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As the piano temp started to play
It was low note to high note
Suddenly Dramatic upward beat
Arrived at Uptown Harlem, NY
Narration began to follow
Music being the thing in the uptown swing
Jazz came alive the night trance blues
The Night being no time to sleep, but dancing enjoyment wise
Piano keys reset
Upward and outward effect
Club Goers melody
Shout to the Piano Man, “DO YOUR THING”
Hit those ivories
Let the rhythm speak
Tone of delight
Lit up Harlem night
Foot tapping and butt bumming
Jazz the way it was meant to be
Take the A Train as only Duke Ellington put smooth
Vibe high
Piano upswing
Lighted steps of Dance, Swing, Come Alive
The Piano made it possible in music simplicity
Hear and obey in action
Men and women dance, “IF YOU AN IT COME AND GET IT”
Every piano note with a story of its own
Straight out full blown
Booze added flavor to Jazz
Drink up
Night was young and Club Goers all among
Come up to Harlem, NY
Downtown connected with uptown
No one does it better but Harlem
It was an enterprise
Business Realize
Piano motto, “DANCE AWAY YOUR WORRIES”
Harlem sling
Oh that piano
Let the music play
Harlem in
Musical night meant to never end.
I push the gate- each year elate,
ending my wait to replay fate.
My roots await to drink, hydrate
and fully sate for full growth rate.
Stems push up straight to levitate
buds that dilate as leaves abate
and calibrate- blossoms create
to activate each full-bloomed trait.
I am your Spring- your loved upswing!
Each tree, a king as branches string
to a wellspring of verdant bling.
I share with zing, my season's fling.
Aft Winter's sting- while lovebirds wing,
our couples cling- soon worshipping
as church bells ring, good wishes sing.
All this I bring- my name is Spring.
February 22, 2023
Contest: In Bloom Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Form Requested: Personification
(Internal Rhyme and Monorhyme added)
Yo, Hoboken Bars and a couple cat fights,
Yo, takin’ the path to the Palledium and Limelight,
Giants games,
Getting drunk and goin’ insane,
Never stressin, just professin’, Wu Tang Lyrics and a little Smith and Wessin’,
Yo, I hung Irish, Italian, Black, and Puerto Rican,
Weekend trips to Spanish Harlem, girl watchin’ and sight seein’,
Visitin’ fam in Flat Bush Brooklyn, and a quick stop to the Bronx,
Playin’ a little b-ball back when I had less junk in my trunks,
Liftin’ at the Y, and hangin’ tough in Parsippany,
Are you hangin’ with me?
Shot out to the Randolph Crew,
Hangin’ with Asians and Jewish cats too,
With dreds on my head, ladies sweatin’ the phat do,
Winnin’ state championships and duckin’ bauer Junia,
Sportin’ my Miata with shiny Rims, and a boomin’ tuner,
Rollin’ through Montclair and scopin’ females on the upswing,
Showin’ off my letters and #1 rings,
Though I’ve lived all over, I still claim Randolph and Dover,
I still claim, West Orange, Lauren Hill, and Fushiknins never sober,
Jersey, baby Jersey, there is no other,
With Red Alert on the horn kickin’ the overweight lova,
And yeah, we kind of dirty,
True dat,
I’ll grant you that,
But there is none like Jersey,
The Garden lounge of adventure,
And when you visit the homestead,
Just tell em Woody sent ya,
So shot out to the Jersey Crew,
It’s been a while,
Lost my style,
And my pants are a little bigga,
But yo, it don’t matter, cause Jersey yeah I miss ya!!
MY FIVE SENSES
In my fifties I disavow the taste
but back in elementary school
the image would drift into daydreams —
pork kidneys with savory gravy
went well with the pucker of dills.
The fleabag oil of dog fur,
the weighted polish on nails,
and the brush of bangs on my forehead —
equally threatening.
Honeysuckle to a virgin’s pulse points,
like the aroma of heaven. Lavender seeds
sewn into a sachet. A long sniff,
the bag pressed to the tip of my nose.
My patrons walk into the library, eyes wandering,
lips gripped tight in thought, but with a proper hello
the curvature of their lips in upswing, eyes meet mine
and for a scintilla of time our hearts touch. Likewise —
the smiling eyes of children virtually untouched by experience.
Background sound unsettling, loud sounds deafening,
chomping, chewing — I run! Yet the good conversation
of friends at the table, at work, on vacation — I hug.
My five senses not always sensible, surely sensitive,
and poetic fodder — even in the negative sense.
7/25/2018
My Five Senses
Sponsor: Viv Wigley
Our Month of March
The month of March will soon make her debut;
this winter month, our third is now in line.
And she can be a fickle one, it's true;
brings climate that is wild or quite benign.
'In like a lamb, out like a lion' force,
she teases us with spring then turns around;
and there again, another snow, of course.
So March has her surprises to astound.
But towards her end, we think about our spring,
as March does seem to seal winter's end.
We pick up twigs and branches in upswing
on warm and sunny days; on hopes depend.
But, month of March will own up to defeat
when April comes on pussy-willow feet.
Sandra M. Haight
When all feels dark,
Look deeper still;
Sense a bright spark,
A soul now wills.
When pain sings gloom,
Seek a sweet spot;
Feel cheer fill room,
Peace clears sad thoughts.
When night feels long,
Be without fear;
Day will burst strong,
Then light brings cheer.
When troubles come,
Be steady then;
Let answers sum,
Work better trends.
When faith feels low,
Feed heart on hope;
Love starts out slow,
Yet sculpts full scope.
When reason fails,
Pain hurls new stings;
Live moan and wail,
Then watch upswing.
When you feel down,
When things turn bad;
Live foolish clown,
Live glad not sad.
Leon Enriquez
08 February 2015
Singapore
Through rose colored glasses we see a universe full of opportunity, desire, obstacles, triumphs.
The journey of love offers optimism for most.
But a broken heart demeans the soul, all the while nihilism sinks in.
The sinking boat hits rock bottom, again.
It’s a problem; this plight for life.
With the ups and downs, big smiles and frowns.
I’ve turned into a skeptic wondering why the universe is full of meek individuals, and some so abrasive?
Opposites struggling to survive in a world that links together pleasure and sin.
Where do our values sink in?
Why were they lost?
Did you not understand the cost?
With dating sites, hook-ups, and casual flings.
The divorce rate in America is on an upswing.
Touch of sure voice, taste of fancy;
Hurl of hard choice, hope owns story.
Urge profound sense, upswing of chimes;
Splurge of harsh tense, seal for old times.
Lines of sage friend, love won or lost;
Echoes that trend, embalm true cost.
Endings can tell, etchings that hurl;
Kind sanguine sell, keeping the swirl.
Use knows the way, upsets feed frown;
Apt words that stay, attend like clowns.
Now twilight comes, next lonely trip;
Yield feelings numb, your heart once ripped.
Exit the stage, enter the cold;
Wear fading rage, ways once untold.
So much for change, smile out of style;
Opt to stir range, orbs then worthwhile.
Wise is the man, weaving the dream;
Sail to new lands, stray curious theme.
Will cannot stay, wants out of date;
Indulge last play, intent breaks plate.
Soon to be naught, such is our lot;
End of sure knot, end of sure plot.
Wit fails at last, worn-out form fades;
Attend to fast, appease last trade.
You know your place, you feel your end;
Still failing face, succinct fears tend.
Health once savvy, hurl of power;
Aim most steady, aid that tower.
Rich feisty form, risk laid most plain;
Reveal such norms, rich peace not vain.
You forged a route, yarns in sure feel;
Apt ins and outs, ask just to heal.
Yields of a mind, you come to know;
End vocals find, awkward moves slow.
Mind how things end, move to exit;
Expect new blends, mull thoughts tacit.
Leon Enriquez
02 November 2014
Singapore
There are many gambler's fallacies
the statisticians say
each roll of the roulette table
is an independent event
Yet the gamblers believe
that if for example
there were ten red numbers
in a row
that the next one should be black
right
A statistician in the U,K.
decided to prove
that the gamblers
were all delusional
in insisting that there were patterns
in the endless spin of the wheel
and that it was more of a curve
that the noise of random numbers
after thousands of spins
recorded on a computer
the pattern was clear
there was a bell shape curve
with an upswing
and a downswing to the data
an early experiment
in chaos theory
but with a practical application
if you are on a winning curve
keep going until the curve
turns into a losing curve
then walk away
and you might be a winner
according to science
but they have yet
to be able to prove/disprove
that lucky numbers exist
for you and me
mine was always 32
and when it pops
I swore that my lucky number
came up
just a fluke
according to science
another iron clad rule
the regression to the mean
the curve may go up
and may go down
but in the end
it regresses to the mean
and that means
the house always wins
I spend two hours of most every day,
With the tending and feeding of cats.
I never imagined my end of life this way,
It causes most of our marital spats.
It's not a Kitten's fault for being born,
Nor their choice to be jettisoned on me.
It's taxing doing what's right each morn,
To a dozen cats we've became a trustee.
The cost of feeding is now out of hand,
And Vet bills are becoming all to frequent.
Then another little Kitty arrives unplanned,
Seeming to always come in sequent.
Adoptive homes we've found for a few,
Still others have tried stopping a car.
But doing our duty we'll not eschew,
On my marker just write "The Cat Czar"
But "my woe is me" changes nary a thing,
And I've too much invested to run away.
So I'll continue praying for life's upswing,
And tending unwanted cats another day.