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I am an ugly duckling in a world of unblemished snowy swans
Whose long necks only serve to further the height from which they look down upon me.
They have picked me clean of feathers, and I am ashamed of the scarred carcass beneath.
I am a toy, forgotten at the bottom of the toy box.
Once my only joy was in making others smile, laugh, learn . . .
Until they learned there were newer and better toys than me.
I am a lush, garden pool in the desert
Beckoning with the appearance of bounty and water
But only a mirage that, upon closer inspection, is dry and barren, having been sucked dry by previous travelers.
But, I am a woman. A wife. A mother.
I am planted in the soil of my determination, fed from the light of women who came before.
My body has been ripped apart by the same force that gives it the will to live.
I can part the clouds with a whisper, or call forth chaos with a scream.
But I choose to rule my kingdom with laughter, love, and loyalty.
Because my legacy will not be defined by anything but the fruit of this, my soul.
The food was indeed, Greek.
My first Greek Frappe!
A most divine, heavenly treat.
Gods must have created this.
So far beyond good!
In gigantic glasses,with ice chips.
It was as good as an Ouzo on the rocks!
The Festival on Saturday was terribly
overcrowded,
I wanted to leave,before it started.
Fashion in the USA,no kidding has truly
grown retarded!
I like seeing men as men, not dressed as
obese 13 year old boys, sporting baseball
caps.
And the beauty of women?
Tossed away like toys, now women
only dress as boys?
My years are catching up with me,
I must hearedtdly admit.
I wanted to run from an American
culture that is so far from fashion
phenomenally adrift!
Like buffalo we were overcome with
the most fashionably unfit.
I sat with my daughter drinking a
Frappe.
And my only thought was how soon
and how fast we could get away!
I lost my appetite to eat with American
bisons!
With god-ugly toes jutting out of
cheap, plastic flip-flops.
Fat leaping out of obnoxious holes on
jeans of 300 pound women?
Ah, kill me now and let me go to
heaven!
I lost my appetite to eat midst this
hellish plethora of dirty feet.
And hair from hell to top off this
ungodly, human feat.
Then came beautiful girls, their
arms skewed with tattoos so ugly.
My desire to escape hit me much
more than suddenly.
I did have a Pastitsio, that was
yummy!
Just had to keep my eyes off the
volcanic, bulging tummies.
Thank goodness there were not
many children there!
Their mothers, the size of German
tanks would have squashed them
into instant mummies!
I did buy an icon of Christos and
Panayiota holding her child
Both in a carved wooden case.
Now this brought a smile to my
face!
And a turquoise evil-eye bracelet
with crystals, to ward off any
future toe and bison disgrace!
Greek bread we brought to take
home.
I swore up and down to never
leave my home, to roam.
Greek cookies, Kourabiedes,
and Greek bread, seemed to
calm my confused head.
Perhaps, going on a Saturday
was the worst possible choice.
Maybe I can go blindfolded next
year and hush my voice?
Or not go at all?
Still have PTSD, after what I
always previously I experienced
as a yearly treat.
It once was like going to a ball!
September 10, 2029
The attendees were not Greeks.
Form:
‘We played wedding songs,
and you didn’t dance,
so we played funeral songs,
and you didn’t weep’
Luke 7:32b
Scribes and Pharisees, lean in.
They lean away, their fingertips at play,
nimble, with no paper cut. The pipers toot
out a jig and they scowl; then a dirge
and they skirt. Skittish of prophetic noise,
they amble for their toys and go on
walkabouts to gather up the fish
before the net goes out. Digits, hush,
or like the dastardly, wiggle about
underhandedly.
Scribes and Pharisees, at the skirt
of the Savior, don’t recognize
his mild behavior; they criticize.
Whereas, one woman chances to believe,
to receive power to be healed of her infirmity;
Pharisees harrumph to repeal - “not on the Sabbath!”
The scroll rolls out like a red carpet, snatched back up.
It is only for the designated driver to enforce.
And enforce with force, he does; take his pill.
Chill while each stays blind, lame, deaf, demonic.
The wise that hide their eyes in Jesus’ hem,
go left and right, on the narrow. Miracles
and forgiveness of hidden rose petals.
Heaven is dung to those who would rather cling
to popularity, religiosity, to their perfect life.
And what will they have at the end of the dusty trail.
No one to listen to them. Will every day be like a Sabbath,
where they aren’t allowed to pick up their mat
and escape through heaven’s gate? Yet, they shall see
the walk of their enemies, piled high smiles, the light
before darkness, fire and brimstone, hell
to be exact. Never again will they catch a glimpse
of what they lost, though they try to unscramble
their minds, lost to forever time, without a save.
Great is the way true love sets free,
Old path of cross each burden borne;
Opt thus this day true grace soul sees,
Death of all dross once sad forlorn.
Feel new hope urge our sorrows sad,
Reach for pure grace that melts all fear;
Ire burns new surge of error mad,
Dream of a space where new life steers;
Abide these times with precious hope,
Yield to the touch of saving grace.
Reap sanguine rhymes that flavour hope,
Ignite that much of faith in place;
Truth comes to show a brand new peace,
Unleash sure joy where love finds room;
Act channels flow in lavish ease,
Live as light toys as beauty blooms.
Feel love you feel and dare to be,
Ask grace right now to know the way;
Choice ever heals that soul may see,
Etch lovely vow to live each day.
Leon Enriquez
30 March 2018
Singapore
He held her finger to help cross the road,
At age of thirty mum was getting old,
They went across to buy her new glasses,
She finds it hard to read in her classes.
The shop was large like a sports stadium,
They even had a large aquarium,
They took mother in to sort out her eyes,
While he played motor cars with other boys.
Then he took her to favourite toy shop,
bought a batman toy and a spinning top,
Then they shopped for his new school starting soon,
A bag, lunch box and a Mickey Mouse spoon.
It was midday, time for something to eat,
Pizza Hut he liked, would buy mum a treat,
He ordered the food, drink and two Ice cream,
Pizza and lollies was always mum’s dream.
Late evening when his dear dad returned home,
He said how he had been helping his mum,
The eye test, lunch and toys were all retold,
Such responsibilities on a five year old!!
Along with a haunting horde trick-a-treating
Dressed as ghosts, ghouls and goblins,
Dancing dwarfs and teetering giants,
Despicable despots and snarling demons,
Pirates, warlords and mercenaries,
Blood-sucking vampires and wolverines,
Dracula, zombies and Frankenstein,
Skeletons, Spiderman and scarecrows,
Walking deads or the Grim Reaper,
Pretty princesses or the wicked witches,
We too tagged along with this
wild and weird looking carnival,
Hiding our sinister thoughts
and evil designs behind
our smiling Joker's masks
to garner the most candies and toys
with our macabre charm!
Very much so as in our mundane lives
Each morn after a fitful night,
We put on the masks of
good cheers and civility,
Hiding the day's concerns and care,
Envy, hate and jealousy
behind a hypocritical smile and keen dress.
But on this eerie night of Halloween,
We get to let our masks down for a while!
~"Halloween Poem" contest by Carol Eastman
Small Voice
Inside.
I am changing.
It happened.
I don’t want it too.
It was a mistake.
My heart is racing, I checked the stick.
Yes, it is for real. I am with child.
I need to dump this problem.
I need to let go, of him.
He does not want me.
He does not want us. (us?)
Butterflies, trains, duck tails,
and cookies for the holiday.
Nonsense, what is this?
I can not think clearly…
I walk by the window, at the mall.
Little toys and things, … I begin to cry.
I am going to die.
I want to die.
I should go now…
I delay,
I don’t know why…
I am stupid.
He called me this morning.
He does not believe me.
He hates me,
and never wants to see me again.
Today, today I will kill it.
Today, today my baby kicked me.
Today, I decided He was a dick.
Today, I decided to be a mom.
My tale goes back fifty years to my boyhood days,
to a mansion three stories high near the road way,
we boys aged ten, with girls not allowed to play,
our family rules were strict, we better obey!
the girls had their own groups and played away from boys,
so shy, they were home with mums and liked girlish toys!
on way to school, would pass them by, greet them with Hi!
beyond such brief exchanges there were no further ties!
May’s summer scorching heat brought us school holidays,
two months of sheer delight, thanks to Sun’s sizzling rays!
up early morning, time was ours to waste and slay,
played under banian tree covered in dust and clay!
cricket, favourite sport, under shade of the tree,
local priest would referee, if we did not agree!
some days he would even serve snacks with homemade tea!
our playground was near his place from where he could see!
an old granny was spectator from her thatched house,
cheering loud from her chair in white saree and blouse,
lonely she enjoyed our game having lost her spouse,
would reward us with sweets, with milk from her own cows!
decade past went to see where my childhood had been,
tree was gone, granny had died and priest was not seen,
a young lady greeted me so pretty and lean,
first meeting with my future wife, then in her teen!
Our cute and fluffy kitten
Fits in the palm of my hand.
Holding her, I am smitten
As I listen to her purring band.
Adorable, tiny cat
Is hiding we know not where.
Seems she curled up to lay flat
On my neck, under my hair.
Precious, playful, small kitty
Paws all things in soccer play.
With curls, jabs and leaps silly
She tosses her food like prey.
Our little, kitty-baby
Plays with her favorite toys
And is often stubborn crazy
To claw our feet for her joys.
Small, adventurous kitten
Loves boxes, drawers and baskets
That she may tightly fit in
Cause snugly is fantastic.
Fragile, curious kitten
Loves all places unbidden.
It is her given mission
To hide in bath and kitchen.
Family is our baby feline,
To care for with loving praise.
Her cute ways add sunshine.
She is a blessing to raise.
Candy canes dangle from the Christmas tree
Hershey kisses wrapped up like silver bells
Red ribbons adorn presents just for me
Icicles and snowflakes cast yuletide spells
Santa Claus will visit all boys and girls
They enjoy dreams of toys on Christmas day
Mistletoe kisses make those snowflakes swirl
As carolers sing under a starry display
Silent night is the song they love to sing
Many sing along with hearts all aglow
Angelic choirs sing glory to the king
Goodwill wishes spreads to everyone we know
Inside their homes children giggle with glee
Curious to know if Santa they will see
***
12/15/16