Long Suspensions Poems
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Set smoke, so sweet, so delicate
Something fuliginous, so intricate
Ocher bronze is all that I can see
You're beautiful, a dime to me
Spheres of the purist maple syrup
Sums them up; affectionately
Flowing through my heart, forever over my soul
Suspensions of golden medallions, never to control
Carob or chocolate cold never be
Subbed; for your lens looking at me
Caliginous, foreboding, but never forbidden
Like a chestnut mare; not broken, or ridden
My devotion is firmly planted, in your Earthly visions
You absolutely slay me with your warm decisions
Whimsical; they are made of fine mahogany
Eye's like yours set all apart; yet set me free
Are you as surprised as I to find
That Kim Kardashian is a international spy
But don't worry she's on the side of right
Working this time for the good guys
The pics that this twit tweets
Is spinning turbans around in the Middle East
Corrupting the minds of the men and their youth
As they google eye over what she let's loose
Though Miss K. is not the one to blame
It's mainly the fault of Uncle Sam
She's just doing her civic duty
In the posting of selfies in her birthday suity
I've had suspensions for years believe you me
The Kim isn't as dumb as she appears to be
I heard that Iran has accused Kim Kardashian of being a spy...
Who knew!
Morning lurks
In dark alleys;
Haze presides
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Sunbeams seep
Hazy skies ruin;
Magical sunlight
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Hazy horizons
Smoky dust drifts;
Moody suspensions
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Moody haze
Depressed moods;
Choking smog
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Gratitude smiles
Lazy afternoon;
Sanguine sitcoms
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My darling smiles
Inner sunshine;
Travel talk here
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Random journeys
Mystery calls;
Cites fond journal
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Micro tales
Short and sharp;
Food for thought
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Touch of morning
Evaporated dreams;
Reality check
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Moments of madness
Breezy easy frolic;
Joy mingles cheer
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Old friend departs
Sad moments sum;
Fond feelings linger
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Sleepy moments
Loiter somnolent;
Wake-up call
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Leon Enriquez
13 October 2015
Singapore
Anti-Poem — “Baxter Street Monday”
me trudging walking
gripping onward forward
traipsing baxter street monday
and its steep inclines
going up like a dizzy sparrow
passing vertical merry go rounds
the sly moulin rouge turnabouts
that sip spit with maraschino endives
scanning thighs ripe with hard-ons
the stoner pink boys
lost in rainbow cul-de-sacs
lost amidst the traffic tirades
the propelling grind of accelerators
up up and onward everlasting
floating hovering over shy ascensions
in ravenous echo park
me scratching grinding like steel death
holding tight the skin wheel
trudging baxter street monday
the morning reality suspensions
the daily cyclotron of kidney exertions
of ascending footsteps moving skinward
now racing down baxter street monday
descending and plummeting
passing vertical merry go rounds
the sly moulin rouge turnabouts
i see my sista rosa gonzalez
she be screaming down with wet wings
sending love bouquets to my los angeles
In a lull, I’m calm in placed in a sleep;
With soothing sounds and movements, that peeks;
"The rhythm of the soothe quiet hush, what a rush”;
Lullaby pauses, that cessation, of my respite hiatus;
In a lull In my lacks of activity, breaks of suspensions;
Lulled deep into lulls, rock to sleep waken agitate, depression;
So in a temporal interval of quiet or lack of activity;
“The rhythm of the clam quiet hush, what a rush”;
In Lull quiet storms, diminished winds, no quails just hush;
So noticeable guess I just in a lull, while in the calm;
In Lull Hush! You’ll awaken the me non-verbal;
Quietly the lee is submitting peace unnoticed;
In Lull Similar intervals, quiet peaks of risen heights;
Quiet storm, diminished winds, no quails just hush;
"The rhythm of the soothe quiet hush, what a rush”;
Soft and cool, breezes succeeding to, put me to sleep;
In Lull keeps my dreams, my quiet heart dreams relief;
Midday nap, helped to reviles me, quiet songs keeps me dreaming;
With soothing sounds, of movements, that peeks;
"The rhythm of the soothe quiet hush, what a rush”;
In a lull, I’m calm in placed, in a gleeful lull;
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