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Sinister snarling swindling scandalous scoundrels secretly slither shamelessly
Implicitly interrogated ‘bout innermost insidious illegitimate impertinences
Ghastly Grotesque grimacing gumption gorging gruesome gimmicky gossip
Netherworld’s nauseating narcissistic nefarious nature nibbling at naiveté
Obnoxious oppressors outrageously ostracizing offspring to oblivion
Facetiously fondling flip flutter floundering their frayed frazzled foibles
Tyrannical temperamental tempestuous tumultuous targeting tallying triviality
Haphazardly harnessing halfhearted heinous hypocritical homicidal hatred
Exploiting embezzling extricating explicit evil entangled ephemeral effrontery
Tetrad of treacherous tyrannical tycoons tackle tantamount transfigurations
Implicit intermittently incoherent infernal insanity idling illicit insidious insolences
Malicious misanthropic madmen monstrously manipulating mangling mercilessly
Erroneous euphemisms explicitly eclipsing evolving estranged etiquette’s eulogy
Staggering systematic spiritual stagnation symbolizing society’s sign of the times
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on April 22, 2018 for contest SIGN OF THE TIMES sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 4TH
three crows and a hawk,
flying together
sounds like a cartoon
get your claws in this one
a sign of the times
my mind sees such things
written in the sky
on October 7th,
my birthday,
i was celebrating
in a Christian conference
with a roomful of women
hands open
praising the Lord
oblivious of happenings
in Israel
i saw baby Jesus
in my hands
felt the weight of Him
then He turned
into Jesus
off the cross
as if I was holding
him
like Mary
of course
i pondered this
days later
i thought of the babies
killed
in the time of Moses
i thought of the babies
killed
in the time of Jesus
Rachel’s tears,
she can not be comforted
once again
an attack on babies…
so what comes next?
the rapture…
the antichrist…
judgement…
Fall to our knees
Make things right with God
Do right
Love one another
even love your enemy
That is how good
God is
Man is often the beast
God is much more merciful
than man…
Night market stalls
So much to see;
Feel happy daze
Curious eyes feast
Seek a fond buy;
Pretty things shout
Street food vendor
Pleasant fare delights;
Long queue waiting
Crowded street
Hawker offerings;
Brisk buy and sell
Waylaid by stuff
Hordes descend here;
Night bazaar tempts
Just for a while
Try buying happiness;
Walk the bazaar route
Street side beggar
Ragged marionette;
Selling tissue packs
Feeble old lady begs:
"Give me two dollars please..."
My wallet agrees
Caught in the act,
I sigh with heartache;
Old man collects discards
By this wayside
Beggar sleeps dreaming;
Sleeping in a warm bed
Chinatown detour
Sign of the times;
Lonely old folks gather
Faces from the past
Lingering here now;
Beyond expiry date
Sad and dreary
These haunting images;
Intrude upon sensibilities
My heart bleeds
Distressed by such sights;
Cruel squalor loiters
Time has excavated
Skeletons in the closet;
Revisiting old haunts
Now and then
Becomes by and by;
Broken pieces litter
Poverty speaks
In ugly tones;
Shady undertakings
To die is easy
Living is so hard;
Pain, suffering, disease
Oh my soul,
Let us go, you and I;
See better sights
Leon Enriquez
14 July 2014
Singapore
Mind mulls meaning
Mood funds feeling
Observe and sense
Tension and tense
Heart in sure whirl
Feel senses swirl
Wait and stare blank
Watch thoughts that flank
Here on the verge
Feel thoughts that merge
Brisk surge of waves
Mind the dark caves
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Shadows hijack
Cast of sure slack
Dark is the night
In fading light
Dark is the pull
For sage and fool
Dark is the deep
A fall so steep
Beware of fear
Glimpse grace that steers
** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** **
Seek out the light
Faith in clear sight
Seek feel that stays
Dance with fond play
Seek style and poise
Heart fashions voice
Beware of pride
Glimpse grace that sides
Light frames delight
Charm claims insight
** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** **
Feel inner fire
Calm passion sires
A certain glow
Reveals a show
A stir within
A hint unseen
Sign of the times
Odd moments rhyme
Heart mulls feeling
Touch primes thinking
Intuit a feel
Surge of goodwill
Mind in sure flood
Urge follows blood
** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** **
Wait here a bit
Watch words string fit
Wait here a while
Watch words hurl style
Wait, simply wait:
Words burst flood gate
Leon Enriquez
11 Apr 2014
Singapore
The atrosities of war leap out into rage
children slaughtered on the battlefields of pain
peace the blessing of the golden age
carressing dreams of yesterday
Once the world stood up and cried
hippies in a world of coloured flowers
the sign of peace embraced the world
the youth
gripped in a frenzied attack against war
peace a sympton of the times
flower's raged and wisdom cried
make love not war
and then the world embrace the touch
as woman surrendered their diginty
peace the created embrace of their youth
yet love is not an act or game
Love is the gift given from father to son
mother to daughter embrace the love
embrace the peace embrace the life
raise up as youth embrace real love
peace a sign of the times
once a great thriving beleif
once a great dream
If only the world could dream again
S ucculent forests now barren, almost dying
I n the hands of thieves hungry for fortune, while
G lobal warming crushes nature’s environ
N otwithstanding war’s incessant slaughter,
O ppressing a human's right to blessed life...
F ear sown on streets, power of crime --the law.
T hese are but only the pursuits of our new order, the
H unts consuming nations, a devious act of indignity, as
E very day we hear the wails from exiled children.
T ell me, shall the next generation inherit this bondage?
I s destruction of Mother Earth our 'noble' tribute?
M urderers are we licensed to plunder recklessly , an
E ntitlement quite common, snuffing hopes of a future,
S oiled by a culture of excessive barbarism!
John Hamilton's Sign Of The Times Contest
4/27/2018
The fear hiding in the shadows
Terror and fear inhabit the mind of the unbelieving soul
Gloom and doom unite together hiding in the shadows
Chaos and anarchy combine filling humans with panic and fright
War machine starts it's engines again, preparing for the fight
Malevolent rapaciousness is an obvious sign of the times
Evil last days are marked by vitriolic hatred and violent crime
As a novel's suspense is shattered, when first, is read the last chapter
So this evil world's end is just the prelude to our "happily ever after".
If you only knew what God knows, you would, know how the story goes
Then your inner peace could grow, supplanting the fear hiding in the shadows.
John Derek Hamilton
March 26,2016
Spiritual stagnation staggers senses
Insidious insanity of intermittent information
Gruesome gorging of gossips
Nauseating nature of narcissistic news
Oppression of other opinions
Flouting false faithfulness freely
Transparent traitors of truth
Hypocritical hype of haters
Evildoers exemplifying egregiousness
Transgressive territorial targets
Investigation into innocent itineraries
Mercilessly manipulating mainstream
Evidence effectively to expressively
Symbolize significant sign of the times
April 25, 2018
Sign of the Times Contest By John Hamilton
Third Place
When this woman was born all those small years ago,
Her beauty was a sign of the times,
Her beauty was more than a story could tell,
Her beauty shone through in her eyes,
That were displayed in beautiful sparkling snapshots,
More blue than the deepest blue sea,
Her eyes shone through in every photo,
Just as pure as pure could be,
And every short day, for the years on her feet,
Her mum loaded onto the net,
Every bit of detail she would rather not share,
Details she’d rather forget,
Till now as an adult everyone can see,
Everything that she’s ever been,
There’s nothing at all private about who she is,
Her life is there to be seen.
There once was a girl
In the Coppertone ad
And her dog pulled her bathing suit down;
So her pale little butt
Was exposed by the mutt
Though the rest of her body looked brown.
It was harmless and sweet
And offensive to none
So for years it made Coppertone's name;
But society's changed
And for people deranged
What was innocent's not quite the same.
Now the Coppertone girl,
While her doggie still tries
To perform the same stunt he once did,
Looks abashed, but for what?
For this time he had not
Been successful at making his bid.
Though his little teeth nip
At her suit, he cannot
Bare her tush for the whole world to see.
It's a sign of the times
That because of some crimes
What was cute once no longer can be.