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Walking down streets paved in blue-tinted bricks,
Past shuttered-up shops and rust-covered picks.
Mums push their prams, faces heavy with doubt,
Eyes on the pavement, just trying to tough it out.
Charity stores sell the rich people's wares—
Cast-offs in corners, dreams sold in pairs.
Old factories smashed, turned to homes overnight,
Yet asbestos still whispers its long toxic bite.
Fathers now gone, lost to cancers and means,
Their stories forgotten in capitalist schemes.
Schools overflowing with tongues from afar,
Kids dreaming in dialects under the same star.
The great British dream lies torn up in tatters,
Drowned in false promises spilling from chatters.
By ministers blind to the mess that they’ve spun,
Still chasing their “progress” while we come undone.
A powerhouse of gregarious silliness
for our delight and entertainment
Chuck Barris weekly orchestrates
his national amateur talent show
comprised of bizarre exploits
none of your conventional class acts
unique offbeat eccentric spectacles
for the questionable and less discerning palate
guaranteed a few good laughs peppered by
resounding sounds of the gong ong ong
Walks in brown bag over head
the unknown comic snickering
unloading sarcasm by the truckload
taunting daring wingnuts on standby
Chuck invites lineups of hopeful contestants
out to show off their disputable skills and talents
performers dubious absurd and outlandish
come for their five minutes of fame and glory
most delusional hoping not to hear reverberate
resounding sounds of the gong ong ong
Comes singer Boxcar Willie followed by
Gene Gene the Dancing Machine
the anticipation at an all time high
it’s a circus invasion on our tv
flaunting their wares publicly on air
exhibitions with guts and little pride
worst acts of the week preposterous
scores on scale 0 to 10 overruled
contributing to the silliness of our youth
the resounding sounds of the gong ong ong
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.2~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on August 27, 2020 for contest LIVING IT UP FOR LAUGHTER sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 2ND
Holiday season
Shopping spree;
Downtown bazaar
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Easy atmosphere
All sorts of stuff;
Bargains galore
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Table stalls cluster
Mini display items;
Souvenir trinkets
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Crowded commotion
Zesty curiosity;
Sellers and buyers
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Tucked in a corner
Custom-made brooches;
Artistic flair revealed
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Flea market bazaar
Noisy excavations;
Happy discoveries
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Vendors preside
Over special goods;
Come buy, come buy
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Business pulse shows
Some transacting briskly;
Others just waiting
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Weekend bazaar
Cash and carry ventures;
Curious smiles escalate
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Buzz of discovery
Pretty and cute things;
Happy exchange
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Voices float and fill
Seekers finding wares;
Easy breezy bargains
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Leon Enriquez
29 November 2014
Singapore
I lived once upon the earth and now I live again
But in a different time and zone and by God ! what a change!
Mountains, valleys, rivers gone and not a blade of grass.
Instead I see concrete jungles and towers made of glass.
The farmers hand was put to plough and the artisan his trade.
Now everyone has a degree and you will never find a maid.
An evening time was dinner with wife and children, a usual scene.
Now I click a button and my family pops up on a screen.
I worked from morning to evening and then I came home to rest.
Now I work in a lousy BPO with not a place to nest.
The air was fresh and pure and clean and nature a blissful sight.
Now everything looks deathly dull and as if struck with blight.
People carried their wares to the market place to sell.
Now everybody moves around with a blackberry or cell.
Everything is done so fast and with the aim to cut the cost.
In the bargain I think we are only going to make a loss.
The stress is high and tempers fly.
Man is lonely,in his chair sits alone to cry.
Written for the contest: Alliteration Nursery rhyme
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Contest Judged: 11/6/2024 12:00:00 AM
Placement: 1st
For friends and folks of foolish forests' frogs!
Darkness deals with your dusty dirty wares,
Shadows shine, shimmering in sheering sears,
Stars twinkle topmost on the tossing trees,
To crisply cuddle the blistering breeze.
Fearless forests friends forbid foolish spies,
Listen long, lively laughter lifts no lies,
Even evenings eager to call you fools,
And shame the sour scents of your playing pools.
Ban any boot of blame from your long legs,
Many mysterious mouths mock your eggs,
Hidden hearts hum horrible haunting hymns,
While their fears for you fret on fragile limbs.
Godly ghosts guests fought fetish friends and folks,
Fresh fears then froze your frantic frenzy croaks,
Marring you from making mendacious cry,
While waiting where the worst will walk you by.
How I love this time of year
When Christmas markets beckon!
All major cities have them
And some small towns, too, I reckon.
The festive booths display their wares,
A lot of them hand-crafted,
Their quality assuring you
That no, you won’t get shafted.
From jewelry (my favorite)
To ceramics, hats and leather,
The dealers ply their products
In whatever kind of weather.
For now’s the time that people buy –
The ornaments and mittens
And toys and t-shirts, socks and mugs
Adorned with pups or kittens.
Of course, there’s hot mulled cider
Paired with donuts, for such offers
Keep shoppers warm and cozy,
Tempting them to fill the coffers.
Today I splurged on earrings
Though I’m often quite contented
To just browse and see what’s out there,
All so very well-presented!
If You Come to San Miguel
by Michael R. Burch
If you come to San Miguel
before the orchids fall,
we might stroll through lengthening shadows
those deserted streets
where love first bloomed ...
You might buy the same cheap musk
from that mud-spattered stall
where with furtive eyes the vendor
watched his fragrant wares
perfume your breasts ...
Where lean men mend tattered nets,
disgruntled sea gulls chide;
we might find that cafetucho
where through grimy panes
sunset implodes ...
Where tall cranes spin canvassed loads,
the strange anhingas glide.
Green brine laps splintered moorings,
rusted iron chains grind,
weighed and anchored in the past,
held fast by luminescent tides ...
Should you come to San Miguel?
Let love decide.
Published by Romantics Quarterly, Poetry Life & Times and Muddy River Poetry Review
Along this foggy daybreak stroll,
I tread along the intersection
between Mabini Street and EDSA boulevard,
crossing number 25 Ortigas Road.
I breathe in the same grain
of Manila pollen and dust itching
my throat ; an acrid mound of city garbage
gathered by rain’s aftermath,
as if to beckon another tropical deluge;
and the loud chatter of headlines
from the newspaper stand pierces
the lobes with a burning jolt… a bundle
of political scoops and trade rumors
grating an otherwise neutral hour.
Few distances away, a flea market stand
vibrates with energy; pedestrians milling
around to check buko pies, plum bits,
and homemade guava jams… the exotic aromas
mixing with smoky flavor of dried bamboo leaves
on top of abaca wares; all these catering
to small pleasures of the low-middle working class.
Curving through Francis Square, a deluge
of movement initiates the 7 30 am rush…
buses, cars, and taxi- stands unload
a giant hive of wayfarers coming from
different points of the map; dragging
their skeletal frames like ticks of a clock.
Amidst a Friday hub, I stop to glance at the
towering statue of Mother Mary as a
cart-pusher slowly wanders by; his warm
smile bearing a contrast in a region
where the rat race of man is typical.
Surrounded by a collage of fragrant
eucalypti and mango trees, I breath in
a sense of delight likened to my
yard’s garden, this time, with heady scent.
The plump oaks at the front lobby
of Pharmo Industries are shedding
foliage, while a painted splash
of native robins cruises from laced twigs,
far beyond the clutter of newspaper stands,
market place, and taxi-stands.
My gaze casts inward to balance my thoughts,
as I begin my protracted stay at work.
Stand Contest of Debbie Guzzi
and Nathan's One of Your Best
by nette onclaud
children are running and playing all around
teenagers are dancing and bouncing up and down
the music is hypnotic with it's relentless beat
floating on the air all over the street
just another day in the neighborhood
the johnny pump is spraying water all about
everyone's frolicking in it, enjoying this day out
a hot summer day and we're all trying to stay cool
thankful that it's Friday and tomorrow there's no school
just another day in the neighborhood
the streets are saturated with all manner of cops
another violent incident, someone's been shot
a family is feeling anguish and such terrible loss
we need to stop all the unnecessary killings at any cost
just another day in the neighborhood
the drug pushers are on the corner selling their wares
out in the open and nobody seems to care
what in the hell is wrong with society?
we all need a healthy dose of some reality
it's just another day in our neighborhoods
it's time for the people to start doing something for the good
we need to stand up for our convictions and our beliefs
and not give the criminal element any type of relief
take back control of our streets and our towns
let the thugs be aware we're no longer messing around
IT'S JUST ANOTHER DAY IN OUR NEIGHBORHOODS
10/29/20
"Nightmare"
Another nightmare
In the galaxy a tear
Matter devoured, not a single molecule spared
Toward such an event, could we prepare?
Many stare
Many compare
Everywhere
And anywhere
Everyone will experience their fair share of scares
Something that's been put into the air
Life can't always be fair
Of this, it'd do you well to be aware
I used to, but I'm finding it harder to care
Of such trivial affairs
Nearly everywhere
Many partake in prayer
Just about anywhere
Many went through despair
They either gave up or were able to bear
Some got the electric chair
Who knows, if it lead to a set of ascending or descending stairs
Brand new or in dire need of repairs
Far too many trinkets and wares
People going solo, in a group or pairs
On a planet full of mystery
Don't expect gifts for free
Got to work towards victory
And stay away from such misery