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MANIFESTO
Three words inscribed on a bullet
Finger on a trigger ready to pull it
This system that does not concede
Free healthcare at the point of need
Or each citizen having their own say
Then they express in their own way
It’s politically influential Big Pharma
That have a different kind of karma
Money not blood, is the circulation
Feeding each medical organisation
Donations keeps it just the way it is
Even when retribution begins to fizz
With certainties like death and taxes
Just where now indeed is that evil axis
Industries may be considered corrupt
As insurance fees are simply upped
What does it really take to lift the lid
Pushing the poor down the pyramid
Social medicine is seen as communist
The truth is diverted and then missed
It’s not capitalism in everyone’s sights
Or choosing to distort human rights
But money makes the world go round
Despite extortion often being found
Yet murder cannot justify a murder
Even in a kind of government purdah
A message has been sent, to be sure
Remember ‘Sicko’ by Michael Moore
And now the sense of injustice grows
From the words, Deny Defend Depose
We all think we can do things which we can’t.
‘There’s nothing to it’ – how we’ll rue those words!
Those other jobs look simple – which they aren’t.
Thus, landing helicopters, roping herds,
injecting diabetics, seem a snip:
but teaching is the softest. “What jackass
could fail at chalk and talk?” Please! Get a grip!
Just try it, bro. Go stand before a class.
We’re at the hotel’s cheese and scrambled eggs.
I’m soon to show Mercedes London’s sights.
What drains my ego to its bitter dregs
(interpreting is easy, right?) is when
I ask the staff ‘Is Big Ben open nights?’
in English, and assure her, ‘que bien!’
Living water makes those soft splashing sounds
As it courses from its source to spread all around
Flowing outward to feed all who come into its bounds
All God's creatures are drawn hearing the course it takes around
The grass springs up by its side where deer can feed
Trees grow tall and healthy offering nesting sights for birds and bees
Living waters start from a small source spreading just like a sound wave
Coursing, running, spreading, nuturing, growing and a place to bathe
This living water is a place to come to nuture and completely restore ones soul
Oh that land where the living waters flow
Beware of sister sights that crave your work
one minute your work debut the next day
your title even name is in use beware of fake
sights especially the deceased sight poetry.com
vaguely Howard Ely dissolved this company
replacing it with LuLu who has tumbled other sites
use poetry. com however it has no affiliates with
the original poetry. com or Lulu I can't tell you what to do
but she's not my sister clearly using the name
of poets to buy sell trade poetry on a vicious
net web of lies be careful you might see your
name in print your titles will catch you at first as
you read between the lines of copycat theater
sister sights or sista sight can be a real fright
Observer of the skies, I thrill to see
a puppy cloud stretch out to dragon length,
a shapeless mass become a well-formed heart,
or pastel puffs become an ice cream cone.
These sights call forth my best old memories
of playing with my dog and summer treats,
of how my teen heart fluttered when I wore
my first real boyfriend’s class ring on my chain.
A local man I knew saw doves, the Cross*,
and messages from Jesus in the clouds.
A booklet holds his photos of these scenes.
Revisiting my copy gives me pause.
Why would two long-time Christians like us see
such widely-varied scenes among the clouds?
I’ll bet this man prayed fervently to see
some lovely words and images from God,
who chose to send the answers in the sky.
“Ask and ye shall receive,” the Bible says.
I’m praying, and believing, He’ll reveal
some messages from Heaven in the clouds
to bless my soul and move my heart to sing.
*The Cross upon which Christ was crucified
March 8, 2023
Contest: the Each Passing Cloud Poetry Contest Placed 2nd
Sponsor: JCB Brul
*Image of Hallmark Channel by Giphy.
Chimed Upper Room
Chimed new day shines...eagerly corrects an upper room looks,
An attic improving rapidly...promotes roams of diligence,
Lacks found bordered leathered album...trapped topped a cornered desk.
Cutting edge mounts an Everest...Grand Canyon grooves a pass,
Emptying a corridor...grants patience traces of sweat caught brow,
Weighty whatnots slothfully shift...relief of prized treasure.
Lives confined--stilled in a photograph...bound neath grained-hewn film,
Reviving breaths aids wiping palms...adjusting dust rules idle air,
Widen pupil's gaze...proffers freedom to locked memories.
A leisurely dance of fingers...entertaining a page,
Courses from staging consequences...flips driftingly e'er so oft,
Cherished persevered poignant times...plus occasional laughs.
Age feebly trades a gentle glance...to sights of swept-up youth,
Niagara Falls revisit eyes...interlude recalls Wordsworth,
Rousseau swells the lulls...till Longfellow's maiden turns a page.
A soothing thoroughness applied...o'er sovereignty once claimed,
Delighting a soul wanting remembrance...effervescence inched rise,
Bestilled processing images...icons pageants the heart.
Strokes into yesterdays...fulfill a distant emptiness,
Once existed in certainty...consequently in dreams of need,
Now physically held...persuades rising tips of a mouth.
2020 July 30
*2nd Place*
Dusty Old Memories
~~Constance La France: Judged 2020 August 06
Driven virginal ice blizzard, whitewashed in puddles
Duck fluff repelling vehicle, rabid rain bites panels
Arrival of evening, two fools fuse their first of April
Abode above average, horizon fire glows on angel
Teeming ambition triggers digger, strings gay tinsel
Portrays titanium rays of central star burn essential
Tree bauble shifts indeterminate, Earth resplendent
Pine green needle necklace, spinning gilt pendant
Pendulum bells in tower drop ropes for Crescendo
Concave accolades hide fluidity quit quick Crypto
Presents piled overlapping countdown to Christmas
Car race excel brings adrenaline finish line climax
Sly slit thin grin golden grimace violet sky crescent
Moon's multitudinous kept secrets gaslight residents
Spun line unseen supports sparkling pink accessory
Melted marshmallow molest paste palate pleasantly
Endurance promised swallows doldrums resentment
Enthused level thirty lightning thorn entrenchment
Faithful needing sights sleigh flight Saint Nicholas
Father is growth motivated to bestow future riches
29th November
Twinkle finger, Nissan, NTHUZED
In my own microcosm of the world,
myriad blessings are daily unfurled.
To claim them, I don’t need my car, just my feet.
My frequent walks don’t end with my little street.
Invariably friendly neighbors I meet.
If I need a doctor, a clinic is there,
right by the drugstore. When my fridge is bare,
I walk to the quick stop for lunch, milk, and bread
or down to the café with close friends instead.
There’s so much to see before daylight has fled.
I pass by three churches, including my own;
an ice cream shop (I may drop in for a cone);
the library (I love a mystery book);
the charming boutique (Can I pass and not look?);
the park (right beside it, a train and a brook).
I walk by the school—how the memories flow!—
then the coffee shop, where they have strong joe to go,
a shop where the ladies all do hair and nails,
the houses of some whose friendship never fails,
the “junk” store with really nice things during sales.
With ability to take my walks, I am BLESSED.
They relieve and relax me when I’m feeling stressed.
I love the wide range of sounds, sights, and styles
experienced while walking not even two miles!
My heart’s always warmed by the waves and big smiles.
May 21, 2022
Blooma Yehudis, Fruma Truths
A verse to nurse Barbara's 72nd
"Zos Channukah", warm memories of lights,
Shared stories, & hopefully Chaim's "Maor Tzur",
Stayed tenor, forgive my lapses of soprano heights,
Together, we & gymnast flames soar,
Contemplate, mindfully weigh gold sights,
Shedding cold shivers, absorbing each warm ember,
Kindling hopes, dreams, refuting the "Yavan" nights,
This year's Shabbos brings a Double Feature,
For on our fabled table are two "Dr. Suess" lights,
Art, in aged bent "Judaica" that her mom gifted her,
'Twas prophetic! To choose Barbara to greet,
Shabbos weekly, a Beis Ne'eman for Ger/Baalus Teshuva,
Ballerina/soldier flames cum "Geshmach" dishes delight,
Our "Om..." mantra home, a Chanukah treasure!
Key Lime Pie, Mighty Fine Pudding, Whipped Cream & Pearls alight,
To infuse birthday joy beyond measure!
Chaim chimes "Where would I be without my wife?"
"Bisrat Hashem" may we both endure,
'Til "Meah V'Esrim" in marriage "Bli" strife,
Joan was right, "Barbara rest assured!"
"People like your company, you simply enrich life!"
On that note, Chaim's going to make the effort,
To march (Walk/Talk!) to a different drum & fife,
To listen with heart to Barbara's word,
Giving flight to the 'Bird of Paradise!'
Once again
Eyes feast plain
New terrain
This city
Speaks to me
Through beauty
Chance greets change
Views most strange
In sharp range
Feel and see
In swift spree
Just to be
To glimpse clear
Watch my dear
Masks of cheer
City sights
In blunt light
Fling fond flights
Sense beauty
Come and see
What may be
Yet don't poke
Cracks that stroke
The odd yoke
As you know
Come and go
In dream flow
Let joy bring
Tryst that springs
From fine flings
For this while
See our smiles
As masks style
We live here
With our cheer
Tinged with tears
Thank you then
For brief span
To feel trends
Leon Enriquez
31 January 2016
Singapore