy.
Time decrease that we should seize
each moment in our hand,
for the moment is the only thing
that we can understand.
The past and future don't exist
except within the mind,
the moment is the only time
that we will ever find.
We're born within the moment
and live moments in a line
and will make our final exit
in a moment of our time.
So as we live each moment
we should hold it in our hand,
for our dreams live in that moment
and will drift away like sand.
Ivor G Davies
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The moment created this second, is a moment that's going to last.
It lives the full spectrum of time, the future, the present and past.
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Life is a gift so rare,
A journey that we all must share,
A chance to love, to laugh, to learn,
To make the most of every turn.
Life is a precious thing indeed,
A seed that grows, a planted seed,
A chance to bloom and thrive and shine,
To seize the day and make it mine.
Life is a mystery, deep and wide,
A path that we must all decide,
A chance to follow where it leads,
To plant new roots and sow new seeds.
Life is a journey, a winding road,
A story waiting to be told,
A chance to love and to be loved,
To soar on wings like a snow-white dove.
Life is a moment, fleeting and fast,
A blink of an eye, it doesn't last,
A chance to make the most of time,
To live each day like it's sublime.
Life is a teacher, wise and true,
A mentor that will guide us through,
A chance to learn from every pain,
To dance in sunshine and in rain.
Life is a blessing, a precious thing,
A symphony that we must sing,
A chance to find our inner voice,
To make a difference and rejoice.
Life is a gift, a treasure to hold,
A story that is yet untold,
A chance to write our destiny,
To live our lives so full and free.
So cherish every moment, every day,
And let your heart and soul come out to play,
For life is precious, a gift so rare,
A journey that we all must share.
Faith In Self
Strong faith in self, a priceless attribute
for great success in finding jobs that pay;
yet, some 'untruths' can fortify the route
to opportunities that come one's way.
So long ago, my father had to choose
to tell a falsehood 'bout his expertise
and took a long-shot gamble, win or lose,
this job for him was possible to seize.
At seventeen, he worked the farm. Inspired,
he sought a side job building a bridge span.
Said yes to know-how driving trucks, was hired;
self-taught himself, and aptitude began.
Just like a pro, he mastered his new task,
and won the gamble saying 'yes' when asked.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: There Is A Brighter Side
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 01/28/2018
True story; 1930, my dad was 17.
A shaman priestess
Is deep in thought
Engaged in Meditation
on the fate
Of the earth
She is deep in the cosmic woods
In the world between worlds
Where she is communing
With the spirits of the universe
Who listen to her tale of woe
She tells them
Of the rise of the neo fascists
And the refusal to address
The possible end of the world
Due to run away climate change
She prays and prays
And finally
She receives an answer
More a prediction
It is all up to humans
She has two visions
Of a possible future
Two contrasting visions
One a dystopian nightmare
The other an optimistic vision
The first
The neo fascists
Seize control
And usher in a dystopian nightmare
That ends with utter destruction
Nuclear war
Nuclear winter
Ends climate change
As civilization ends
And mankind retreat to caves
And it happens
In a blink of an eye
In less than five years
The world will end
Game over civilization ends
The second vision
The optimistic vision
Humanity wakes up
From their collective night mare
Throws off the neo fascist cabal
And begin to change the world
Making the economy works
For all of us
Not just the corrupt 1 percent
The so-called masters of the Universe
They are overthrown
In a people’s power revolution
All over the world
People wake up
Demand change
And slowly the world
Begins to recover
And overcome
The dark hours
Of the present age
The shaman priestess
Returns home
To spread the word
It up to us
To choose our fate
The end is indeed near
It is darker than you think
But it is not over yet
If we choose the path
Of the cosmic light
And overthrow
The neo-fascist cabal
And restore democracy
And peace will break out
And all will end well
If not
Well she says
You have been warned
The universe has spoken
So, mote it be
april 16 poem for April Poetry Challenge
BAMBOO VEIL 5
Ancient tree
Weathered wisdom;
Stillness presides
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Dawn hurls
Sparkling buzz;
Illumination
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Old man sits
Observes happenings;
Walkway detour
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Toddlers congregate
Playground frolic;
Glee greets wonder
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Hawker food
Queues winding;
Mealtime economics
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Modern day buddha
Meditative moods;
Dazzling radiance
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Cease to desire
Empty concessions;
Seize enlightenment
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Church sermon
Grace instructs;
Truth sets free
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There is a law
Beyond our flaws;
Love heals
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
17 October 2016
Singapore