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Here I sit
Gaze at blank iPad page;
No words come
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Sunday somnolence
A day of rest;
Sleep and company
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Digital movie at home
"Salt" without pepper;
Unexpected twist
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Tired eyes drooping
Too much to soak in;
Information overload
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Inspirational book
Useless without action;
Substance embodies
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Words inspire
Act with sure tact;
Fruits from seeds
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There will be time
Time for doing;
Waiting on timing
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Do the right thing
At the right time;
For the right reasons
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Darkness invites
Cover for the unknown;
Fear marks courage
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Moonlight glow
After drenching downpour;
Dreamy desolation
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Dark, dark this deep night
Wet deserted winding streets;
Street lamps glow eerie
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Midnight hour stalks
Sleepy world in slumber;
Not a soul in sight
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Silence keeps company
Swirl of aqueous breeze;
Shiver on the spine
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Last gulp of water
Just before bedtime;
Tipsy dreams intervene
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Poise of sleepy eyes
Closing on a dream;
Hurling astral worlds
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Do I date niche
A crazy metaphor;
Bedtime fantasies
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Leon Enriquez
16 November 2014
Singapore
The days are laden with a mixture of joy and sorrow
The days give the hope and the exalt of tomorrow
While at the same time
They keep swaying to the tunes of life
The tunes singing that
Tomorrow does never come
And even if it does,
Tomorrow does meet with its end
Or with an unexpected twist
Causing us all to bear the very weight of life
On our shoulders
While we do carry the burden of our crosses!
Somehow, don't we wish we could paint our lives
The way we would want it to be
Don't we wish we could simply opt to act out
Or change roles, as we would deem it fit
Pray, life, in the very end,
Remains a Mighty Goddess
Giving us no choice
But tempting us with the hope and the exalt
With which she is imbibed of!
Pray, of what use is waiting for tomorrow
Best it is to swallow the sorrow
And build up the exalt
By living that which is today!
In the car, our radio
Has stations we adore
From a company called Sirius,
Which we pay extra for.
As Sirius subscribers,
We get classical and blues,
Plus the Beatles and a lot of
Rock and roll from which to choose.
But on New Year’s eve, our signal
(For it’s satellite deployed)
Just stopped working and so Poof!
There went the music we enjoyed.
Since it’s holiday, we couldn’t
Reach a person to assist
And the helpline couldn’t help us,
Not an unexpected twist.
We will follow up tomorrow,
Though the irony, to me,
Is that we had no such problems
When our radio was free!
I packed a few belongings in
a knapsack, my journey to begin.
When my mother gave me a goodbye kiss,
I never expected Barovia's mist.
But I didn't think to count the cost,
and now I'm all alone and lost.
I wonder if I'm even missed.
It seems I'm stuck in Barovia's mist.
Often, I look deep inside my being,
but this fog always clouds my seeing.
Do I even really exist
as I languish in Barovia's mist?
Frustration and anger grip my soul
as I struggle to maintain control
and clench my seething fist.
I must escape from Barovia's mist.
Every time I collapse in despair,
wishing I could clear the vapor in the air,
I find I can't resist
the dark powers of Barovia's mist.
One day, my senses were strangely jarred.
A white-haired lady drew a Tarokka card.
Who knew that she was in my midst
as I wallowed in Barovia's mist?
Said she, "You don't know what's in store".
(Lady Eva was the name she bore.)
"You must keep trying and persist.
Don't surrender to Barovia's mist.
For, in this land, we never know,
as Castle Ravenloft, above, and we below,
await an unexpected twist,
in the mysterious Barovian mist."
Life is a gift
With an unexpected twist
A little crisp
And full of risk
It is a story
With a gist of glory
Somewhere with a feeling of sorry
That is so ordinary
A route to unknown direction
Having no fixed destination
In search of our prime location
We missed out life’s best occasions
To be either happy or sad
Will confuse you, making you mad
With nothing extra to add
Because its the only choice you had
Being lucky in your life
Is like a blessing
And to be unlucky
Like a curse
Life is a tragedy
Sometime serious, sometime comedy
Going in with a flow
Just like a parody
•BAD CHOICES•
In the dance of love, they chose amiss,
Partners whose embrace stung like a kiss.
It's a world of nuts thread and bolts,
Also, a world of sharpeners and pencils.4
The sharpener is in a union with a nut thread,
Oh, what a misfit, though a disaster withheld.
The pencil found solace in a bolt head.
According to feelings, a match quite unique,8
But deep inside, their hearts yearned for a love to seek.
Days went by but the pencil grew weary & alone,
The sharpener struggled to find a place to be shown.¹¹
We witnessed the allure of their charming art,
But soon their love became a poisoned dart.
In their eyes, a tempest lurking deep,
Their promises, like shadows, couldn't keep.¹5
They mistook their lies for the sweetest truth,
Oh, how they yearned for the days of youth.
Destiny created a scene, as their paths align,
In an unexpected twist, their feelings intertwine.¹?
A spark ignited, a connection unsurpassed,
As the pencil & sharpener crossed paths at last.
But from their misstep, they couldn't emerge anew,
A heart once soldout to false choice, now beats true.²³
For in the pain of wrong steps of those days,
They found the light & vision of a better place,²5
And learnt a lesson in the school of choices;
Whether it's in marriage or any endeavour,
The sad truth might be too late to savour.
Don't wait for long & still make a bad decision.
Making the best choice should be your mission.³°
•Vick Manuel Poetry• {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright © December 27th, 2023.
You'll never be any good with your hands
as a youngster he was told
It took years to have a go, build confidence
and thus be brave and bold
It began around age mid thirties, helped a builder
construct his house of brick
He then decided to add a little wall
it was solid, it was level, never going to fall
Now at a new location he completed
a mud brick family home
Self esteem now on the rise,
next a passive solar greenhouse,
made of local stone
The addition of a two storey stone extension,
the next project on the list
In the middle of construction, an epiphany,
how life can take an unexpected twist
A realisation that all the building
which previously he had done
From his father, an approval,
is what he hoped would come
But now he knew there was but himself,
any task in the future to be achieved
From himself to himself,
was the only approval to be received
Freedom from the shackles
that had always dogged his life
Nothing further now to keep his mind
supposedly in strife
And so the moves continued
for some further years
More and more construction
now he'd overcome the fears
The projects continued, houses built of strawbale
an extension of hempcrete
And finally owner builder just like all the rest,
a home of steel, the last one to complete
Will he build again, not likely
but as yet he's not uttered never
Necessity sometimes beckons
and on should never utter never ever
Fate’s Game
by Odin Roark
Like innocent spray atop a tsunami curl,
You ride your controlled serendipity,
Delivering surety in an unexpected twist,
Destiny’s setup for drama that follows.
Never satiating your alacrity,
You fish-oil-coat your barbed cunning,
Slipping lathered lures easily
Down gullible throats of anticipation.
For you,
Making another landfall
Is just another layer
Added to your flotsam-beach theatrics,
Designed like playful foreshadowing
For a planned second and third act dénouement.
Oh how you chortle
Amid your game of certainty,
Bedding the unsuspecting like a predestinate,
A loan-out reality guised in wet dream duplicity,
Arousing our trust,
Yet never awarding a curtain call
Of our own choice.
Quandary persists.
After all,
Like nature’s often sardonic casting,
You are fate,
The ever-floating understudy,
An ineluctable wave-curl in waiting,
An unrevealed power we know not of
Until…