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Knock-knock, hello ma'am! Take a look at this shine,
a brand-new skillet to make your dinner divine.
I see you’ve been working and slaving all day,
with pots that turn gravy, charcoal and gray.
But look at this surface, so sleek and so smooth,
designed for your kitchen, with patterns that soothe.
No butter, no grease, and no scrubbing the sink,
it cooks up a steak as quick as a wink.
Your eggs will slide out like a puck on the ice,
your hubby will swear, the chicken tastes nice.
It's forged out of steel that was meant for a jet,
the sturdiest tool that a woman can get.
So toss out that iron that weighs down your wrist,
an offer like this is too good to be missed.
Just sign on the line and I’ll hand you the best,
and give your old cook stove a much-needed rest.
Me To You To Me.
A heart of such gold
it outshines the sun.
Of singular beauty
there must be but one.
A luminous presence
that makes the heart beat.
Lighting the darkness
a once hopeless feat.
Desires imagined
long left behind,
flawlessly kindred,
two of a kind
A door never opened.
None holding the key.
enchanting the mind
spectacularly.
Kindness abundant.
As smart as is wise,
leveling worlds
without a disguise.
Resilience & courage
encompass the core,
raising the spirit
as none gone before.
Is this but a dream
of many made fool?
Which will it be,
exception or rule?
Emotions made ice
since long long ago.
Refusing to melt,
this all that I know.
Convinced in my self
I no longer care.
What nothing could be
if not do I dare?
So I'll play the joker,
and toss out a rope.
For it's truly the fool
that's given up hope.
Whatever the outcome.
However the end.
If not be their more,
forever a friend.
Relationships are special
Where break ups are rough.
The reasons you loved them
Become why you leave.
A special bond shared,
Destroyed from the roots.
You become haunted
By what you both shared.
Where once lay adoration
Turns to resentment
Of two souls who
Once promised each other the world.
You can’t hear your favourite song
Without thinking of them.
Every place that you go
Is tainted with their scent.
Dancing in the rain
Is now too intimate for you.
When the sky pours,
You no longer feel happy.
There’s the absence of clothes
In the other half of the cupboard.
Only your shoes
Sit in the doorway.
Your regular waitress
Hands you your coffee.
‘It’s on me,’
Said with pity.
The taste of your food
Is nothing but bland.
He took all the spices
That belonged in your kitchen.
The bookshelf is empty
And you don’t know why.
There’s only one book
But you were the reader.
It’s highlighted and marked,
With notes in the margins.
You’re donating it;
It hurts too much to read.
There’s no food in the fridge—
But that’s a lie.
There’s food in the fridge,
Just too much for you.
The milk is expired.
When last did you drink?
He was the coffee person
Every morning at six.
You stare at your phone
With an unintended hope.
It's not going to ring;
He won't be calling again.
You tear off the poems
Lining your bedroom walls.
Toss out clothes
You have no reason to wear.
(They’re too big anyway.)
Your hair is too short.
Bob to your chin.
It makes you look old
And the blond doesn’t help.
Your roots are showing,
But you can’t wait.
You just want to dye it.
It wasn’t a look you wanted.
You find your face wet,
Lay in the cold of the bed.
You’re alone
And nothing will ever be the same.
Inspired by 'Cut my hair hair' by Mico.
Dear God
I know you hear my crying
From deep in the night
I really am trying
To make right
I'm awake in my bed just there lieing
To prepare for this battle I must fight
The war best know as my life
And how sometimes I don't want to get through the day
Let alone the night
And I must find the strength, the might
To once again regain sight
Of what awaits for me ahead
Some of those things I know I will dread
But moments must go on
Time soon will be lost and gone
Will I still be standing all alone
Dear God
I know you've seen my tears
You know about all my fears
Some have stuck around for years
Why oh why can't everyone still be here
Why did I let everyone important to me disappear
I long for all my kids and him to be near
Family and friends that are held in my heart that are so dear
But I take what I got it's not everyone, but it's a lot
I can't have it all
So I need to stop hitting that brick wall
I can't always seem to pick myself up from that fall
Dear God
I know you listen to my pleas
Of how I could make time freeze
Go back to when I was young
Capture the feelings from the past
Toss out what I've become
And make the love I want to give last
I have to dig my way out of this hole
I need to capture what is left of me
I need to re-capture my soul
And again take control
I need that little spark
When all around me is getting dark
Dear God
I know I seem to ask a lot
But right now I have to
Use everything I know to do
Cause it's all I got
Battles to be won
And some to be lost
But all the fights will be fought
Even when I have no strength
And want to give in
Because I know better than anyone
This war with myself I may not always win
But is will also probably never end
The truth is that people think I am the best listener in the world.
I have mastered the face and the expressions of the most interested.
I can toss out the best impression of a person who cares.
I am doing it correctly, for waitresses sit down and tell me their story.
I scoot over for waiters, hairdressers and bartenders too.
A few well placed “hms”, “wows” and “oh, mys" make me fast friends.
Most are self-involved, care not if they learn anything about me.
They want my deeply empathetic hazel eyes to pull out their truths.
I am an actress, playing a role, giving them what they need.
Wondering why they are too selfish to ask me anything about me.
I am the world’s most notorious imposter of a listener.
Many times I am on autopilot, not hearing a word they say.
Sadly, they hug me goodbye and tell me how much it means to them.
Come with us Halloweening.
We’ll frolic in the streets.
We’ll race from house to house to house
Spouting “Trick-or-Treats.”
And eagerly we’ll each collect
Confections in a bag.
Fellow ghouls, we’ll abandon you
If you even start to lag!
No slackers in OUR party
As we dash from door to door.
Unlit locations far removed
Instinctively we ignore.
Our goal: to get all we can hold
This wickedly winsome night,
This “Hallowed Eve” of children’s dreams
For fancy and delight.
A time that kids’ imaginings
Collectively take flight
In form of costumes of all kinds-
Of whimsy and of fright.
For Dale and I, that’s part of the fun,
But even better yet
Is what we’ve counted the days off FOR-
The bounty we’re going to get!
And through the dark we onward dart.
Watch as we trespass
People’s lawns, but yards with dogs
We cleverly bypass.
And when we need to go back home
To get more paper sacks,
We drop off treats we’ve got so far,
Then quickly double back. . .
Until we’ve covered every block
Of every foreknown spot
That we had ever frequented
And some that we had not!
Then good and late we homeward speed
With just a little dread,
For darkened windows greet us
And most folks have gone to bed.
We throw our candies on the floor,
So much there is to eat!
We count each chewy chocolate bar,
Each popcorn ball and sweet.
We toss out raisins, apples,
Tiny suckers, silly fruit,
Or give them to our siblings
Who received too little loot.
Then off to bed, our day complete,
We dream of how we’ll feast
Each day with glee, while savoring
Our treasury of treats.
For the Halloween Night Poetry Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
(Dedication: For Ann, my loving wayfarer.)
Mind makes magic in moves cryptic;
Yield to delight in passion play;
Sense dramatic the mad mystic;
Touch greet insight as nonsense strays;
Explore that verge where poise greets tact;
Reap sure goodwill that ever springs;
Your feelings merge with unknown pact.
Make what you will of charm that sings;
Align your state within sure feel;
See focus find the path of joy;
Toss out grim fate as peace now heals;
Endow new mind as cheer employs;
Reach a new way of spending time;
Yes start your play with blooming rhymes.
Leon Enriquez
14 June 2014
Singapore
Whether the Good Lord or Charles Darwin gave Adam his fruit
Regardless of ideology versus faith rules our common pursuit
We need to accept that life is dangerous and fraught with peril
Don’t jump the gun before facing the reaper or his rifle barrel
Instead it might help to live for today and embrace what goes on
Make hay when the sun shines before the finite moment is gone
Roses have thorns nettles may sting and snakes poison for real
Not unlike families who can spew toxins they are unable to conceal
Choose carefully with whom you share your knife to slice bread
Not rocket since that otherwise you might be prematurely dead
You can turn a worm ridden table as often as you consider fit
Oil cleans surfaces and place mats but inherent fissures can split
Share a jug of water with a hint of mint draped with olive branches
Without preconditions or anger when you apportion the tranches
If life only gives you lemons plant yet another citrus fruit tree
Sour seeds hold promise and possibilities not that easy to see
Felines are said to have nine lives but humans have no such luck
It is best to unwind and enjoy current presence before we get stuck
When you stride in your strife remember you might be an example
Children are attentive and they learn fast what might not be ample
But whatever you decide do not toss out the baby with the bath
Don’t put the cat in the microwave as it might explode on its path
25th February 2020
True, there is evil in this spinning, world so vast and wide.
But to label, entire groups, shows that humans can be snide.
I am not talking about murder here at all here.
But it’s so easy to condemn others with words and jeer.
We do not present true facts to prove that anyone is a cheat.
We just toss out generalizations, while we tap our poetic feet.
While good men and women may lose lives tonight in battle.
We are warm and safe at home and hear only our pens rattle.
We get a POTD and it might go to our most creative heads..
We think we are special, while civil servants, by tonight, will be dead.
America, or any country needs men and women to protect and serve.
In their armies or in politics, before Communinism throws us a fast curve.
Most of us have had ethical or religious training of various kinds.
It’s unseemly to condemn any, who serve in anyway, is indeed, most unkind.
Watching the words we write, is far from a tasteless joke.
If we pen to destroy others, we are no better than pigs in a poke!
Generalizations about entire groups are reflection’s on our souls and us.
Share ‘your ‘character defections, before casting aspersions of others at us!
5/26/2024
The Darwin Awards are based upon Darwin's theory
regarding the survival of the fittest and elimination of the weak.
The less intelligent die off and are eliminated from the gene pool
and it is to they that the Darwin Awards are awarded to.
The Darwin Awards are awarded tongue in cheek.
Awards are given to they who died due to their own stupidity.
Paul Stiller, 47, and his wife Bonnie
were bored just driving around at about 2 A.M.
so they lit a quarter stick of dynamite to toss out the window
just to see what would happen.
Someone should have told them that the window was closed.
and so to Paul and Bonnie Stiller this Darwin Award goes.
However, they don't truly qualify for a Darwin Award actually
because both of them miraculously survived their injuries,
but I'm sure that a Darwin Award will be granted in their future inevitably.