Long Terminal Poems
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Observe and see
Festive cheer warms;
Spirits set free
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Cherry blossoms
Pink carpet pathway;
Waiting patiently
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Here's to you
Sakura moments;
Sparkling sunshine
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Moon overhead
View from my window;
Tender conversations
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Mahjong games
Relatives chit-chat;
My winning streak
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Touch of magic
Spring wind rustles;
Cheery blossoms fall
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Moonlight stroll
Old arch bridge;
Squeaky wood groans
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Two cats sit
Eerie moon glow;
February interlude
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Business sold
Fortune gained;
Hollow feeling
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Here's to good cheer
Another year;
Grey hairs draw near
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Old footpath short cut
Patient feet chiseled;
Old habits die hard
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Memories unfurl
Grass verge updates;
Poignant moments
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Joy greets sorrow
Sad together;
Melancholia sings
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Elysia calls
Going home again;
Sudden departure
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Photo album
Old era relatives;
Sepia burnout
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Study abroad
Down Under Melbourne;
Kangaroo hop-scotch
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Tinge of sadness
Stop to remember;
Fond times quicken
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Airport terminal
Exquisite dine-in;
One for the road
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Listless here
Holiday moods;
Mahjong punctuation
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Toss of lucky food
Yu Sheng expose;
Fortune smiles
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Words catch up
Meaning and motive;
Juxtapose
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Spring season
Oriental red;
Chinatown tinctures
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Leon Enriquez
22 February 2015
Singapore
Urals Crude
Don’t ever think they’re civilised, like us.
Their oil is coarse, not like our smoother Brent.
Their prices? Now augmenting, ten percent.
And sanctions have been lifted. What’s the fuss?
Well, once you squeeze the zit, you get the pus.
They’ll flood the market with their excrement.
Why can’t you see it, lapping round our tent?
Ukraine is done. Zelenskyy’s missed the bus.
The Orange Baby trashes everyone.
They’re all abused by Disrespectful Don.
And yet, there’s something uglier and bigger.
We’ve missed, alas, his most atrocious con.
He could, but wouldn’t dare, opine upon
how Moscow helps the Shi’ite cause. Go figure.
You’re All Screwed
That empires come and go, we’re all aware.
Where is the Pharaoh now? The Hoplite? Hun?
They all supposed that dominance is fun,
and once you’ve got it, once you’re really there,
it’s yours for ever. Never will you share
the goodies. Since you have the biggest gun,
you’ve certified your station in the sun.
(There is no sun – there’s only solar flare).
What makes us think we’re special? Folks, we’re not.
Our mighty here-and-now is just a dot:
our Mister Ballroom, more like Mister Bean.
Barbarity is where we’re from, and what
awaits us will be terminal and hot,
without a jot of culture in between!
Nirvana awaits dada dear
thine paternal parent,
who helped sire yours truly,
a widower these
last fourteen plus years,
he laments absence,
and sorely misses presence
regarding scatterbrain spouse,
single word description,
he would readily concur
appellation linkedin with
bubbly headed just legal bride
born November thirteenth
ninety thirty five
learned thru the grapevine
(I must telephone him...
before the curtain call...,
whence his spirit
exits stage door left,
cashes in chips
gives up ghost
kick the bucket
rest in peace
et cetera, cuz
heavy sadness still pronounced
since me birth mother (his wife)
departed about three years
following grim terminal prognosis
metastatic uterine cancer
sabotaged her vivacious person
doggedly die hard zest
Arthur Murray ballroom instructor
unbridled questing nabbed,
(albeit flirtatious Lolita)
husbanded coy demeanor
snookered young, tall, slender,
handsome, athletic bachelor
unwitting prime ketch
female instinct pheromone scented
bewitched, enthralled, intoxicated...
pretty thang wrought yoked
without resistance ohm mat tickly
generated electric charm
crackled, popped, and snapped
synapses nsync between infatuated pair
future groom invoked flying colors
courtesy maternal grandmother
marriage spanned approximately half century,
not entirely wedded bliss,
yet each swore fidelity to the other
..."until death do us part".
At the collapsing edge of the shrinking time
in the fading gleam of the terminal twilight hour,
down the misty memory lane masked by shadows,
I see me walk my adoring children
on their changing contours of childhood landscape,
hands held with patient paternal care,
with the nestling warmth of everlasting love,
as they grow wings in their time and fly away.
An ancient mariner, self-disposed,
I navigate across many rough seas in tempest,
looking for propitious winds of love and empathy,
on the frayed out sail, I strive to raise in hope
to cruise at nightfall to the shore called home.
In the obscure depth of the introvert psyche,
the shrouded sense of gratitude subsists,
instinctively silent, and undemonstrated.
Engulfed by the seamless emptiness of solitude
I open my window on the flushing meadow,
the sunburst dawn sparkles on pearls of dew.
My blank mind morphs into a Monet canvas,
on the strokes of beguiled brush paints of joy flow,
loneliness gets configured in spectrum of expression,
as the sensuous stimulus of the pristine nature
suffuses the dormant art of life in me, unexplored.
January 24, 2021
Contest : Your Best Free Verse So Far This Year
Sponsor : John Hamilton
I have danced while music played,
and smiled, although despairingly,
through tears at smiles not meant for me.
Both soft eyes, though brown and drab,
have strived to glitter, with scant success,
as others shone bright, reflecting light
beneath their lashes, lush and long.
While I lurched in crazy drunken spirals,
others, precise, performed their pirouettes
and flowed across the polished floor
and smiled and laughed and more:
completely at their ease.
What terminal disease decrees
despair my partner in this dance?
Is there no chance to sit the music out,
a listener, discrete, devout?
While others whirl and dip, I slide and slip.
Must I be a half-a-pair with stumbling feet,
inept novice, graceless lout who, led about,
never has an easy air dancing with despair?
I think it was Aristotle who said reality= mass +stuff
One of my favorite lines from one of brightest of anytime
See I believe there are all these little formalities in realities
That makes life all the more fulfilling even for thos who have it rough
I never think things through instead I think through it
I don't take every branch climbing the tree but reevaluate my choices from the top
I'm not to much concerned with the questions most pose about life if its real conversation tho I don't want it to stop
But I just have one question
where are we what nothing became a void
capable of instantaneous creation and constant expansion
This can happen in 2 places the brain nature made or the computer store bought
Here is some access to the synapsis of this particular
Human and this is his opinion only but theory is really where the facts is
If heat rises why is it cold on mountain top
If all other things considered how is there terminal velocity
How can we track this
How can they say green house effect is all natural
And people didn't cause global warming
We caused that big ******** over Alaska
Which allowed gasses in that then were trapped in by ozone
These are questions I will always ask you.
Why is there motion in stillness
Why are their dry spots in the rain
Why are the evil allowed an easy life
And the saints get nothing but pain
Did you know they found molecules that seen to live in small numbers
But gather in many like families
They are present in all objects animate and inanimate
To this end everything has a soul your soul feels best ifyou don't grind the clutch its ceramic
How is it q rain cloud 1 square Mile weighs 10 million lbs
that there are babies qnd animals should just float away
But they don't because the formalities and the facts
I really don't know if I can explain it better or what to say
What if you made it all the way through life never of had to burden
Those close to you based both on choices you did and did not make
This is the reality your in its not always the best so many joujourneys to take
So what to do next just a few minutes live for God sake
And the cemetery is sculpted by freshly lain plots
Anticipating a frame to explain the gravely residents
To offer considerable homage with venerate thoughts
Of a journey long taken by soldiers and sycophants
Anticipating a frame to explain the gravely residents
An empty stone awaits the gracious terminal account
Of a journey long taken by soldiers and sycophants
And those who survived differently but died tantamount
An empty stone awaits the gracious terminal account
About an immortal battle that persists a war of sabotage
And those who survived differently but died tantamount
For they are our freedom from this absurd civil barrage
About an immortal battle that persists a war of sabotage
Gratitude is given to the cowards and the brave alike
For they are our freedom from this absurd civil barrage
Now dignity doused in tribute forever bleeds ghostlike
Gratitude is given to the cowards and the brave alike
To offer considerable homage with venerate thoughts
Now dignity doused in tribute forever bleeds ghostlike
And the cemetery is sculpted by freshly lain plots
5/17/2016
Afflicted grievously
my whole being was invaded
with loathsome sin-cancer cells
I was conquered by fatal pride's virus
verily smitten…
yes, spiritually sick was I…
Forsaking hypocrisy-denial’s stink,
I yielded to God, crying for His healing*
confessing my need
for the Saviour’s cleansing blood
of miraculous complete cure
toward triumphant transformation.
Midst grievous terminal stage
of soul-debility
God, life's Source, reached down to me
with His wondrous love
restoring, reviving me
by His peace-filled pardon.
Receiving His life eternal grant through faith
I'm freed from death-hell's wages
of sin-cancer's indictment
re-created to serve, exalting Christ
I’ll bring others with soul-ailment to Him
for them to delight in His eternal healing freedom.
Indeed, He offers wondrous soothing
you and I can trust…
assuring marvelous comfort
while gently laying His aid, poetically presented:
“Use my oil and mill my seed
My healing powers are all you need.”**
*Jeremiah 17:14 Heal me, O LORD, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved: for thou art my praise.
**I am Me, Set me Free by Maria Williams
March 5, 2020
2nd place, "Poetic lines from a Poetry Soup Poet - Maria Williams" Poetry Contest; Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 3/25/2020.
It is very difficult to envision
The savior
Who will he be ?
When will he come
What color will he be
Height, weight ?
What religion will he be ?
Will he be all that we hoped for
What language will he speak
Will he care who and what we are
Or where we came from will he care about money
Or will he, be a she or neither
What will he do to stop the killing
What can he possibly say that hasn’t already been said
It is very hard to fathom
Have we become so cold
Death and violence are everywhere
That is the cold hard fact, no one is immune
We are a race, running to win the race of survival
A breed, a predator with knowledge
A desperate mass with no focus
A greed driven, power hungry propelled
Adrenaline injected mass of unpredictable prime evil rage
Enveloped in a brainwashed chassis
Ironic how we measure honor, in gallons of blood
At the expense of our own, paying the bill
Unfortunately, we are at our best in the throws of rage
When we are seeking justice for wrongs done to us
If you’ve ever looked, I mean really looked at the violence
Daily !
You realize that you’ve become immune to it
Like a childhood disease
Only affected if it interrupts your life
Terminal, death……..and then the cycle begins again
Destruction's passion stimulated for revenge
Of the wrongdoings done them
Never ending self-service of eternities nocturnal rest
Whether forced or natural, it’s coming, be ready
Eric (and sometimes not)
The Last Debate is Over
By Franklin Price
10/20/2016
The last debate is over, and here I am once more,
Doing my due diligence to try to show the score.
Don't think either candidate hit the ball out of the field.
No home runs were hit last night, neither candidate would yield.
Unlike the other two debates, that were only that in name,
This one was the closest to a real debating game.
Questions asked were pertinent the answers mostly good.
The differences were evident if you listened as you should.
The results I saw, as follows, how I viewed it at the end;
I'll try to be objective on this you may depend.
It's really very clear to me, what each will try to do for us;
One leaves us at the terminal, the other lets us on the bus.
The Hillary came well prepared and, surprise, the Donald too;
Mostly on the subject, more than I thought that they would do
Banged heads with all their reasoning, raising more than just one lump.
Here's what I saw this country gets from both the Clinton and the Trump
Clinton marches down the path of established status quo
Trying to give it all away to everyone we know.
Trying to make all equal; every solitary soul
Dependent on the government, independent freedom in the hole.
The Trump is quite the opposite he knows that all's not right,
The change an uphill battle, at times an ugly fight.
A promise to make country first; that we should obey the law.
If we don't like it, change it, but defend it tooth and claw.
The rich take full advantage of laws that make them so
Some are even known to fill politicians' pockets up with dough
All others, we the people, have little say, with little voice.
The only one to blame is us; long ago we made that choice
Progress overcame us, independence thrown away.
We now work for the rich man, cursing our plight most every day,
Asking more of government; please save us from this plight.
Protect us and defend us and make everything alright
We forget it's We the People, at least the Constitution said,
Who should control the government. Why can't we get that through our heads?
So make your choice, and cast your vote, go to your polling place
And don't complain what happened, if you don't show your face.