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Premium Member Haiku Moments 23

Aqueous darkness
Rainy windowpane;
Warm shelter

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Journey joys
Sublime moments;
Ages ago

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Words unfurl
Paradoxical lot;
Decipher feeling

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Haughty culture
Arrogance limps;
Self-indulgent

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Old man
Blank stares hint;
Lonely devotion

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Watering hole
Crowded after hours;
Funny monkeys

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Kitchen fuss echoes
Meal time crackle;
Feisty commotion

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Bedroom window
Darkness outside;
Lonely feeling

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November moments
Monsoon arrives;
Punctual wetness

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Day slips away
Sudden dark swift;
Deserted walkways

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Eerie lamp-post
Old halogen glow;
Ghostly coldness

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Words fail
Music fiesta;
Jazzy sensorial

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Old black car
On the verge;
Arrival and departure

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Spinal back stabs
Nerve injury hammers;
Excruciating hurts

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Sorry picture
Robot-man slithers;
Painful cough punctures

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Leon Enriquez
23 November 2016
Singapore
Form: Haiku


Measles

Measles, mumps and chicken pox,
Insidious diseases,
Were all a part of childhood,
Paired with earaches, strep and sneezes.

But that was many years ago
And scientists have found
The vaccinations needed
So those germs won’t get around.

Except in some communities
Where parents do refuse
To inoculate their children
Due to controversial views.

So new cases of the measles,
Once now gone, have reappeared
And now hundreds are infected,
Which the health officials feared.

To the anti-vaccinators,
With your self-indulgent ways,
You’re infringing on your neighbors;
Sometimes selfishness betrays.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member i can’t dance alone

It’s a broken world
we need imperfect solutions
and there are plenty of questions

is it even possible to correct systemic
problems with individual solutions?

I recycle, so everything’s ok, ya?

some would usher in a revolution
while others would stand pat, thinking
they can marginally beat the house

the young believe the old are problematic,
out of touch and largely to blame for the world
the old push back on youthful, impractical,
self-indulgent and self-righteous idealisms

both groups must eventually wrestle with thorny questions

I doubt we could all agree on a short manifesto
or even a pithy rallying cry.
How about something brutal, almost offensive?

Dylan Thomas suggested we rage against the dying of the light,
but then again, it seems that's all we do these days—rage.

There’s a Korean concept called hwabyung,
or “burning sickness”—an intense, suppressed rage
that can blind and destroy us if we’re not careful

Science says we face a direct and bludgeoning future,
that we must be tenacious with the next phase of our evolution
—but must we be adults? Science is so 2014, and we’re all so smart.
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Songs for this:
Dance the Night Away by The Mavericks
I Hope You Dance by Lee Ann Womack

Premium Member One More Song

Thank you, Jackson Browne,
and somehow "I get the joy 
of rediscovering you"

Thank you, Journey,
and I am 'Faithfully'  
learning the lines
of the highways of life

"Wheels go round and round
in my mind"

I will "sleep alone
tonight"
this poem of various songs
will not translate 
to tangible meaning for you

the men I love 
stopped listening
to my poems and songs
I did and didn't write
but continue to dance to 

in silk skirts from consignment
stores that make me feel
like a success story 
or an extra in a movie

I have quarters to my name,
cheap jokes and receipts 

J.B invited me
to "stay, just a little bit longer"

and my "mother don't mind,
and the union don't mind"

and "please, please, please
say you will"

I have half an hour 
to be self-indulgent,
and romantic

How long do you have
to play?
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The Watchers

They stay in the background
 stating a useless union still self-centered
 powerless, ill-prepared, inept entity of promises,
 the verbiage of false hopes with all the dos and donts,

watching, waiting, predicting, and anticipating
 another's demise into servitude rationalized
 with lie and innuendo, pseudo promises, outright lie,
 treaties made never intended to be kept;

an envious and jealous desire of possession 
 over control, land and people, ever transitory
 it never seems to end, forgetful of history's lessons
 never once learning the realities of truth;

self-indulgent arrogance and ignorance
 internal self-gratification to be more
 bound by useless rhetoric and threat
 and the human race reverts ever backward;

how long do we watch from distant shores?
 as humanity fades into the past aggressions
 back to the dust and earth in regression
 of time in restart?
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As I Have Known

Tell me, oh Observer, 
Or need you not, 
As I have known!

Have I wasted my years on useless words?
Because sometimes I feel I am losing the magic touch,
Because sometimes I feel you are closing us away
Have I been too frivolous, too much of a child?
I beseech you, see me through!

For here is some truth, Seeker
I had no time to be a child
I had no chance to be wild
My brothers and sisters thrashed and squirmed
They were self-indulgent, and heartily reckless
I learned from them,
To mediate
To close it away
Disintegrate
To lose myself in quiet leadership

Until now, until comfort crossed my threshold, 
I had no means of crawling
I had solid food I could barely swallow
And the dirt was forced down my throat
I was bloated in the filth
In the probing of these children
I was made open, and raw
I was made pleasured, and confused

Tell me, oh Observer, 
Or need you not, 
As I have known!

Have you now turned away from me,
When I have finally found this inner child? 
Because I am craving your eyes upon me again
I am craving the way your soul stirs within
Have I driven you away? 
Are my clouds not enough gray?
I implore you, see me through! 

The thunder pounds into me
Their hands hold me down
I am writhing in the grip of adulthood
I am blinded in the sea of doubt

Receiver, my love, my friend
Tell me this—
Have I never known? 
Will I yet shimmer amongst the grime?
I want to discover what you have longed of me
I want you to believe in me
And from this prison,
I want to be free…

Premium Member Secret of Man

I’m not swimming but drowning 									
I’m not laughing but crying										
I’m not dressed but naked										
I’m not wealthy but penniless 										
I’m not a father but an abandoned child.

These thoughts are selfish,										
self indulgent thus not spoken.										
These are the thoughts 										
that men do not speak in the open.
									
Harboring this weight 										
throughout the days 											
gives me strength 											
so I don’t lose my way. 
											
Being masked 												
yet unmasked to all 											
gives me confidence, courage 										
to plow forward and meet my call.
																						I draw from this aura 											
to contain my inward battles, 										
thus more confidence grows										 
with increasing courage and strength. 									
This cycle has how it’s always been.

Thus being a man.
Form: Rhyme

Outrage

I am at odds with this world 
bearing ill will towards all,
There’s a moral outrage brewing 
in me that I’m unable to constrain.

It’s like I am on a crusade to
right the wrongs of modern society
and punish those responsible.
To exact revenge on those who
have soiled the fabric of society.

Unbeknownst to me, 
this seething resentment 
is raging deep within my soul
towards the self-serving society—
This unabashed hedonistic wasteful culture,
indifferent to the plights of the downtrodden,
Pursuing pleasure and good life while
the populace at large die of hunger.

Some people wallow in luxury and extravagance--
They hoard, they feast, they overindulge,
unconcerned with the plight of multitude living in 
squalid condition deprived of basic human needs.

Yeah, there’s a rage within me
and I am hell bent 
on smacking the world down.
There’re people in it who are evil and deceitful,
Selfish, corrupt, arrogant, marauders
and self-indulgent thugs.
I like to put them in a chokehold and
squeeze the life out of this egotistical lot.

Lord, it’s time to unleash upon the world,
The Four Horsemen of Apocalypse!


~09/21/21
~Contest: "O" (Outrage)
~Sponsor: Constance La France

Premium Member Nero, The Incendiary

Hail, the doorway keen on the known world ... theme wails attention,
time of roses' blooms cower ... usurped magentas, aloof maroons,
for the flight of the gossamers ... assume benefits of the whole.

Latial premise culture ... tastes upland and coastal regions,
a frequency of single-mindedness ... surrendering taught thoughts,
as the virginal breed ... practices gifts unerringly.

Motherly cling to the high order ... the lap of power,
Emperor Augustus's Agrippina ... hails a league lineage,
the first passed adoption papers ... history at two years of age.

Emperor Claudius handheld Lucious ... heir apparent,
timely obligations convene ... Praetorians and the Senate,
youth rules ... Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus

A singularity ventures ... shadows accomplish deeds,
airs cultural growth, diplomacy, trade ... and games of sporting chance,
distractions for feeble minds ... a mother, a wife, bled graven vows.

Minds of the destitute clamors ... affluence hushed from rears,
slaves dying daily ... entertained popularized its purposes,
at slave's expense, and Rome's aristocracy ... via taxation.

Rome burns for Nero's 'Golden House'... Christians blamed for flames,
rumors swapped clamors ... Emperor Galba aids Senator Vindex,
Christian deaths were wrongful ... Nero lost popular support.

Nero ruled known enemy ... condemned to death in absentia,
negatives fly ... as tyrannical, self-indulgent, and debauched,
he flees Rome ... 9 June AD 68, commits suicide.
Form: Sijo

Judgment

“But because of your stubbornness and your unrepentant heart, you are storing up wrath against yourself for the day of God’s wrath, when his righteous judgment will be revealed.”                          ~Romans 2:5-11                                                                                                                    
                                                                
I am at odds with this world 
bearing ill will toward all,
There’s a moral outrage brewing 
within me that I’m unable to constrain…
A scream I cannot voice,
A pain I suffer in silence.

It’s like I am on a crusade to
right the wrongs of the people
and punish those responsible,
To exact revenge on those who
have soiled the fabric of our society.

Unbeknownst to me, 
this seething resentment 
is raging deep within my soul
toward the self-serving segment —  
This unabashed hedonistic wasteful culture
indifferent to the plights of the downtrodden,
Pursuing pleasure and good life 
while the populace at large die of hunger.

Some wallow in luxury and extravagance--
They hoard, they feast, they overindulge,
unconcerned by the plight of the multitude
living in a squalid condition 
deprived of the basic human needs.

Yeah, there’s a rage within me
and I am hell-bent 
on smacking the world down.
There’re people in it who are evil and deceitful,
selfish, corrupt, arrogant, marauders,
warmongers and self-indulgent thugs.
I like to put them in a chokehold and
squeeze the life out of this egotistical lot...

Lord, it’s time to unleash upon the world
the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse. 


~03/04/23
~Contest: Writing Challenge "J" words
~Sponsor: Constance La France

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