Long Small talk Poems
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Consider this:"An average American English speaker engaged in a friendly conversation speaks at a rate of approximately 110–150 wpm. The following are approximations of conversations between my friend and me (Feel free to check the math): A minimum of 1200 Sundays in 25 years x 20%= 240 Sundays(Approximate # of Sundays we actually spoke to each other x 3 minutes=720(# of minutes we spoke to each other) x 150(average words spoken per minute)=108,000 words spoken= A good size book. Who knew?
My friend passed on a couple of weeks ago. Geopolitics, sports, and weather were among subjects that we clearly talked about for some twenty-five years. When you add it all up, I'd say that our years of 'broken up small talk' marooned into big talk. Call it small talk, casual light talk, or chit-chat if you will, but when I took a closer look at my particular case, I discovered more than trivial chatter.
I call him a friend not because we did things together like going to a game or playing golf, visiting each others' home for dinner, or walking in the park. I recall only one short conversation that we had over the telephone. I know, for many, that does not qualify as friendship, but I beg to differ.
When I received word that he was dying and only a miracle would spare him from a soon coming demise, not only was I emotionally moved, but I was deeply motivated to hasten to his bedside in his last hours. O yes, small talk, chit chat, or trivial chatter. Call it what you will. I say, he was my friend.
07162018cjPS(Inspired by the life of Pat Cary)
She was sitting on the steps, with her club at her side
Lighting a cigarette, looking approachable.
I had seen her before, but had not noticed how pretty she was.
She looked up, and I was a goner.
My foursome had not arrived, so I sauntered over to make small talk.
She was twenty-two, a senior at Kansas State.
She had come to golf with friends, but they had not shown yet.
I lit a cigarette and smiled at her as we talked.
She was magnificent because of her confidence and her humility.
I could tell at once she had no idea how pretty she was.
I got her phone number after asking if I could call her some time.
Our foursomes arrived and we began to golf.
It would have felt odd to wave when we passed on the course.
So we nodded to each other.
Sometimes I winked, and she laughed.
I could hardly wait to get home and call her.
My stomach was in knots about it.
She answered on the first ring.
My sisters had told me they would never do that.
It was one of many things I liked about her.
He walked into the place of my employment.
I was the only one at work in that small convenience store.
His aura was that of an angel
with the hint of a devil in his grin.
My attraction to him was immediate and amazing.
Tall and dark, he was the Adonis of my dreams.
I saw him from the corner of my eye as he lingered close by.
My Adonis was also watching me!
Daily that week he appeared around evening,
flirting a bit and making small talk, his grin ever enchanting!
I can’t remember of what we spoke.
I was too lost in the beauty of his brown eyes.
Finally, he asked me out. Why did he wait four long days?
To his country he would return from his short vacation
the very next day after our one and only night out.
I was never to see my young man's dear angel face again.
As I awaited his entrance to the store that big night,
I was aching with longing to simply be near him.
Other dates on which I’d gone were the most ordinary of tunes
compared to the romantic aria that played out that precious night.
We had driven off in his uncle’s Riviera, the car he'd borrowed.
Like his caresses and kisses later that sweet night,
even the automobile’s name is seered into my brain.
By that one September night with him, I was left ASTOUNDED.
Jan. 17, 2020
Though I used all the words, Astounded is my chosen word which
best described that indelible night right before I turned 17.
HAIKU GLIMPSES #1
Busy corner
Clash of zigzag feet;
Small talk echoes
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Post Office crowd
Orderly queue;
Minds elsewhere
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Newspaper vendor
Overstock complaint;
Financial problem
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Outdoor gymnasium
Overgrown kids cluster;
Mental muscle
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Beach barbecue
Motley bunch mingle;
Strange faces
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Holiday mood
Not much to do;
Mental vacation
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Seaside stroll
Small crabs scurry;
Monster feet stomp
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Listen now
Can you hear;
Mermaids singing
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Dawn light unfolds
Dust through sunlight;
Energy percolates
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Lonely songbird
Serenades dawn;
Regular visitor
~~~~~~~~~
My nephew Xavier
Army boy now;
Rites of passage
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Lovely feelings
Sentimental tunes;
Yesterday's flashback
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Leon Enriquez
24 June 2015
Singapore
Postcard update
Tells a lot here;
Himalayan trip
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Adrenaline rush
Good news galore;
A winning streak
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My darling's face
Warm sun comes up;
Rainbow smiles
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Lines flavour
Meeting of minds;
Transcend small talk
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Joy in the breeze
Moist feel of rain;
Old dog barks
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Live plainly here
Let faith unveil;
Watch dawning grace
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Waltz with tempo
Sweet music score;
Twin flames dance
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Hurl of dawn
Night opts out;
Embrace new day
~~~~~~~~~
Set new sights
Purge dilemma;
New journal page
~~~~~~~~~
Another day
A blank cheque;
Signature more
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Streaming sunshine
Bright morning charms;
Birdsong salute
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Leon a Enriquez
31 May 2016
Singapore
Lost Art
There was a time
when we waited eagerly
for the mailman -
when mail deliveries
had actual mail in them
There were real
hand-written letters
from parents,
cousins, children, friends,
maybe a lover,
perhaps birthday cards
or get-well wishes
or postcards from far off.
Now we have e-mail
instant gratification –
no waiting for days
Jot off a note with
a click and it’s there
No more long pages of
small talk about family,
friends, the neighborhood,
or a new recipe,
things that make
letters enjoyable.
Now mailboxes overflow
with advertisements
unwanted catalogues
political cards full of
slander of opponents
and dubious information
Most of all, requests
for money, accompanied by
unwanted and unneeded
tote bags, return labels,
t-shirts and greeting cards -
all paid for with money
supposedly sent
to provide help
for some needy cause
Trees sacrificed for what?
junk mail, trashed as soon
as it’s out of the mailbox!
What of all the history
gleaned from letters
over the years?
Most e-mails are deleted.
Whatever could be learned
from them is gone.
The written letter
has become a lost art.
I chanced onto an older chap
who fell into my lonesome lap
I said, O please, would you join me
for a cup or two of soothing tea
A look of thanks swept over him
So I replied, Please come on in
The tea is hot and you are cold
Please pardon if I'm rude or bold
He looked around, and then he gasped
What's that on your desk, he asked
My screen, of course, I brushed away
his question as some small talk play
But he was scared and couldn't speak
I saw that he'd begun to freak
As pictures moved across the screen
It seemed that he was frightened clean
Out of his gourd -- no longer bored
I asked him if he liked my Dell
He gulped, That creature is from Hell!
Well, his comment really rang a bell
I asked him if he knew the date
And he replied -- 1808
I said, for you, Is this a magic show
Yes sir! -- a black one -- Let me go!
Friends, as sure as stars above do twinkle
My guest that night ~ Rip Van Winkle
~ iambic tetrameter (mostly) ~
Stray wind
Carries our laugher;
Harvest moon
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Cheer presides
Tranquil lake tonight;
Stray whispers
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Lantern procession
Small people frolic;
Happy faces
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Sip tasty tea
New zest abides;
Evening meditation
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Moon floats
Kiss on the lake;
Shimmering touch
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Magic moments
Rapture on the breeze;
Fragrant melody
~~~~~~~~~
Midnight blooms
Dragon fruit plant;
Auspicious aura
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Touching picture
Images of home;
Harvest store full
~~~~~~~~~
Family reunion
Moonlight feast;
Moon cakes delight
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Small talk
Simple stuff;
More than enough
~~~~~~~~~
Endearing smiles
Plans for next crop;
Wishing on the moon
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Blessings abide
Nature and nurture;
Profound thanksgiving
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Pray upon
Blessings of toil;
Restful sleep
~~~~~~~~~
Forest fireflies
Electric encounters;
Eclectic swirl
~~~~~~~~~
Muddy fish pond
Frog on lotus leaf;
Night watcher
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
07 September 2014
Singapore
You see them at lunch time
Young kids
Office workers
Construction guys
Jostling in line
Small talk
Money in their hands
Waiting at lunch trucks
That advertise sandwiches for 4.50
Fast
Fried
And cheap.
The young professionals go to Diners
In pairs
Or in groups
Men laughing
Women talking
As they wait
On lines snaking in
To waitresses waving menus
For luncheon specials
Drinks ten bucks each.
You never see the rich
Waiting
In the streets
For lunch
Only their limos
Parked in front
Of window covered restaurants
You sense theirs is
A private affair
For them lunch
Is not fast
And not cheap.
Circumstances...circumcising visions of premonitions
Orange sun shines on thousand seconds after dawn
Not that yesterday mattered anymore
Just so that you know, I'm sore...you're a bore and a flake...you're a fake and a whore...torn in tears...forlorn in fears...challenging them with cheers around here next to my family and friend peers
Understand I'm not ever alone...YOU SELFISH LITTLE B - nevermind...I ain't wasting my words on you...
Rage on a different page, hideously furious...in this cage of captivity...it's a pity you don't see the cuts on my wrists...conjuring crimson upon my bathroom floor...forevermore...fervently...forlorn...born to death now...somehow, lured in by shadows, who knows where the wicked wind blows...
Imagining you gone...imagine?
Noting this -- I have moved on -- where do i begin?
Get over it...Dave the Brave, I have my wits to be alit
Corny, but I'm illuminated, even intrigued by dull small talk because silence speaks louder and prouder than words, like birds, fluttering insanely...barely surviving and thriving...humility humps my mindset now...
raped by rue
i see you...
my, oh my
so much solitude and attitude of gratitude if only you knew...why...
omit the abyss...enter in, happiness
never exit in my mindset of eustress
organically awakened by October's Sabbathia moon...
not your so-called HalloweeN BS....
triggered.
hope you know i'm absurd...
eek! With or without you...I can speak...you don't know half i've been thru
delusional daydreamer I am...I am God's WANDERING, PONDERING AND SQUANDERING lamb...YES! I am...BAM! Got a problem that I'm as robust as a ram? Man...
oh, you are dashingly, abashingly skeptical of me? YOU'RE OBLIVOUS, u c?
oooh,
Rude...you say...you say today...
shut up...
true, listen...
empty...
Positively a door wide open without a key in it...my doorstep is dripping with blood...but, I wrap it with a handkerchief...Revelation revels through the realms of my roving mindframe....I'm not to blame...unhappiness just came...it locked me up into this game of shame...I'm not the same as you now see...I'm authentically...me...biblically...righteously...humbly me...no worries!