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My Dad, the Coalman
My father was a coalman ,when I was a little girl
Five ‘o’ clock each morning, coal-sacks on his shoulder he would hurl
Behind the wheel of a lorry at fourteen years of age
No driving licence did he have, for he was under-age
My dad he was a strapping lad, what you would call robust
Handsome, though you couldn't tell, face covered in coal-dust
When he would come home at night, he was quite a scary sight
All I could see was big brown eyes and teeth so pearly-white
He'd perch me on his saddle and wheel me up and down the lane
Even though he'd worked a ten hour shift and was in a lot of pain
He used to tell us stories, they always made us laugh
He told us about a lady who wanted her coal put in the bath
One day he was approached by an expectant mum called Florrie
She told him that her waters had broken, so he took her on the lorry
When she arrived at the hospital, her skin and clothes were black
She'd got there safely in one piece, surrounded by Nutty-Slack
Some customers would pay upfront, my dad his lesson learnt
When customers refused to pay for coal already burnt
If someone was short of money, he would fill up their coal-scuttle
But if he told his dad, the boss, his response would be unsubtle
Hardly anyone has coal fires now and this makes me very sad
But lots of people in the town remember the Coalman, ‘my dad'
Competitiveness in business
Is a sorry sight to witness
Cheating if the chance allows
Lie, slander put them down
Compare it to a sporting fixture
You can’t cheat with refs around
Upfront honesty that features
In business no rules are found
Clueless Bosses that are weak
Sport would see them sink beneath
Sort by results when you compete
Not top because you power seek
Sucking up creates the chances
Manipulative for advances
It’s how liars take advantage
Business leaves you disenchanted
It’s not about who is best
It’s about who is slyest
That’s how to progress
at the top but no better than the rest
Underground rivers unsettle thoughts,
feelings on stable ground.
Real estate doesn't sound as real
with thoughts of hyporheic flow
beneath our feet,
out of sight and sound.
Rivers are meant to have light on top,
transparency.
Underground flow must look more like a furtive capillary
than an upfront tributary,
bringing salvific moisture
down into and across and through
deep ecological roots of fertility.
Hypostatic unions
are contrasts between understory backgrounds
emerging into focal foreground,
like darkness of night's flowing complexities
from which light emerges each day
then fades again,
like Yang creation stories
emerging from Yin
hypostatic partnering,
hyporheic flow
deep down within ecological consciousness,
subterranean channels
feeding timeless roots
of healthy real estates,
cooperative becoming.
Pretty young girl, in school and pregnant
Sixteen-year old mother, just a teen
Birthed a daughter and named her Edith
Had to give her up, it broke her heart
Through the years, she never forgot her
August third their anniversary
Inside she’d weep her birthday wishes
Sometimes she’d even light a candle
Atop a little frosted cupcake
She’d count aloud the years their passing
Imagine her wee one all grown up
This went on until she got married
Soon she started her new family
And she named her eldest son Eddy
No coincidence by any means
She wore her heart upfront on her sleeve
Without guile, she was an open book
Little Edith belonged here as well
Birthday cake on every August third
One night Edith did receive a call
No way could she sleep one wink that night
Aging, her biological mom
Had at last found her and wished to meet
So they reconvened and mended hearts
Now August third had come full circle
Her whole family reunited
Soon she could die peaceful and fulfilled
AP: 2nd place 2020
I resent how life just carries on
After some are one-by-one gone.
I know we all have to move on,
But I'll remember them every dawn.
I resent being told how to feel.
Only few know how much grief is real.
Sometimes not even time can heal
The illnesses that come to steal.
I resent myself for being so blunt,
For writing to a grieving mother upfront,
After she lost her daughter to a "stunt,"
I realize I wrongly felt the need to confront.
I resent being told grief is meant to go away,
I said, "Will you grieve when I die someday?
Her child died, now she has lost her way.
You don't get how sometimes grief will stay."
You've all heard the phrase “field of vision”
What we see with the naked eye
But some things that are beyond our vision
Have effects on both you and I
Must always try reading between the lines
Where real meanings often hide
People are not always honest and upfront
Sometimes they take you for a ride
Most refrain from hurting other's feelings
But some have a nasty streak
Hidden meanings aren't always that obvious
Don't get fooled by doublespeak
So try getting down to the real meaning
Look past your “field of vision”
It will ultimately save you a big ton of grief
Make it your lifelong mission
Never in secluded pools they dwell,
I speak of ornate waterfalls,
they rise and fall majestically,
near docks, wharves and piers,
sparkle, gleam, smooth flow trickle,
eye balm whirl fantastic perk on tap,
stickybeak on podium rapids,
instigator signage when our trek seems dull,
but reflection is a gem warp cataract,
kinetic rebound ocean wave backbeat,
which in fact an upfront blissful target,
hardly ever missing opal bulls-eye,
environmental bubbles that somehow never burst,
indulge outlandish fare Promethean,
spurt on vermillion lanyards pendant sweep,
dream paint sunrise clementine tincture,
daub acrylic spree through pale moon orb,
squeeze tube lambent hue past frail mandala,
eternal sepia a light touch pristine shroud,
that loiters over urban life force ripple,
flaunt your image rich abundant fire
TWO SONNETS: #1 STILLNESS
Stillness moves tense in vibrant flow,
Etch a deep feel of presence here;
Notch visual sense as impact shows,
See how love heals in surge of cheer;
Observe the reach of words that hurl,
Rest weary frame in pleasant fare;
Ignite sure pitch as pictures swirl,
Anoint good name in lively dare;
Leech that wise taste that wonder brings.
Treat poignant surge in thought profound,
Opt for stern haste in fleeting swings;
Upfront clear urge drives happy grounds,
Calm vivid smiles claim feel that moves
Heart and mind style the lovely grooves.
Leon Enriquez
04 February 2016
Singapore
The dinosaurs had died
And pterodactyls too
The explanations why
Are many, more than two
Most scientists agree
It was a climate change
Some say they died from heat
Some point to the ice age
Respecting what they say
I see a different reason
That puts a less acclaim
To the extremes of seasons
When they began to think
They didn’t know it was
A sign they’ll be extinct
I guess that was the cause
And so they stopped to kill
Their instincts start to fade
They had no other will
But just to lie in shades
The tiredness prevailed
The dinos came to peace
They couldn’t see they failed
It was a link they missed
Then human species came
The extinct reptiles dna
Was there within them, for the same
Pernicious killing game
They fight for peace that means the war
They kill for being killed
The dinos gene knows well the score
But it can’t be revealed
They can postpone the end, although
They feel the end is near
I see these little signs you know
Upfront and from the rear.
Well, aren’t you a sight for sore EYES
Off the top of my HEAD its been nearly two years
Yes ,I have been keeping busy
A FINGER in every pie that’s me
It has been a bit of a struggle
I did put my NECK on the line
Many times I cried my HEART out
Then would dust myself off and say “ok girl CHIN up”
And FACE the music
Yes we were away for a while
We had really itchy FEET
Though we were BACK before we knew it
I've kept an EAR out to see if anyone had heard from you
I did hear you started your own confectionary business
You’ve always had a sweet TOOTH
It’s on… “Now what’s the name of that street “?
It’s on the tip of my TONGUE….
It is something like KNEE
Kneetson No Kneedham thats it!
You’ll have a lot of ELBOW room there
If you ever need help
I can always lend a HAND
Oh ,you heard about that incident did you
She really put her FOOT in it this time
She has a such CHEEK
I told her to get off my BACK
To stop looking down her NOSE at me
I’ve always been upfront with her
Worn my HEART on my sleeve
Though getting the truth from her
Is like pulling TEETH
She is a royal pain in the NECK
I ARMED myself for the next encounter
My HEART was in my MOUTH
To be honest I got cold FEET
Best I keep her at ARMS length
So last time I saw her ,I said
I hope you are all EARS
I need to get something off my CHEST
I politely wished her good luck
Told her to break a LEG
And kiss my ****!!
(A Body Idiom Poem)