Long Styles Poems
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Aerial combat planes
Tactical flight path;
Fluffy cotton clouds
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NatGeo Wild on TV
Forces of nature;
Survival instincts
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Cute little girl
Ballerina dress;
Pirouette smile
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Proud parents
Juggling little one;
Child chuckles
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Touching moment
Two old friends laugh;
Years bridged
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Breezy whistle
Wind ripples trees;
Skyline forlorn
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Mailbox check
Snail mail galore;
Bills now due
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Gifts from abroad
Coin sets and book;
Vivid memories
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Joy on your face
Lights up the room;
Sexy smile styles
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This Tembusu tree
Newly planted here;
We fondly remember
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Haiku breeze
Caught in the boughs;
Fine experience
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Newspaper report
Greece debt default;
Monetary crisis
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Words and symbols
Meaning frozen stiff;
Elegance retreats
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Meditative passage
Work in progress;
Silence echoes
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Old twisted rubber tree
Hugeness cramps pathway;
Monolith monument
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Exercise helps
Tones old muscles;
Wobbly knees hurt
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Muscle ointment
Soothes ageing pains;
Sixty-year message
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Leon Enriquez
21 June 2015
Singapore
Thanks to Rockabilly being wed to R & B,
History changed drastically when Rock became mainstream.
Elvis crooned and moved his hips. Girls began to scream.
Goodness Gracious, Great Balls of Fire – sang out Jerry Lee.
Old folks didn't like to think that Rock was here to stay.
Little Richard, Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens: Color didn’t matter.
Drifting into Swinging 60’s, new styles had their day.
Even those who sang Folk Rock got a lot of chatter,
Not to mention Britain’s Beatles and the Rolling Stones.
A lot of singers made it big, at times inspiring clones.
Getting high on LSD went along with Psychedelic Rock.
Era-ending were performances at famed Woodstock.
Oh, how tragic was the loss of Hendrix, Joplin; Morrison too.
From then on, Rock kept changing as its fan base grew.
Memories I have as best are from the early Seventies.
Ubiquitous were bell bottoms, and you could still see hippies.
Singles of Kinks' "Lola," the Eagles' or 3 Dog Night's songs, and more
I’d go out and buy. I also liked some Soft Rock like Badfinger or Bread.
Colorful was my world. Then Disco came. The 70’s was dead!
Written By:
Traducir Al Spaniel'
A.K.A El Alborotado
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To support all of this emotion
to take everything in stride
to up lift to and to encourage
put all that doubt and envy aside
how can go on saying
when so many want me o fail
hold my head up and keep on stibing
hoping one day I would prevail
Keep me grooving to the music
gone darling do your thang
breakfast was so delicious
Darling you treat me like a King
about yesterday I apologize
but don't keep doing that sorta thing
Your Ole man
started hushing
stopped talking when I came around
he get up when I started sitting
acting like he didn't want me around
his actions both subtle and overt
had an impact on everything
made me feel like ah fifth wheel
put a dark cloud on everything
got mad and started cussin
that's not a nice or respectful thing
got in the way of our performance
putting a damper on everything
now I'm ah red eyed stranger
a tear drop fell in my beer
all that cussin and fussin
is such annoyance
it put's ah damper on everything
Such a dull evening
With it's cool breezy wind
Prompting us to chuckle
As we sat in a semi circle
Opening a flow of styles
Of ancient oriental culture
Spurring to life
A reel of retrospective tokes
flowing from a maternal bosom
with each descending strides
bringing sparkles to maa’s eyes
with each stylish strides
she flaunts the age long slits
from side to side
sparking life with each stride
to the beaming guests
amidst the cheers
emerged a glowing rage
that even a calming smile
from maa
could not quell
the fiery storm
working his boisterous wind
over bonds
even over locking band
but winding through
a maternal call
sending shocking waves
amidst the merging circle
encircling the flirting slits
with its storming wind
To you who colours work fine
As vision makes art divine,
I feel your artistic glow
Unleash a wonderful show.
To you a picture weaver
As images surrender,
I feel fond gratitude here
In mystique that funds new cheer.
To you an artist that styles
Glimpse of a moment worthwhile,
I find warm delight that flings
Vivid voice as colours sing.
To you fond rainbow hues cry
In picture verse that stream sighs,
I feel joy and grief dance well
In art lines that speak and tell.
To you a trail of tints hurl
A sensorial sparkling swirl,
I touch sanguine inner worlds
Where hopes and dreams ever twirl.
To you poet of colours dear:
I dedicate these fond rhymes,
I style my voice with good cheer,
Live grandeur of space and time.
Leon Enriquez
28 February 2015
Singapore
I like to WRITE in verse- I like to tell stories,
sometimes, I will r h y m e sometimes I shake up my poesies.
Lets take a trip down my m e m o r y lane-
my writing is WILD and crazy at times;
often my P O E T R Y is of nature that chimes.
When I pick up my p e n there is often pain,
I write for ME and you, I write to b r e a k the chain;
why just yesterday, I stopped to write these lines . . .
On a country road-
under a pale h a z y sky;
wild winds r a v a g e my long hair,
wheat S W A Y S and dances,
I could stay here f o r e v e r-
with birds soaring and SCREECHING . . .
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September 23, 2016
Poetry/Couplet/Rhyme/Sedoka/From My Diary
Copyright Protect, ID 18-831-984-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Three Styles II
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
A touching sip
Glimpses now grip
A Woodlands trip
Old times come round
Feel the same grounds
Old touch new found
A train ride tells
Styles a fond spell
Just where you dwell
A new blank page
Ideas now stage
A lovely age
Studio suite arts
A brand new start
To lift your heart
Words tell we care
Squeeze cheer that pares
Warm happy fare
Once again here
We meet new spheres
To purge limp fear
In a glimpse fond
View the new pond
Joy in old bonds
Fond chat finds zest
Old friends know best
Humour wit's fest
Old Admiralty
That north country
Craft of fancy
Just for a while
Good times now style
Fond cheery smiles
Fond memory
Breeds chemistry
Kind happy spree
Cheer finds the way
To bloom each day
Watch joy portray
Leon Enriquez
12 October 2017
Singapore
Great Beginning of Real Love:(Poem).
There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved.
Love yourself.
Believe in your own decent personality.
Believe on your own choice.
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
Infuse your life with action.
This is just the great beginning of real love.
Who knows what’ll be the outcome of this love.
Let us always meet each other with smile, for the smile is the beginning of love. Coming together is a beginning; keeping together is progress; working together is success.
Every day I feel is a blessing from God.
A grateful heart is a beginning of greatness. Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.
Your charm is heart-warming.
You must have a beautiful name.
The eyes, the eyelashes, bindiya,kohl of Yours are all so beautiful.
(Bindiya is a decorative dot put on the centre of the forehead).
This bangle, this bracelet, these ear-rings, this anklet of Yours are all so beautiful.
You have a melodious voice.
My heart will feel at peace on hearing it.
This is just the great beginning of real love.
Who knows what’ll be the outcome of this love.
Your thrilling grace full styles and your fragranced tresses of dense hair,
The beauty of your red lips and the magic of the talks.
All the crazy single lovers are reliant on You
Someone must be Your true lover for sure.
God determines who walk into your life ,
Its up to you to decide who you let away ,who you let stay,
Who you refuse to let go.
Because Matches are decided on Heaven
And took place on earth by parents's choices.
By Aliza Mukhtiar (Aliza Kashmala Kiran).
Oh how very earnestly pleasing
I do so find
The wide, sun splashed avenues
Of grand residential Worthing;
Where the old poets
Announce each and every corner;
So neatly squared and turned
By thoroughly conceived Victorian
Order.
Quiet sonnets reside here
Seeking haven from weary
travels,
Sustained by appetizing foreign
aromas,
Loitering amidst the long drawing
shadows;
Clinging to the flinted garden walls,
Dallying with the scented Jasmine
From where hidden finches call.
Finding yourself gently led down
And into narrow, high walled
streets;
That delightfully converge upon
Bustling open spaces
Where the multi-nations meet;
And greet with quarrelsome gulls,
Strutting and yarking,
Barking like little dogs
Around our feet.
Here we can absently sit,
And make like carefree Parisians
Separated by an English sea,
Whilst contentedly sipping scalding
coffees
Of exciting continental styles;
And forgetting our mundane
troubles...
Smile and laugh, for perhaps,
Just the shortest of whiles.
I scribble in the sand
While you write a masterpiece
My simple lyrics like a snack
You are a chef and make a feast
I fight to find a muse
While yours are running out of space
My aviator is blank
Yours is your beautiful face
I am Mars
And you are Venus
Nothing alike
But nothing between us
Opposites attract
No one could understand
How you could be my girl
And I could be you man
..The magic of love
My lines are very simple
While you know every form
On Soup I'm just a rookie
You've been writing since you were born
My taste is very narrow
While your pallet is quite complex
I'd never win a contest
You're already on to the next
I am Mars
And you are Venus
Nothing alike
But nothing between us
Opposites attract
No one could understand
How you could be my girl
And I could be you man
..The magic of love
You are salt
And I am pepper
Night and day
But we go together
Hand in hand
Just you and me
What we feel inside
No one else can see
I am Mars
And you are Venus
Nothing alike
But nothing between us
Opposites attract
No one could understand
How you could be my girl
And I could be you man
..The magic of love
~Lyric Man
Note: This is a write about two poets who found romance. Their life and writing styles have nothing in common but the two are inseparable.. yeah, that's the magic of love!