Long Stall Poems
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During a terrible New England squall
A young blade named Paul escaped a brawl
Ran to a public box to make a phone call
Asked his mum to pick him up outside the mall
She was out with friends, having a ball
Made up an excuse, determined to stall
He tried to guilt her, her selfish son, Paul
for his bribes and lies she did not promptly fall
his absentee father had also told tales tall
that man had unbelievable chutzpah and gall
his mom had been born psychic, inside a caul
Paul took an Uber home, the driver drove at a crawl
the car stopped dead at a wailing wall
run over it, urged Paul who was wearing a shawl
the driver would have done this for his mum, she was a doll
not for Paul, who was known for being a bully, once and for all.
I’ve been blue gray yellow and I’ve seen red
I was dying slowly and I wished I were dead
Pain and anguish was my dear friend
But I still hung in so I could mend
I’ve been down and I’ve been out
Without you made my life stall
I’ve lost been beaten or it was a terrible rout
But with your love I knew Id never fall
But I never ever had a doubt
That I wouldn’t make it through it all
I made it through it all
I’ve sobbed I’ve wailed and simply cried
In my weeps and mourning I wished I had died
When I was at my lowest I sometimes did sway
But I rose above it to live another day
I’ve been down and I’ve been out
Without you made my life stall
I’ve lost been beaten or it was a terrible rout
But with your love I knew Id never fall
But I never ever had a doubt
That I wouldn’t make it through it all
I made it through it all
I’ve been singed burned and scared until death
But I shall fight forever until the time of my last breath
I’ve been scraped I’ve been cut and then I bled
But I never lost the faith to go on instead
I’ve been down and I’ve been out
Without you made my life stall
I’ve lost been beaten or it was a terrible rout
But with your love I knew Id never fall
But I never ever had a doubt
That I wouldn’t make it through it all
I made it through it all
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Living Waters flow from the high mountain
Cascading Waterfall invites one, all
No stagnant cistern water here contain
Living Waters flow from the high mountain
Healing, refreshes, comforts gives life gain
If one will accept it, their spirit not stall
Living Waters flow from the high mountain
Cascading Waterfall invites one, all
Sit still here
Feel love near
Pray my dear
Purge all fear
In this room
Watch love bloom
To ease gloom
As peace grooms
Now and here
In this sphere
Cast all fear
Feel love cheer
In a while
Watch love style
A calm smile
As joy piles
Let heart speak
As touch peaks
Strong not weak
As love flicks
Be at peace
With deep ease
As noise cease
Watch love please
Touch deep art
In sure parts
As love starts
In fond heart
Cease to stall
Feel soul call
Through life's gall
To stand tall
Learn to pray
For fine rays
To fill play
In each day
Leon Enriquez
04 May 2017
Singapore
Twenty acres with only a barn
This is no yarn
This barn I decided to rent
Inside of it I put my tent
Heaven sent
Shelter from the cold
Rest my soul as I grow old
A stall for a moo
A place for a chicken or two
My choice how
Have a bird for dinner now
or an egg breakfast for many days to come
Now a little better off than some
Am I still a bum
I have all I need
Just my soul to feed
Plant some seed
Life changes so fast
Just twenty four hours and today has past
Simple pleasures make life real
How a smile makes one feel
So many words racing in my head
The night I no longer have to dread
Won't wake up dead
So much to do
Sealing the holes with clue
No more grieving
Cause people telling me I have to be leaving
This little barn becomes my home
No longer forced to roam
Now I pay rent
And still live in my tent
Pulling up in front of the address on the girl’s information,
I wondered again why I could not decline her invitation.
I saw the girl pull to the curb and exit her car.
Rushing to catch her, I was somehow sight marred
and lost her, but I saw the manor’s doors were open.
Coming in with, ‘Hello?’, my voice rose as doors closed.
Looking around at decay, I saw a note on a stand.
It read, ‘Drink this as I did, then find the Baby Grand.’
The girl must have inked this, so I sipped my drink down.
Suddenly, the manor filled with haunting piano sounds.
Heading towards the source, I stumbled off my course,
and heard shrill laughter when I tripped on my purse,
But, NOT HER laughter, so I asked, my teeth a’chatter,
“Who .. whaa – where ..” A piano tone groaned, “I am the girl
as you are me, and we three were once the sum of one,
until evil done allowed only one-third of us to view sun.”
The tone went on, “you now sleep deep and this night,
dark sights will guide your truth to abandon your aloof
and you will recall how you always stall your return,
leaving me overlong to burn for our body I so yearn."
Now nude, licking missed lips. her woman voice continued,
"Wee girl of third is too torture numbed to escape like us.
Now, do enjoy your body-less time as Baby Grand jacked,
because it may be centuries before I bring our body back."
... CayCay Jennings
January 20, 2019
Thomas Hobson (1544 –1631)
in 19th century late
a Cambridge ostler and postal carrier
set his priorities straight
he owned a livery stable
of 40 Hackney horses or more
plus boots bridles and whips
and put the horse the cart before
after the animal left the barn
by bolting fast the door
and as precautionary balm
the nag nearest the stable gate
the worn-out equine storm to calm
was the firm rule he did make
this one or none in the stall
was that which customers had to take
or do with no ride at all
but for the paying equestrians
either way they win or lose
as there was no choice but accept or reject
for any of them to choose
We’ve done our weekly shopping
and I need to use the loo
arriving at the ladies
There is a massive queue
I stand in line cross legged
there are six in front of me
I wish people would hurry up
Cos I’m bursting for a pee
A mum arrives with her toddler
who is doing the wet knicker dance
she cries out very loudly
'I’ve gone and peed my pants'
We usher them in front of us
It’s the kindest thing to do
at least it’s only urine
and not a smelly pooh
Finally it’s my turn
and I sidle into the stall
then I notice the loo roll dispenser
which is fixed onto the wall
There’s a minute amount of toilet paper
poking out of the hole in the middle
I find emergency supplies in my handbag
I keep some spare to use when I piddle
My hubby will be patiently waiting
he’ll be playing spider solitare
next time I’m gonna use the gents loos
because there’s never a queue in there!
4/18/19
In the realm of commerce and trade,
Lies an ever-shifting economic grade,
Fluctuations in numbers and charts,
Dictate the rise and fall of our hearts.
From the lows of recession and bust,
To the highs of prosperity and trust,
The economy is a game of chance,
Where the stakes are high and the rules enhance.
The value of goods and services we make,
Is the bedrock on which the economy takes,
With factors like supply and demand,
A delicate balance, hard to withstand.
Globalization and trade, the driving force,
Affects every sector, a sweeping course,
From agriculture to technology,
The economy drives our lives, undoubtedly.
Jobs and wages, a critical measure,
The economy’s pulse, a constant treasure,
A strong and stable economy,
Is the backbone of a prosperous country.
But at times it can be hard to keep,
An economy that's both steady and deep,
With every challenge, there's a chance,
To rise and meet it, to advance.
So let us strive to make it right,
For an economy that's fair and bright,
Where opportunity abounds for all,
And our collective efforts never stall.
Burden by the devil
Such an evil presents
No one likes him, don't allow him to steal your blessings
Grandma said we should always pray
Instead of letting the devil have his way
And when he comes he to calling
You'd better denial him don't just stall him
And when you pray
Acknowledge those sins that led you astray
Instead of letting the devil have his way
Grandma said we should always pray
Feelin kind of dirty
My livin not so worthy
And I'm hardly feelin holy
Lord God please accept me
A low life human have mercy
And when I prayed
I've those sins that led me astray
I am forgiven, chosen and reliving
Saved by His mercies and grace
Spread out all over my life and face
Have you been to the waters
Are you one of God's sons and daughters
And don't you think you otta
Think bout talkin to the Father
He has all the answers to all your problems
Have you been to the waters
Dirty filthy sinner
You have been redeemed
So forget bout them sins, God has
Been to the waters and He's already washed you clean
Yes, we're all forgiven, chosen and reliving
Saved by His mercies and grace
Spread out all over our life and face
Have you been to the waters
Are you one of God's sons and daughters
And don't you think you otta
Think bout talkin to the Father
He has all the answers to all your problems
Grandma still prayin, as she's saying...
Have you been to the waters ?
3/8/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018