Long Shoppe Poems
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Quayside bazaar
Odd artifacts;
Trinkets to go
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Poignant tune
Old memories flood;
Trip to yesterday
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Airport arrival
Homecoming route;
Mid-afternoon buzz
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Laundry lady
Dry cleaning job;
Helpful hints
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Sleepy hangover
My mother's voice;
Dreamy interlude
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Old giant rubber tree
Huge monolith;
Treasured monument
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Abrupt torrential rain
Misty blur ooze;
Traffic congestion
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Newspaper headline
Yangtze River mishap;
Death by drowning
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Mailbox arrivals
Big brown envelope;
Prize-winning certificates
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Busy arrival hall
Airport crowds loiter;
Familiar faces
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Fruit shoppe offerings
Delicious temptations;
Colourful range
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Leon Enriquez
04 June 2015
Singapore
SPRING TIME MEMORIES 2
Spring in Lijiang
Blooming flowers sparkle;
Crystal clear waters
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Snow-cap mountains
Majestic horizons;
Sky borne eagle
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Prominent ancient town
Glimpses of old China;
Modern trade-offs
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Ancient grounds glimpse
Tarry on stone bridge;
Curious feet loiter
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Common grounds
Local folks ponder;
Observe tourists intrude
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Old bazaar shoppe
Ancient gentleman smiles;
Pipe smoke patterns
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Photo snapshot
Memory milestone;
Still life ambience
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Brisk browse
Snatch good feel;
Takeaway trinkets
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Ancient village moments
Emergent present;
Fast food restaurants
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Lijiang in spring
May joy sets three days;
Heart wanders home
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Picture story
Glimpses of Lijiang;
Vivid colours dance
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Feast for the eyes
Magic moments stray;
Vivid visit
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Cobblestone lanes
Petrified tryst;
Personal memoir
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Silver everywhere
White metal textures;
Precious distractions
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Once upon a tour
Lijiang in China;
A kind host
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Winding pond
Willow tree murmurs;
Morning salutation
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Fragrant Pu-Er tea
Tasty brew invigorates;
Round roll blend
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Spring time sojourn
Far far away;
Horizons merge
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Leon Enriquez
19 August 2014
Singapore
Flowers of all sorts,
So many colours;
Floral design wrought,
Such fragrant odours.
Rose and lily fresh,
Orchids and hybrids;
Auras in a flash,
Flowery new breeds.
Carnations adorn,
Sunflower yellows;
Lavender, pom pom,
Lotus most mellow.
Lilacs most lovely,
Tulips in full bloom;
Baby Breath surely,
Perfumes fill this boom.
So many flowers,
Names fail to describe;
Such earthly showers,
Joy flavours fond bribes.
Here in this nice shoppe,
Florals ply most sweet;
Diadems and teardrops,
Flower most complete.
Flowers of all sorts,
Tell of mystery;
Joy in sweet report,
Love's vivid story.
Leon Enriquez
19 December 2014
Singapore
For our grandson Damien’s 27th birthday..
We innocently told him, “Pick the place…any place you want to eat.”
He chose The Brisket Shoppe…where their specialty is meat.
What a wonderful restaurant choice…the vegetarians in us hesitatingly said.
realizing while the rest of our family would be eating meat…
we’d be eating mac-and-cheese instead.
But this was Damien’s birthday…and as all grandparents know:
Where your grandchild wants to go on his birthday…this is where we go!
One of the beauties of our memories
is not only the exquisite way we weave them
but also…no matter where we are, how easily we retrieve them.
27 year of memories in our minds randomly found their way…
from the moment he was born to the Brisket Shoppe that day.
We remembered holding him in our arms…pushing him in a stroller
babysitting…playing in the pool…
Christmases, soccer games….more soccer games…heading off to school.
I imagine that’s why we didn’t mind going to a restaurant
where all we could eat was Mac and cheese…
because we didn’t come for the meat…
we came to taste the memories.
And by the time we were done eating…
our bellies and our minds were pleased…
filled with a little mac and cheese…and a host of memories
We are ready and already anticipating next year…
when we’ll be happy to celebrate…
another year of memories…
when Damien turns 28.
As eighth month of the year
both within Gregorian and predecessor,
the Julian calendar, where
said month originally
named Sextilis in Latin
since averred month ranked sixth
in ancient Roman calendar veer
really changed to August in honor
of Augustus Caesar
pinpointed eight Earthly
steeplechased rendezvous roundabouts
clocking viii sun danced orbitz
thru metaphorical solar turnstile,
sans common era there
after retaining a trace
of antiquity doth square
lee tug at mine olde ink
quiz hit heave egghead noggin
heady curiosity shoppe,
asper how lunar place name
linkedin as rare historical tidbit
thus, when at a loss,
what to write poem about
an unexpected brainstorm
found me not to doubt
Google when literary eureka
came to this lout
(only I own license to debase self)
just on the verge,
and ready to pout
fearing writer's block
as if creative juice
yielded nary a drop from thine figurative
fountain oft times
gushing water spout.
As a poetic foot note, aye
frequently ponder about
millenniums gone by,
and peoples, who
dotted with graveyards
of lovely bones after they did die
the four corners of the globe,
this twenty first century
chap doth espy
harem there, a debauched prurient
hot pocket of mankind
(woman too of course)
begetting, fostering, mothering
ancestors of this guy
retaining genetic characteristics
that got pooled watering
survival of the fittest well nigh.
Orchard Road buzz
Many feet zigzag;
Shopping sprees call
Zoo Night Safari park
Nocturnal wildlife stalk;
Peek beyond the dark
Bubble tea shoppe
Mind-boggling flavours;
Thirst-quenchers ply
Local zoo visit
Well-fed wildlife glowing;
National education works
Journeys end
New beginnings spur;
Scratch-and-Win ticket
So many tribes
Skin colour harmony;
That's Singapore
Paper puzzles
To decipher;
Know-how defaults
School day crowd
Not so long ago;
Blend of many colours
Momentary fragment
Experiential movement;
Seek to pry stillness
Skybridge meditation
Active brisk walking;
Mantra in motion
Leon Enriquez
01 August 2014
Singapore
Move mellow mind as touch now styles,
Yes to the feel of joy that springs.
Ink words you find that trace fond smiles,
Note how heart heals as stillness sings;
Voice visual fest in light and sound,
Embrace the poise of happy chimes;
See love work best to bless these grounds,
Truth prompts sure choice in easy rhymes.
Speak words that heal both heart and soul,
Health blooms to urge a better way;
Opt fine goodwill to trace a whole,
Peace in pure surge fondles each day;
Play faith and hope in love's grand zest,
Etch a deep scope that sculpts bright quest.
Leon Enriquez
04 January 2017
Singapore
Relaxing at Ye Olde White Horse Inn in quaint St. George's Towne,
I enjoy another rum swizzle as I watch the crimson sun go down!
Its rays cast a blush of red on fleets of sails cruising St. George's Harbour.
The soothing hiss of waves salve my soul as they roll t'ward the shore.
A magnificent display of varicoloured clouds tint the restless sea.
I sense that the Master Artist has painted this scene exclusively for me!
The rhythmic strains of calypso music wafts across the smooth lagoon.
Soon this paradise will be caressed by the mellow rays of the moon!
I amble up Shinbone Alley to the top of Fort Victoria Hill for to see,
A final glimpse of that ancient orb as it slowly sinks beneath the sea!
I meander back down Olde Maid's Lane to the Carriage Shoppe for tea,
At a quayside table to savor my beautiful Bermuda sunset reverie!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Today even the February sky is shimmering red;
a little shoppe of flower with a sign, " No Smoking, Please. "
carries my favorite roses tendered by friendly Fred...
the ones my tender and loving Valentine likes to receive.
With hundreds of pretty roses, it should be an easy task;
I browse and get lost in their beautiful colors;
Sherry approaches me noticing I hesitate to ask,
" Hi, handsome...let me help you choose the perfect roses! "
Those yellow, purple, white and blue ones don't seem to ignite fantasy,
but the flaming red ones stand out as inflamed hearts seeking passion;
" Do you like these? Are they for your fiance, or wife? She kindly asks me.
I reply with an air of mystery, " No, they are for my secret admirer, Lynn! "
Old lady walks slowly
Feeble knees jerk;
Fear of falling
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New restaurant
Delay in opening;
Manpower crunch
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Basketball court
Evening persuasions;
Sporty sweat
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Car park warden
Issues a ticket;
Overdue toll
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Old man sits idle
On cold stone bench;
Eyes curiously scan
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Little toddler greets
Adults in a lift;
Hello and Bye-bye
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Cake-making effort
Choco ganache spree;
Delicious moments
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Food court moment
Hungry eyes seek;
Meal time sustenance
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Message from Down Under
Happy Father's Day;
Lovely feelings
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Old salad buffet shoppe
Renovation works;
Menu plan change
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Words and works
Not much speed;
Silence speaks
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Feet massage
Muscles ache less;
Healing touch
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Lonely streetlamps
Way pass midnight;
Sleepy avenues
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Vibrato voice
Sings of sad times;
Pop hit perhaps
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Fond touching kiss
Abrupt reprieve;
Sorrow diluted
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Temple bells sound
Festive devotion;
Ancestors watch
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Brisk walking spree
Heart and lungs dancing;
Proactive regime
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Bills as usual
Monthly highlights;
Pay per use
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New book out
Popular subject;
One of a kind
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Lovers tryst
Cheek to cheek;
Promising future
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Leon a Enriquez
17 June 2015
Singapore