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Close Encounters of the Best Kind
Anon celebrations plumb us adjusts,
preceding months were more compatible,
familial presence friends superfluous,
plain chat wheedles a bit less fragmental,
pooled consciousness markup valuable,
fruitful homily affect harmony,
ripes present blooms extended courtesy,
besieged turkey banquet crowds Christmas trees,
stanch observance occasions normalcy,
camaraderie and oneness appease.
Tis the choice of annuals hails bonus,
each control themselves appropriately,
contrasts ne'er build or they'd be a Jonas,
dovetail twirls a sensitive filigree,
our kindred tree naught a Genesis tree,
naught muddled rundowns so microscopic,
yarns curled scripts that were kaleidoscopic,
ensnared eyes courteous ears learn the spiels,
showpiece manifest substantive topic,
closing in prayer banks where heaven deals.
2021 November 03
Spring starts the year with soft flowers
Sometimes brought with gentle showers
Air fragrant with scents that devours
Hues so bright and bold that glowers
Green grass which also empowers
Rabbits hide in brush and cowers
Blue skies show their calming powers
Buds seem to open through the hours
Winter waves goodbye through scourers
Spring’s beautiful tales are all ours
~
Summer opens with stunned fervor
Welcome sun rays that do nurture
Beach trips that add life preserver
Roses in much shades add favor
Small cookouts bring the server
Birds fly past to gently murmur
Kids buy cones in every flavor
Trimming hedges seems so clever
Lawns are mown for the observer
Summer’s joy, the perfect merger
~
Autumn creates a sense of peace
With leaves falling softly to cease
Limbs stark and naked to decease
Mums create a vivid showpiece
Lakes say sad goodbyes to the geese
The crunch of the leaves does increase
Bouncing in raked leaves is caprice
Some take nature walks without fleece
These cheerful blushes are so nice
Autumn’s certainly God’s showpiece
~
Winter brings in the harsh weather
As the birds may lose a feather
Horses bridled with smooth leather
Gigs throw snow round altogether
Some ride sleds that they will tether
Cardinals trust the snow measure
Many love snow days much better
It seems nice to wear a sweater
Ice hangs down from eaves together
Winter’s blessings are a treasure
~
Spring’s forests fill with wildflowers
A time that brings no wallflowers
Summer’s sunshine is a searcher
Some days bring about a scorcher
Autumn brings about a new lease
For a season shared with a niece
Winter’s clear skies last forever
Reminding us to take shelter
God’s paintbrush portrays the seasons
Showing us He has His reasons
October 7, 2019
LUDix-Rym Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lu Loo
[Verse 1]
Paired a vision, windowpane a maze
A streak of moonlit, a daylight-saving Scarborough
A shrug and a diglossic letting down
What is in it, taciturn?
[Chorus]
The glass went for a dancing duo
Felt utterly a lone complain
Paired a vision, windowpane a maze
I press my palm against the frame
[Verse 2]
A sandstorm twister had a sinister route
En route, a fancy turning out
The dormant cause pinpointed too
As always they woo, sung high
To be or not to be, a question
Went unanswered for ages, forever more
The shuffling diva on the bent chase
A brittle for a whistle blower
[Verse 3]
A painstaking saga in strife along the shore
On the corridor, a pondering meander
To end the zigzag after zigzag
Oncoming uproar, under the door
A pail of solar solitude
A sash lowered and the windowpane
A body, a showpiece of a fossilized artifact
In an unknown soul, long gone
[Bridge]
A miracle lit up the moonlit solar zeal
And the jack, a one-man procession
The solar deemed and the miracle of the kindled
A moon-river delight
Never to be a heal, to have the Santorini axis
Without a compassion, a compensating word
To refrain, to refrain
[Chorus]
The glass went for a dancing duo
Felt utterly a lone complain
Paired a vision, windowpane a maze
I press my palm against the frame
[Outro]
A streak of moonlit, a daylight-saving Scarborough
A shrug and a diglossia letting down
What is in it, taciturn?
(Dedication: For Dr Ram Mehta.)
Morning light
Spreads divine psalm --
Touch of zest
By this stone bench
Sleeping cat purrs --
Feline dreamscapes
That old man sits alone
Strange neighbour --
Thoughtful wanderings
Sadness in shock:
Food court bankrupt --
Ghost town feeling
Dress fitting session
Bridal gowns, smart suits --
A lovely affair
Just because
You said so --
Let it be then
Brief excursion
Nowhere near --
Beyond conflict
Open agenda
This showpiece --
Mood swing construct
Cheer wears a face
Serious as glee;
Smiles punctuate
For many hours
This wait upon --
Something new perhaps
Meal time in-between
Lunch and dinner --
Not quite the same
Gifts freely given
Notice brisk gratitude --
Thoughtful intent
Style a smile
Wait a while --
Cheer now piles
Explore fringes
Curiosity peeks --
Discovery sublime
Leon Enriquez
05 June 2014
Singapore
for far too long now
he had bottled up his emotions
stuck reason to his wavelength
and built an intricate structure
in the glass bottle of his mind
a real showpiece emerged
crafted by a master sail maker
a museum piece of an anchor however
and a bell that refused to ring
so tightly was the voyage enclosed
static it towered on a fire place surround
with other less prominent trinkets
a skinny laughing Buddha and some
Russian dolls mocking his very own
Potemkin villages and a bottle of Vodka
when the vessel hit rocks once more again
and descended into an underworld of passion
it crashed on a lighthouse in passing
and the beam of confusion burnt
a hole in the glass shelter
disfigurement shone until the bottle
emerged from its molten ruins
in the shape of a lifebuoy
he had always thought that
one pull on the life line
which raised powerful trim
would adapt to winds and slackened lull
easily at the push of pure will
illusions in doldrums and thunder
storms fair weather and dolphins
rocking his boat taught him
to swim on his own
search for sea shells and driftwood
and a hut on the beach
the best part about his construction
was that the old ship had never been
seaworthy and that trial and tested error
had been worth a passage of terror
now pacified and calm near the shoreline
23rd October 2021
Friends congregate
Party mood trickles;
Familiar laughter drowns
Once upon
A dream come true;
Foreign expectations
Invest shoppe
Moments meander;
Burst of high tide
Moaning and groaning
Kettle steam retorts;
Morning brew transits
So many words
Unsaid, unheard;
Uneasy non-conversation
Awkward these glances
Feelings suspended;
Anticipation ignored
Simple ritual
By this park bench;
Watching time doing nothing
Path of sure ease
If you please;
Leave plot behind
Corner shop
Selling ***** goods;
Curious onlookers
Chinatown haunts
Quaint shoppes;
Random walk-ins
Ancient goods
Antiquity packaged;
Modern labels flaunt
Things Oriental
Goods and services;
Tipping welcome
Geylang highlights
Ancient evenings;
By plumeria scents
This new stadium
Spectacular showpiece;
Sports illustrated
Leon Enriquez
09 May 2014
Singapore
I Dont Give A Fig About The Brouhaha...
of new year's eve,
yet yours truly does consider
at least one singular plum me facet by Jeeve
er...Robert (or Rabbie) Burns,
a profoundly poignant poem, he did conceive.
Anyway, this wordsmith fascinated
by historical lyricist whose unbelieve
hub bull lee brief life, nonetheless
made a lasting contribution,
a psalm burr tune folks across webbed
wide world sing to grieve
of recent sorrows past, plus pay
homage to joys summoned from
deep within core of soul bellowed
forth with an exultant heave
perhaps unbeknownst to most Robert Burns
(25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) did leave
his lasting legacy, sans (as national poet
of Scotland celebrated worldwide)
particularly the classic traditional chestnut
auld lang syne rendered in many versions
waving white capping
New Year's eve celebration proud
accomplishments one did achieve.
Coincidentally, "Auld Lang Syne"
and "America the Beautiful"
at which juncture, I interject
a historical grace note to mull
how latter named above patriotic
song in the United States,
(lyrics written by Katharine Lee
Bates saw many occasions
after music composed by church organist
and choirmaster Samuel
A. Ward at Grace Episcopal Church
in Newark, New Jersey) dull
lighting oomph and pizazz, extant
since early 1900s, origin gin null
intent format arranged as poem,
"Pikes Peak first published
Fourth of July full
edition of the church periodical
The Congregationalist in 1895,
now sung by mull teat hoods at Super Bowl
every year since 2009, and appeared pull
say ting stadiums at some sports events
after the 9/11 terror attack hull
lob bell loo in 2001.
The song comprises four verses,
one of isung before kick-off
in NFL's showpiece game.
Just by giving cerebral activity free rein,
this inquisitive mind of mine
learned how twenty first century New Year's
celebration include auld lang syne
linkedin with feted mid eighteenth poet
laureate, whose death at thirty seven, his spine
tingling spirit issues forth to give
him immortality almost divine
everlasting longevity within the pantheon
of August artists who humanity did assign
an eternal place future generations will
revere such metrical design.
Utterly cold waters for two southerners from Oslo.
They take our breath away when swimming.
The land of the midnight sun and the gorgeous
Aurora lights are featured at Uttakleiv Beach.
Kept our eyes open too for unusual sights at
Lofoten Islands in northern Norway.
Eye of the Dragon was one showpiece - a most
Intriguing natural rock formation -
Visibly impressive, virtually unmatched.
Both my wife Nora and I, have our bucket lists.
Each of us have longed to visit our northernmost
Arctic Circle area and its famous fjords.
Colossal - the Trollfjordan near Lofoten which
Hails as the best holiday site ever in Norway.
April 12, 2023
Nectarous taste would not surcease
in torture now that’s my showpiece;
I sit in a hard chair pallid,
there’s solace in something solid;
Give fine obeisance to the madness,
decayed memories savor sadness;
Such enmity in your answer,
the pinnacle of gross grandeur;
Your lotion now my nepenthe,
letting me drown so easily;
Rocking on this rickety porch,
that scent hits me like a blowtorch;
Alone, I want to be swaddled
in each moment that we bottled;
I’m locked in a living tomb
rusted with such a stale gloom;
Filthy stench, can you smell it?
Perfume for some to covet;
In a cataleptic state
circumvention seen too late;
Doppelgänger could not withdraw,
prose signed ‘Edgar Ravenclaw’.
Coruscating gravitas
imbibed algebraic
cerebral tranches
to spark
alacrity defiant
material manducation
deployed tangibly
phlegmatic
whilst
begetting manifest
miraculous meteoric
innovative impulses
when
penetrating bailiwicks
of tongue-contortion
cerebrum
eidetic retention
straddling juncture’s
poised gateway
as
baton weaving
catalyst triumphant
for
pumped ensemble
virtuoso visionaries
who
taproot trajectories
cocoon emerging
brainchild unfettered
obsessing
magazine mandarins
artistic
archetypal Monet
lavish lavender
lily pond
with
balsamic brushstrokes
galvanising
similar maven
budding Einsteins
blazing trails
of
original contrivance
boosting beneficial
health domain
of
wellspring weal
integrating impactful
slants
gearshift gargantuan
narcissistic nadir
repetitive
regurgitations rampant
abjured by
polymath prodigious
whose
appalachian peak
of antecedents
an avalanche
tintinnabulation
enunciated showpiece
heralds harvesting
gilt-edged prodigy
in fields
belletrist
nimble-fingered
experiential