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Born December 5, 1961,
blonde cherubic, lips of rose buds,
eyes of the bluest baby innocence.
Remember the 1960's brother,
Massapequa proud, Long Island.
Our Cedar Street,
lined once with what now are
vintage Chevys, Buicks,
our lime-green Rambler.
1964-65 World's Fair in Queens
at the fireworks show-
we briefly lost you there,
found you with a good-hearted
police officer,
brother of our souls.
Us siblings watched Romper Room,
Wonderama, Lassie, Flintstones,
the Wonderful World of Disney
on Sunday nights,
so idyllic then,
before the tragic Vietnam War roiled
the country.
Christmas Eves waiting for
Santa's reindeer stirring on
the roof.
The decades, they passed too soon,
us siblings scattered and aged
out of our youth.
Life, it can take us on roads
far apart,
but I thought often of us,
brother of our souls.
You rode horses
Western style,
your Stetson shading your
fair freckled skin,
keep riding above the bounds
of the mortal earth,
your journey here is done.
Remember the 1960's brother,
that was the times of childhood,
of us,
and they will live on,
brother of our souls. ~
In Loving Memory of
Gerald DeGruchy
December 5, 1961-January 30, 2024
Tuesday train ride to nowhere near;
April Fool pride to laugh with cheer.
Midday trip far on NorthEast rail;
To fling ajar thoughts that unveil.
Through fourteen stops till end of track;
Then reverse hops till choice set back.
Explore the sights with curious eyes;
In wonder's flight with casual sighs.
So many views and vantage points;
Feel happy cues reach ends that join.
A tour by train to check things out;
Watch day retain a sunny shout.
Loiter and chill by this new mall;
A simple meal by food court stalls.
A quick repast to prime refill;
Too soon alas, to feed appeal.
Then once again to journey home;
To abode plains from whence we roam.
Sunset and dark bring fading light;
In time to spark our sitcom sights.
Soon we will start brief getaway;
Let mind and heart adjust to play.
Leon Enriquez
03 Apr 2014
Singapore
I turned on the radio and heard this country song,
The melody was steady, the feeling sure was strong.
A steel guitar was twanging, like memories in the night,
It painted fields of summer, gold beneath the fading light.
A voice sang about a heartbreak down on some old dusty road,
Of letters never written and love that once had glowed.
He crooned about a front porch, a dog asleep at feet,
A gentle southern sunset and a world that felt complete.
The chorus told of freedom, a truck and open sky,
Of chasing distant daydreams and never asking why.
There was laughter in the verses, and tears within the tune,
Old friends and faded blue jeans, memories gone too soon.
Each word felt like a story I somehow knew by heart,
About losing what you cherish and finding a new start.
I turned up the dial louder, let the music take me home,
In every line and melody, I found I'm not alone.
So here’s to country radio, where memories belong,
And hearts find some comfort in a simple country song.
I broke my foot, and you kissed me that night, in front of my car.
I could barely walk, but I floated away.
It all began and ended, as powerful as a hurricane.
What we had was taken too soon, and your mother didn’t approve.
She never did like me much, but that didn’t stop you.
We blossomed, like a flower on a warm sunny day.
Until that fateful day when I heard the news.
There had been an accident. The driver didn’t see you.
Frozen in time, as I was informed of your demise.
I couldn’t move, as my heart sank to the depths of the cold dark ocean.
Frost bitten, as time stood still.
Ship wrecked as my world came crashing down.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
I couldn’t believe this was the end.
I couldn’t believe you were gone.
Emotion like waves crashing and turning.
By the time my foot healed, you were gone.
The funeral came and everything blurred together.
Your art on display, a museum dedicated to you.
Your mother, finally recognized me, as I looked over you laying there.
I’ll never forget the pain in her eyes, as she thanked me and apologized.
This ship has run aground, unable to ever sail again.
When I was a child
of just ten or twelve, not much more,
I would climb the pear tree in the yard
climbing up high and unafraid
just to view the sunset.
The view across the yard
was breathtaking
even in my child's eye.
With no idea of the future
I was content with just the sun
and the ever presence of my small existence,
that simple now in which i lived.
In those youthful, carefree days
I was an only child
dependent and raised on my grandmother's love,
living in my own self created world.
In time, both passed away
into a more imaginative life
of growing up and getting to know me.
On thinking back now,
I think I grew old too soon,
aging and mature before my time.
No longer am I a child
but I want to be
to see those sunsets once again
and go back to climbing trees.
Cheer frames a style that happy knows;
Joy seeds fond smiles in active glow.
Pain and gall come to test your wits;
Ample the sum as wonder fits.
Live ups and downs with sanguine heart;
A fool and clown make jest an art.
Take things easy in earthly times;
Peace of mind frees what faith now rhymes.
Change comes too soon when zest departs;
Bitter the boon in foolish parts.
Do what you must with mindful pace;
Switch to firm trust in time and space.
Watch what you say for words own poise;
Choice works life's play to power voice.
There is no jest in boomerang;
Fate primes your best when effect bangs.
Calm face blooms charm in poise and fit;
Keep safe from harm when peace owns wit.
Too soon, too late the moments breeze;
Go through life's gates and bear with sneeze.
The journey ends just as you start;
Set purpose grand to honour art.
Know and align sure heart and mind;
Seeking must find true soul design.
Seed a fond style that fits your taste;
Forge thoughts worthwhile with cheer and haste.
Just for today, be good to all;
Self-talk can stray to good not gall.
Leon Enriquez
13 March 2015
Singapore
She wondered, entering the sea, in fierce relentless rain,
As the waves crashed hard against the rocks, would she see the sun again?
Her life was dark now,like the sky that loomed a murky grey,
Her body breathing in the air, as her legs,
start to give way.
Her head’s a torrid mass of thoughts, her heartbeat racing fast,
With terror running through her veins, as she relives her past.
She wades now, deep into the sea, numb and unperturbed,
The voice inside screams “help me”, but not a sound is heard.
Her body shaking violently, her eyes, a blurry glass
In measured breaths, she speaks aloud,
The words….”this too, shall pass”.
The world seems very different now, the pull so very strong,
A song is entering her mind, “I did it my way”, plays along.
If only she’d embraced her life and had the aptitude to think,
Instead of being ruled by fear and turning to the drink.
So many poignant moments missed and memories were lost,
Affirming self-destruction at such a heavy cost.
Now, immersed in thrashing waves and violent cracks of thunder,
She takes one last look at the sky as the water pulls her under.
She can't accept the things, she cannot change, the grief and shame so raw
And, the courage to change the things she can, had always been her flaw.
The darkness, now engulfs her and her body becomes light,
She can see all those that died too soon, each one had lost their fight.
And as she takes, her final breath, the last thought to remain,
Is…. now the clouds have disappeared and I will see the Sun again.
Meet me on the other side with strawberries and wine
take me on a fanfare ride, closer than the stars and moon
Light the evening sky for me be my candle in the wind
loose my senses make me tilt and swoon
as you draw me in, then draw me out.
Inside this love cocoon for two
a lovely dream must bloom
for if I wake then you'll be gone too soon.
Hide me like a bride on a wedding night of silk
place a kiss upon my lips, I'll pretend I'm wide awake
take me to the brook be my decanter of milk
I'd rather stay asleep for goodness sake
with eyes enclosed, I can pretend
that your the wave and I'm the shore
and together we will sleep, forever more.
January 21, 2023
My anticipation mounting as I walk into the lobby
A trip to the theatre is my greatest love, my hobby
With feelings of great wonder and excitement overflowing
For only a calamity can really stop me going
With my expectations rising, well it isn’t so surprising
I am soaking up the auras of the souls long gone before us
Moving to the auditorium an usher guides me to my seat
I sit down slowly, looking forward to this special treat
The curtains looking sumptuous, rich and velvet, long and red
I await for them to part to see the magic that’s ahead
The excitement it is palpable, sends shivers down my spine
The curtains draw back slowly and the spotlight starts to shine
Clad in Japanese kimonos players enter from stage right
As a travelling musician plays his songs into the night
For he’s in love with Yum Yum and his name is Nanki Poo
For the son of the Mikado this betrothal is taboo
The music becomes louder, my heart it beats so fast
As the show begins and transports me way back into the past
But all too soon the end is nigh, the audience still on a high
Joyous and exuberant and sad they have to say goodbye
Returning to the stage Players bowing one by one
Audience cheering loudly for the fine work they have done
I stand and clap and share with them my great appreciation
Wondering how they feel about our mutual admiration
An Actor’s life, it surely has to be a dream come true
It also has to be the hardest thing for one to do
For witnessing an Actor at the peak of their career
Is the ideal way to spend a day, the perfect panacea
written 8th September 2017
9th May 2021
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The following is something my father wrote to my mother while he was stationed away from her.
On Separation
Is fate, that has long denied me thy arms,
About to give me the pleasure of thy many charms.
Doth not these pleasures too soon fade away from me.
Oh when will the time come that together we will always be.
Each time we part, something inside me dies.
When will life give me the time when there will be no good-bye.
Is not this life apart from you death.
Rather than this death, is it not better to be in my grave without breath.
Death is the coward's way; the brave must face life.
Must we long suffer heartaches, is there no end to this strife.
My dear, I hope you can understand this, for nothing else can explain my mood. Tell me what you think about it...if you like it I might try to write more.
23, Mar. 1958
Capt., Thomas M. Bland, Sr, USMC
Dec.13, 1934- June 26, 1975
(BTW- she loved it so much she made a copy to carry with her. Hers is the pencil copy)