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Sultry red,
yellow pillow sky,
teased tandem,
with citric,
?shades afloat oe’r waking town,
mirror bubbly folk in lane
jubilant,
trademark burrs catching,
glad echoes,
urge urban,
tableau of chalkmarked gold stamp,
where sheer pluck triumphs
buses swerve,
rapid rail steel track,
squeaky noise,
hoot … toot…. cabs,
en route symbol’s “jaunty” march,
co migrant orbit
coffee wafts
oh it taunts the nose,
hazelnut,
caramel,
mocha caressing the tongue,
pumpkin spice, mouth swirl
java pod,
a candied bake match,
divers brews,
sumptuous,
lemon slice, muffin, and sponge,
counters dangle taste.
office clique,
skim walnut tables,
“spill the beans,”
shrill guffaws,
azure vault praise from clients,
engulf coffee dock
Loiter oe’r,
toothsome three course lunch,
droll banter,
textured whim,
midday schedules reshuffled,
post noon hectic dash
T-junctions,
coax urban ants verve,
honey pot,
honey bee,
magnetic lure to swarm teams,
gumption on recharge
afternoon,
ablaze on flagstones,
vendors hawk,
stalls ignite, ,
markets swamped by eager droves,
eventide, homebound
So what I kept some stuff
A few small keepsakes, merely fluff
They make such noise, so much dumb fuss
Their indignation careening like a bus.
Now they think I'll spill the beans
Use my powers by any means
I can clearly hear their screams
Trying to figure out my schemes.
All hot air like a balloon
Their pouting makes me want to swoon
The media bellows noon to noon
More newsworthy than the landing on the moon.
But oh what fun when dear old Joe
Was caught with files of which he didn't know
Or so he claimed to hear the crow
Of countless minders rushing to and fro.
And now comes Pence my dear old friend
Whose pious indignation never seems to bend
So let me just this little message send
He who laughs first laughs loudest in the end.
As I waltz with a whim awareness begins to wander within
And whistles that whisper of wicked waves as I walk in the wind
My conscience is dim, it seems the sky has just fallen again
With a Provocative glimpse i imagine, will this apocalypse end?
I frolic with sin, but commom tension’s demolished my grin
And solemn events have stripped me naked and altered my skin
The autumn ascends, and changes become chaotic I cringe
And my soul sees it’s color crawl and descend
Through columns of brimstone below in a fiery pit
My desire to live is shadowed by an entire eclipse
Although I feel sunshine, prior, my mind it submits
The truth aquired it’s dense, and viewed as dire suspense
So why are we sent, into a world induced by feudal
meaning
And who is it who chooses if we live as human beings
Who’s a demon? who has faith? who’s awake? and who is dreaming?
Who’s deceiving? who’s a snake? who’s a fake? and who has reason?
What do you believe in? be percise, is there a face of death
And is it jesus christ or satans hex that takes away your breath
And as mistakes progress does it allow you to retrace your steps
Or just display inept selections staging into vain regrets
Sensations vexed,emotions mixed feeling inside out I'm upside down now
Poured my heart out to the point that my internal organs dried out
Abundant weight upon the shoulders with a wish that I could lie down
Limbs are limber, old, and fragile, evolution says to die now
Cause I’ve found, our life’s secrets through tampered confessions
People lean on me, and spill the beans as dander progresses
What is life? what is death? if you feel your candor objecting
Re-incarnation, then deju-vu can answer your questions .
HAIKU BLOOMS #3
People parade
One after another;
Workday charades
~~~~~~~~~
This tembusu tree
Transplanted here;
Wears heavy memories
~~~~~~~~~
Wise up
Tell all;
Spill the beans
~~~~~~~~~
If only
You knew;
Icy hurts grow
~~~~~~~~~
Ink stains
Haiku strokes;
Push and pull
~~~~~~~~~
Wise words
Contradict fact;
Insight intervenes
~~~~~~~~~
Feel then deep urge
Gut feel strong;
Instinct disrupts
~~~~~~~~~
Sense a flair
In the thin air;
Seize affair
~~~~~~~~~
Fond caress
Sweet embrace;
Merge deep space
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Leon Enriquez
07 February 2016
Singapore
Once I shared a long hidden secret with the one,
I thought was my friend, through and through.
But little did I think it would hit back on me
Like a boomerang, breaking my heart.
She betrayed my trust with my reputation at stake.
Within days, it became a juicy gossip,
A fodder for many to ruminate and cud.
What was ‘whispered in the ear was shouted from roof tops’!
Behind my back, many used it against me.
With them, my secret became a sharp tool.
They used it at will to cut and bruise me.
I lost my sleep and reacted brashly.
It became a wound that began festering.
I longed for a release from my pent- up wrath.
I wondered if I could glue up the broken shards,
And become whole again, my former self.
It took a long time, to come out of the resentment.
But with the passing of time, the pain began to fade
And the heart once broken slowly started to mend
Not to have a repeat, decided to set my boundaries marked.
That bitter experience taught me some vital lessons,
Which I won't ever forget in life.
My hindsight told me that I should change,
In some areas where I am most vulnerable.
Learned the hard way to be more cautious
To guard my secrets and never spill the beans!
Also not to venture to be all open before others.
Never again shall I struggle to fit in
With a loose tongue, in any company
Just to entertain others with frivolous talks!
I am also careful not to rashly blurt out my feelings.
How I wish to become more prudent and discerning
In choosing friends and trusting them!
I also resolve to always keep my calm,
Even when I know my words are misinterpreted.
Looking back on all that has happened in life,
I don't think I have many regrets.
All my experiences, good or bad have been signposts,
That led me to where I am and who I am today.
Still there are some things I wish I hadn’t said at all.
-3-12-14-
change is a challenging chore
I'm seeking for God's light to dawn upon me
chilled to the bone - I step on a black and white floor
I'm holding back tears that convince me that I'm a coward
I crave change in my life
bring back the light
do me a favor
give me one more chance
I need healing this night
I am kneeling in fright,
I wont start a fight
I won't start a fight
I won't start a fight
change is a challenging chore
I'm screaming for safety's sake
don't let me break
please don't let me break
my life's at stake... give me a break
save me from giving into lies
in my callous past
chained to this depression, I drag my feet more and more and more
Dragged face down on the filthy floor
my feet drip with poverty
why did I allow this in the first place?
how did this happen at such high degree?
or was it all my fault after all?
I must stand tall and I must stand tall and I must stand tall
I told my hands to rest for a moment
I put my head down hesitantly and slowly
blowing out the candles one by one
one by one until it's pitch dark
the ebony crows CAW! CAW! CAW!
that's all I saw that's all I saw
my flaw...and I fall in appall
now I think change is needed
I accept the truth
I put my head down feeling the same shame without a name
my reputation is blown into smithereens
why must you intervene and spill the beans? ? ?
I crave an end to this most shocking strife
change is a challenging chore, yes indeed it is
change is required of us
change is good for us
Change sometimes allows you to sacrifice something for it
I'm sinking faster than the Titanic ship
I need to get a grip
I need to get a grip
I need to get a grip
before I slip on my face
like a worthless disgrace,
choking and throwing up regret
This hardship will pass
Cast out doubt
Stop acting like an ass!
Don't be a spoiled brat - you know what I'm talking about!
You're like a storm
That will pass and eventually transform into a sunny, gracious day
Deleting all dismay and I pray and welcoming change in each and every life
Take that for a change!~~~
KARMA FOR TWO
Two young lads not quite in their teens,
Twins who carried the same genes,
Would every evening run down the street,
Each of them became a terrible cheat,
But were careful not to spill the beans,
A girl undressing, till she took off her jeans.
On a dustbin they stood to peep,
Tiptoeing as high as their legs could creep,
One night a pack of dogs knocked them down,
A policeman arrived, wearing a frown,
Called their mom, they decided karma was due
Justice, for these dishonest terrible two,
No friends for the rest of the year,
Starting from right now mum said, I fear
( Entered for contest sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire "Justice" 19th December 2018)
So long I have lived, almost ninety-five years
I have laughed and cried ten thousand tears
As I'm lying in my bed with my wife by my side
I want to tell her a couple of secrets before I had died
Holding her warm wrinkled hand in mine, I wondered if I should
Should I spill the beans, let the cat out of the hat, would it do her any good
You see, when I was half my age I am right now, the devil came to say hello
I was at the theatre, all by myself, just trying to enjoy the show
In an empty seat right next to me, a women sat dressed in red
As we sat sharing smiles watching the show, a thought came inside my head
To make a long story short, the lady in red and I, we both hit it off that night
When I woke up by her side, I wondered, was it wrong or was it right
Now that I am old and tired, it's time to tell my wife divine
But before I could tell her, my last breath runs short _______________
So, the old man never got to tell his wife his secrets. One might think as the story suggests that the old man once cheated on his wife. Actually this is not true at all. You see, the lady dressed in red is the same women with the warm wrinkled hand in which the old man is holding. She became his wife of forty-five years.
The Secret- The secret he kept from her all these years was about the empty seat that was next to him in the theatre. The reason it was empty was because his date that night had blew him off and never showed up. Also, while watching the show he had spilled some Pepsi on his lap, the women in red thought that he did it accidentally, but it was done intentionally because he accidentally peed himself while watching the show. (lol)
The Last Dance Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
7/9/2021
Everything at the top I find is fabricated nonsense
truth is security lies as they are blind rats
to home truths and openly sources spill the beans
A fish out of water plops
Spiraling circles around what they say within government
gasping full of rubbish reeks in order to control media
Everyone right to the top brass with twisted agendas
is brainwashing people in utter garbage driven by their thirty pieces
dressed in their cheap perfumed words stink to the high heavens
When they come to the gates of two truths all seeing
then they will see the deceiver kneel
before the master creator of us all
The years passes quickly and my heart kept holding on to something profound and an age old practice refused to leave the town; my heart cannot say goodbye for upon it your destiny lies.
Morning cracks the notorious code and spill the beans all over the road and since then the dreams stall in the tree and everyone starts making mockery of me, they are trying to sink my dreams to the bottom of the sea but nature is still looking out for me and time will set me free.
Year whose sins are pack with greed kept moving at an indefinite speed, sometimes the days are rupture in the sun and the months are lost in time but I kept holding on to life. Sometimes if feels as if no-one is there and my heart began to fear. I see missiles parachuting in the sky and clouds yonder bellowing with smokes and spitting fire out of its throat, while and the sea opens its gut but the universe declines to shut.
Warring years locked up in a vault in the ocean come and unlock the spirit of the living and dead, and roll back the cruse in the sea before it has the better of thee; it has been there for a thousand years ejecting chaos in the atmosphere, the ancestors have left it there, with instructions to open it in a specific year and it must be done before the end of the year or your sorrows will doubled and your miseries will never leave you.Open the vault at the bottom of the sea and set millions of souls free.
The substance that is grounded in the earth will start moving with the dirt, move to a place of safety and conquer the dust of time and you will have freedom in your mind.
My soul is shaking with the ground and all the lost sheep are already found, my inner soul is praying for thee and I want to see everyone happy but my dreams kept floating on the sea, please make haste to rescue me.
Lost years make music in my ear and the sorrows we feel are real but life as provide the perfect shield, and the pains we feel
Will soon disappear as memory fades with the fleeting years.