Long Wordplay Poems
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real life wasn't real nice
so conceal and disguise
and let fly many lies
which fill minds and survive
'til alive and realised
as real life which feels nice
as real dies out and hides
deep inside where it thrives
as real memories arise
of reality and life
when these guys telling lies
showed their nastiest side
and true colours dark and sly
which have changed over time
to a bright light and blue sky
seen as nice now and kind
as real lies are real life
now that real is denied
as real memories in me
most alive aren't supplied
to the outside kept inside
cus if I let them fly
it means I am not nice
and they don't fit the vision
made by lies as real life
with its feeling of nice
which is now factualised
as the reality prized
with such loving delight
and people weren't evil
just so damn bloody nice
and I alone know of the lies
that I must never speak of
because lies are now life
and real life has now died
twisted up tightened twice
what was real wasn't nice
but what's real now delights
twisted up to entice
so now sinners are saints
from when saints weren't alive
and the saints are the sinners
but are saints through their lies
which means the nastiest people
are the best at disguise
whilst the honest real people
become those telling lies
because nasty memories will be wiped over time
replaced by nice ones,
whilst nice ones keep the nasty alive
the nice speak of nasty and are seen as not nice
while the nasty speak nicely and con you for life
honesty suffers and pride comes from lies
I think I'm now wiser since I realised
for me honesty will always suffice
because lies are for people who should get a life
*well done if you followed that, (the real and the lies interchange, the lies become real and the real becomes strange, the unreal becomes real and the real unreal, like a really rapid wheel stopping still, ha, paradox wordplay, if they all agree to disagree, then all agree and disagree, and therefore all agreed and none can disagree yet all do disagree, a metaphor of life and lies)
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"Be of good cheer in spite of fear;
Love lives right here to help you steer."
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Here on this site, each soul can cite
In easy writes, lines in small bites.
Here each poet hurls his or her fare
In inner swirl what feelings bare.
Here in sure stride, verses spill out
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Of zest that heals as words move miles.
Here in this space where all zones meet,
Each touch can trace the face that greets.
Here common sense can bridge the gap
Of warring tense to craft new maps.
Here each to each, we come and go,
Writes within reach, seek a fond show.
Here despite flaws, each man can be
Writer most raw or what you see.
Here thoughts take form to create verse
To share a norm as you observe.
Here you can share your living lines
Of pain and cares and love that binds.
Here in Soupsville, each man can be:
Craft with goodwill for all to see.
Here's to the best that each can share,
In simple quest to tend life's cares.
Here's to good times and bad days too,
For reason rhymes as feelings woo.
Here's to your writes that echo far,
Comments on-site that blaze like stars!
Here's to each day to fling finesse,
To feel wordplay in spite of stress.
Here's to all forms of words that sum,
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Here's to each write that no one sees:
Discern and cite, keep faith truly.
Leon Enriquez
18 August 2014
Singapore
Words I cite
As I write
In small bites
Verse I site
Let me say
On this day
As wordplay
Finds a way
Sans sure plan
Hurl thought grand
In brief scan
If I can
Watch words fit
Wit in bits
Slice and slit
Sounds greet wit
Ease seems sweet
As we meet
On these streets
Where touch greets
Am I blind?
Sense stray finds
Craft odd finds
Lapse of mind
Fast or slow
Do you know
How feel shows
Tease and flow
Gripe or thought
Finds new lot
Flesh old spot
Plot and dot
Wane of moon
Past high noon
No more boon
Gone too soon
Leon Enriquez
10 August 2017
Singapore
My sleep is disrupted, badgered
by incessant wordplay,
a thesaurus of woolgathering
in semi-conscious dreams.
I keep a voice recorder,
bedside, to record the tidbit morsels
Lest they're forgotten
when I awaken and make bread
from the crumbs dropped
on my passage through the night.
The poet's worst nightmare is that
the crumbs will be eaten by crows
or carried away by ants in the night,
so the way back to recall
the thought trail is lost
and the poem will never
see the light of day,
and will never be crafted.
Any loss of these dream-let gems
is so frustrating and intolerable
to a poet, forever on the hunt
for magical meaningful words
beyond the hocus-pocus
of abracadabra in dreamscape thoughts,
and images, that pop into my head when dreaming.
PARTURATION berthing the inpiration
simultaneous
visions,
mutli-layered
inspiration:
innovative
coherence
now apparent,
broken
syntax
in semantic
ambiguity...
unresolved
inspiration burns
turns a spark
from the tinder
of imagination
into a flame..
a flame
that gathers up
experience
burnishes and
refines
a nugget of emotion
into an image, then
crystallize as a phrase
to become
a spoken word,
a voice
from
the seeing eye
bursts of
creativity..
...short-lived....
colourful
caberets
exercises in
inspiration:
fearless
interaction
of parody and
sentiment..
in wordplay:
interspersed
crafting
of sensibilities
in compositions
....incarnate
A now moment,instantaneous,
parentage unknown,alive borne
of inspiration.Scattered here and there,
colours everywhere.The inner made
outer.Inherent originality conceived,
perceived,crystallised,the beneath
now in relief,of line,spot,point and
dab upon a canvas,to dry before the
eye.Succinct,complete of itself, never
to be reproduced it stays unique,of
me,for all to see.Of me,was once,this,
must art elsewhere,forever did depart.
I look upon it now,and wonder how!
Zest fires my pen
Verse writes I can
Watch rhymes attend
Words in swift blend
Wave upon wave
In simple fling
In touch that saves
A sure being
Work on fine writes
Cast words that bite
In succinct cites
Right here on-site
Free verse or rhyme
Or plain wordplay
Can forge such chimes
To mime this way
Upon a chance
Words in deep trance
Fit busy dance
In visual glance
To know deep flow
In poignant proof
Now serves to show
Good in plain truth
Seed flame and fire
As words attire
Touch that inspires
A fleeting sire.
Leon Enriquez
18 September 2018
Singapore
(Dedication: For Ann, on our 59th birthday.)
Feelings now surge this happy day:
Only two hearts in love can know
Rich lively urge that streams wordplay.
Observe fond art that soul now shows;
Union gives more grand peace of mind;
Rapture can speak in precious feel.
Blessings galore as loving signs;
Indulge fine peaks as blessings thrill;
Raise song and voice with happy times;
Treasures live here in soul and heart;
Hurl grace and poise for lovely chimes;
Discern grand cheer that love imparts;
Abide in grace that fills glad face;
Yes time and space consort sweet trace.
Leon Enriquez
07/08 July 2014
Singapore
Where Have All The Pretty Poets Gone?
A real poet are you, charismatic over everything you serve
Showcasing, a rainbow that folds the perfect worldwide perspective
I'm talking about flawless literature at its best no typos, no muss
Just a page full of boredom and rust
Thank you for having Lunesta all up in my head
It's like reading a poetry lesson, from the extras of The Walking Dead
An image frozen cold, waiting for inspiration to hit like Al Capone
I'm bored of your flora flamboyant language rocking me like stones
A psychedelic trip, into the odyssey of a blind man's tale
A home where I am pushed to open a dictionary & thesaurus with Braille
Wondering what you just said, --Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful day!
The best rocket pen poet in the USA Today,
Launching words like no tomorrow, a fool of wordplay and sorrow
A godlike guinea-pig genius, delegating poetry politician-style
Perhaps, one day you will become a famous writer
Burning books, like a cigarette lighter
Until then, enjoy pushing your pen as if it were cocaine,
Snorting up and cutting up the food chain in vain
Patronizing and ignoring those, for better or worse
A solo cup stuck up another cup, -won't even look my way
Correct me if you will, it's no big deal
Just don't forget to give me the same respect I offer you
Until then my pretty poetic friend, I kneel before no one
By: ME
5-25-14
Dear unknown sage who writes with grace,
I flip each page and live fond trace.
Your words inspire a prompting quest,
There is a fire that floods firm zest.
Each wordplay verse springs a firm light,
I now observe true magic bright.
Upon the whim of wit and form,
There hurls a theme beyond mere norm.
Lines breeze and wave in tragic seas,
As if to save what comes to be.
Lines gather round images here,
Find common ground to fund sure spheres.
Words cast ideas to greet wordplay,
Sweet moments cheer, sad feelings stray.
A picture zooms within my view,
I now make room for trials that cue.
Shades and tints flow in afterglow,
A timely hint echoes to show.
The pathway leads to garden tryst,
I stop to heed, sort that and this.
Waves rise and fall like sweet and gall,
True sense recalls, memory stalls.
Dear writer show, the unknown sphere,
Pulse flavours flow, right movement cheer.
Leon Enriquez
07 Apr 2014
Singapore
"Wordplay hides a key to reality that the dictionary
tries in vain to lock inside every free word.”
Julio Cortázar, Around the Day in Eighty Worlds
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eye like reding an righting pooitree
but tu long pooms have a tenacy to dragon
ooh, eye likes pooms magnifloquet
but not highfalutin
with veryabally empty talk, torque
eye luvZ
pooms labyrinthine that twist and turn
with mellifluous images
murmurous
o wait, weight heer is my kitty
called Katy Purry
pspspspsps her kitty kitty
oh yah eye am a catz luver fur sure
now back to riting
eye rites pooms meself woebegone
full of pane and whoa
and sum beautious that aflutter fly
like butterflies that hover in heavenly harmony
and sum that wine like whistling wind
through willow trees
sooo
mal-entendre et sous-entendre
hear and understand
when reding an righting pooitree
oh goshes
did eye right tu long
a poom !
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July 9, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/all mixed up wit- Word Play
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1369-994-09
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Word Play Poems With Play On Words
sponsor, John Anderson, Judged 07/28/2021