Long Workday Poems
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Small gathering
Chat and booze;
Cheer mixes well
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Public outcry
Corrupt cult;
Reduced sentence
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Words retreat
Darkness floods;
Cicadas chatter
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By temple facade
Glimpse mindful maze;
Karmic winds
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Joy greets
Sorrows teary;
Compromise
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Hot news today
Discounted appeal;
Sentences halved
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Squirrel zigzag
Tree trunk track;
Curious tact
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Walkway parade
Busy bodies fly past;
Workday side show
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Lamplight glow
Evening interlude;
Bedtime story
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Faces familiar
Evening meal here;
Gourmet finesse
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Note book scribbles
Tentative words stretch;
Meandering take
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Copy write
Clever glimpses;
Highlight ideas
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Water colour sketch
Tints and hues blot;
Emergent picture
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Prayer time
Temple bells;
Joss sticks smoke
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Leon Enriquez
08 April 2017
Singapore
We're here to discuss the proposed
Move to allow one game of hide & seek
On the premises once every workday
To boost staff morale
Some proven strategies we have tried
Have failed including a meeting-free day
Sunflowers in the workplace
Funny employee awards
The proposed bring a pet into work
Idea was rejected by security personnel
Office karaoke was a catastrophe
Jigsaw puzzles were scoffed at
Morale is below par and continues to be low
After a disagreement with HR in regard to
What and what is not legible for reimbursement
When travelling on business
This needs to be hammered into the staff -
Purchases of cigarettes and toilet paper
Do not meet the requirements and neither do
Multiple muffin purchases
From Monday we will play a game of hide & seek
In the sales department office
From eleven to eleven-twenty
Report back findings three weeks from now
It was indeed a September morning
and most memorable; So unlike any
before or after. I remember the
PLACE, coming upon a hill on a
famous California highway as the
sunlight began to light up my day.
So fitting also was a SONG to go
right along with the mood and the
workday morning. September Morning
was the song. That morning, that
beautiful song, belonged to me.
Yes, that treasured moment was
a gift from God, never forgotten.
September is my birth month, and
I love it in describable ways; Ways
for example, that I believe resemble
myself. A BRIDGE between the
troubled waters of Summer and
the freezing icy days of Winter.
I'd like to think that my life
has been and is a bridge enabling
a few others to get across the obstacle
courses of life. Like September, not only
am I a bridge but also a COOL BREEZE; one
to cool a few heated humans who otherwise
would not cope.
Like September, I also am one who anticipates
a soon-to-be-realized HARVEST time and prepares
to GATHER treasured fruits from the hard labors
of Spring and Summer.
All of God's creatures have been placed here for
a purpose. My prayer shall gladly be, "O Lord,
may you always allow me to be someone's BRIDGE,
someone's BREEZE, a HARVESTER of the fruits of life,
and a GATHERER of the good.
Woke up this morn with sunbeams on the wall
and smiled to see no rain was on the way!
From opened window, heard a Robin call-
and knew a perfect day was on display.
And, then at once, my mind did turn away
to realize agendaless I was!
Exuberance took over in applause!
Today, I'll walk the countryside in bliss
enjoying nature sans my workday laws-
and stresses from to-do lists- will not miss!
A leisure shower- then my coffee done,
the nearby bubbling stream now beckons me.
I watch the ripples glowing in the sun
cascading over rocks- a splashing spree!
Then, in the distance sunflowers, I see-
their golden faces swaying in the breeze,
along with dancing reeds of willow trees.
Exuberant, I join in nature's dance!
Agendaless, this day is sure to please-
enjoying this uplifting happenstance!
November 5, 2021
Premiere Contest: Agendaless Exuberance
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
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A cowboy don't need no plushy pew or a rantin' preacher,
Pontificatin' from his pulpit aerie as his spiritual teacher!
He gits his religion from (to him) a more gratifyin' source,
Cherishin' God's Great Creation from the saddle of his horse!
He sits on a log contemplatin' the rigorous work to be done,
Sippin' joe from a tin cup, admirin' the risin' of the sun.
He saddles his faithful horse, Clyde, for the long day's ride;
His old dog, Rex, with tail a-waggin', trots along at his side.
He lifts his eyes up to yon Pikes Peak a-thankin' the Lord,
For sech majesty and the herd of antelope a-grazin' on the sward.
He crosses a stream and pauses listenin' to its soothin' hymn,
As water caresses stones - sublimer than a cathedral choir to him!
He dismounts, removes his sweat-stained hat and takes a break,
'Neath a ponderosa pine savorin' the breeze from a nearby lake.
Cheery meadowlarks serenaded the old cowpoke in acapella style,
Easin' the strain of his challengin' day and makin' livin' seem worthwhile.
His workday was endin' and he ambled home along the dusty trail,
To the bunk house where he'd be fed beans and bacon without fail.
As the sun settled in the west, a glorious spectacle caught his eye;
The Master Artist had painted a most beautiful sunset in His sky!
No! A cowboy don't need no cathedral in which to worship the Lord!
His redemption is reverin' God's Creation for his eternal reward!
Trailing clouds of glory do we come
Until by the end we are left dull and glum.
How it all came to this
We are responsible
For being so remiss
The magic of our early moments
Emblazoned in our minds
Fades and disperses with every pressure
Our world brings to bear upon our pleasure
Exams, bills, targets, workday worries
blunt our perceptions
And drive them undergound
Occasionally to spark alive in a dream state
Eluding our grasp
once we come to our senses
Wide awake and once more blind
How to recapture
And to resurrect
That rich inner spirit
Which came with our birth
That should be our aim
Too many earthly concerns
Within our clay
Must take the blame
For that loss of courage
To break free from the constricting frame
Forcing us
To forget the beauties of the day
To play the stultifying economic game
The stifling straitjacket of life
Keeps us playing
Cold May breeze
Evening descends;
Furious drenching
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Memories stray
Haunting whispers;
Familiar vices
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Moon glow aura
Evening illumination;
New dreams unfurl
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Morning rainbow
Light streams call;
Gather new treasures
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Temple bells
Prayer alludes;
Stillness meditation
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Late homecoming
Workday overtime;
Supper time dinner
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Chocolate ganache cake
Three Michelin stars;
A perfect treat
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Ageing documents
Crumbling sepia pieces;
New lease of life
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Weary bones squeak
Knees aching;
Active brisk walking
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Good guy, bad guy
Conflicts permutate;
Zero-sum game
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Downtown scoop
Change fixates;
Addictive shopping
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Old friends meet
Near and yet so far;
Time exfoliates
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Leon Enriquez
06 May 2015
Singapore
Impressive
behemoths
iconic eyefuls
clutter its
cortex that
is of the
manmade
plateau as
it rises from
end to end
sloping in
its outstretched
suburbia that
is hunkered
down as its
supportive
role model
surrounding
the panoramic
scope of its
hub, the
lifeline both as
survivors in their
own respective
appearances,
branching
outwardly made
up of smaller
towns and
villages of
cul-de-sacs,
mom & pop stores,
schools, and
playgrounds
that sorts out
as a piece of
a miniature
Americana
being its
salvation
from a workday
to a night play
a microcosm
of endless
tearing down
and building
up in this
city of lights
a metro-cosmos
that never sleeps
amidst tomorrow
eyes . . .
2020 January 26
Cityscape Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Organ grinder
Meat grinder
Bump-and-grind
The workday grind
Get up, get out of bed
Drag a comb across my head
Yeah, Yeah, Paul: You knew that was coming --
Go to work
Pour the coffee
Water the plants
Sharpen some pencils
Head for the water cooler
Trade some stories...gossip a bit
Stall...stall...stall...and stall some more...
Get to the meeting on time
Look engaged
Back to my cubby
And then:
What's this? A poem?
A what? A poem!
A poem appears
comes flying from my fingers
onto the keyboard
up on the screen
read... saved... printed …
posted on social media... 'liked'
All over the internet
Gone viral
I'm a thing
a downright event!
Yeah, sure I got canned
Of course...
Know anyone looking for a new poet?
December 03, 2019
Predictable Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
On many a workday morning,
I sit at my kitchen table and
watch the BIRDS lite on electric
lines, or listen to their sweet
chirps from the treetops.
I watch the SUN rising over the
horizon, and in early Fall, I observe
the green FIELDS of harvest slowly
yielding their bounty. Left behind after
a few weeks of sweat and toil is a sea
of brown SOIL prepping for the Spring.
I will often feel the earth rumbling
beneath my feet from a passing TRAIN
rushing her huge and heavy cargo
to markets both North and South.
It won't be long before I'll witness
with joy the MIGRATING BIRDS flying
South to survive the cold of Old Man Winter.
In my own mind, I am overwhelmed by the sheer
commonality of all the above. Indeed, they are all
so very faithful in executing their God-given task.
Moreover, presently, I am most impressed and find
myself musing over the faithfulness of a person behind
the wheels of a big yellow bus with bright and flashing
lights. She's a SCHOOL BUS DRIVER who with great
dedication, passes my home every school-day morning
at 7 AM. I tell you; her punctuality inspires me.
And her employer should be proud of her.