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Delighting our Black Caps chaps
Uniting fans fighting nite nite naps
Gaslighting Indian foes mishaps
Rewriting those cricketing maps
As the Black caps hit their straps
Darryl the toast the host soul saps
Gunbarrel straight out of the traps
They unravel yet another six slaps
Our great festive carol never flaps
A late Christmas pressie unwraps
Flicks & tricks spate picks the gaps
Indian spinners fate sinners lapse
Black caps chaps claps & back slaps
Kiwi yippee we see diddy GP scraps
Even that fat cat Virat finally snaps
Zen of Darryl and Glen victory laps
After white-wash a chance perhaps?
Hitch both Ajaz & Mitch under wraps
No Will or Matt but still Indians zaps
The plush crushed can’t turn off taps
Out gunned out spun another collapse
Lush waves rush flush with Black caps
Transmogrification into hideous golem like beast...
Seeks to lavish adoration,
especially after freshly deceased
cuz, upon yar flesh I will voraciously
devour thee asthma Christmas feast
mee haint not a cannibal,
cuz this humane anthropophagist
expresses love daintily, hungrily,
and with lips smacking and creased
devours thee charbroiled,
chargrilled, raw or greased.
The above worst case scenario if you
ignore serious warning
and interrupt my sleep
particularly during
rapid eye movement phase,
cuz vital to dream unconsciously deep
if left alone (meaning no awakening me
into foggy, groggy, and soggy state)
lest I manifest into a creep
more horrific (think)
by Dickens Uriah Heep.
Ordinarily mine Hyde bound diabolical
persona non grata
kept under wraps
dramatic malevolent manifestation
only appears only,
when requisite precious dream snaps
courtesy when some wise acre
foolish enough upon me noggin
doth drums, joyfully raps
itty in Blue knuckles (think drum),
cuz as An American in Paris
on permanent holiday courtesy lapse
of rhyme reason
(thank prefrontal lobotomy
to alleviate oppressive
anxiety linkedin with)
absence of necessary cerebral apps
induces predilection to relapse
into atavistic Geico caveman perhaps,
with courtesy bonafide frayed jockstraps
suddenly pops, crackles and snaps
in my body whereby sanity doth caps
eyes, that mashing monster aside,
ye ken count me mandate
fiend in Southeastern Pennsylvania
look no further then bleached lovely bones
formerly missus (sob...sob...sob...)
who thankfully no longer zaps.
Thus allowing, enabling,
and providing yours truly,
not ordinarily unruly
a bachelor Matthew Scott,
(but never known as Dani Boy) duly
available as coolie
cooking up house special wooly
mammoth and side order of tabouli.
September 12th, 2019...12:00 p.m.
inspection/ emission finally possible
but...hopes dashed to smithereens
August thirty first
two thousand nineteen shortly past,
no matter 2009 Hyundai Sonata at long last
scheduled with ample funds
checking account blitzed
now back home
(Highland Manor apartments)
absolute zero money left cents lessly gassed
exhale incomplete sigh of relief
cuz necessity to dodge fast
escaping deafening police
ear splitting siren blast.
Congenial customer service
representatives at CJ's tire,
and automotive dutifully require
loose fender securely attached,
but hood latch replacement more dire,
thus postponing mechanic
to affix inspection sticker,
no matter old one did expire
once again driving on borrowed time,
cuz both driver and passenger front tire
plus rear right TPMS metal sensor
re: passenger rear tire
malfunction functionality
hoop fully explains this wire.
Your truly uber verging wreck,
no complaints regarding trained tech
very competent mechanic
even for peripatetic pluperfect prospect
reference I recommend unsolicited
advertisement plus aye inject
relieving anticipatory anxiety
oh yes, said vehicle
in good hands absolutely correct,
no matter sucker punch
to checking account
doth severely affect
mine psychological aspect.
More legal (zooming) tender
zaps lion's share of this thrifty spender
wannabe, which cruel tread full fate
unquestionably, ostensibly invariably...
every year without fail doth render
finding me in poor house
desperate to pray divine
rolling rocker alms lender
whether he.she major criminal offender,
nor no preference regarding gender.
Fat/slim chance
wishful fantasy will become true
escapist mindset bolsters
this hen pecked forlorn rue
stir standing glum within
long fostered, and winding queue,
this dirt poor dude intuitively knew
bubblegum, toothpicks and glue
holding psyche intact turned hue
man into sad sack... boo hoo
minus auto body work
undertaken by trained
heavy metal punk ken cutting crew.
Deep inside a witch’s cave resides an old-school witch.
Crumbs Witch despises the sniveling excuse for Halloween
Humans present on the Thirty-first of October month.
She prefers genuine Halloween celebrated by the witch’s council.
Furious bonfire popping and cackling greets the guests as they arrive
On old-fashioned broomsticks without the mess of dyes and tattoos.
Old school witches not messing their brooms up with new gadgets.
They greet each other with fist bumps, shoulder rubs and power zaps.
Crumbs Witch begs them to go back to their old magical ways.
To bury their I-pads, so they can return to their ancestral ways.
Old school witches sing ancient songs and cackle around the fire.
It is her favorite night ever!
Crumbs Witch sleeps soundly, feeling alive again.
Not realizing the rest of the witches are playing word games
on their I-pads, making fun of her behind her snoring back.
Spider’s Wire
The light of the sun
Rode down the strand.
Photons riding a wire.
Natural polymer, most grand.
Slowly down the spider's web
Reflections of the sun now ebb.
Insect trap? Optical fiber?
Why not both and call it even?
Even a miracle can be analyzed.
Weighed against "right." "Even Stephen."
Can you judge a spider's wire?
How useful is it?
Will the wire reflect beauty?
What good is it?
Assumptions about the wire
Create the reality of its doom.
Not even a spider can change
Its solitary gloom.
The "rules of the game" can't
Be understood on the other side.
The other side of life,
That enormous side,
The side with everyone else
But me.
Can you "see" the rules of
The Spider's Game?
Can you sense the presence
Of the spider's shame?
No power over you!
I'm a "sexy beast," you said.
Never expecting it
Our words told the story...
Of our shadow side
That part of our souls
So dark and dreary.
Did you blink a silent
Invisible wink,
As your brain somewhere safe,
Zaps its reality into think?
The spider's wire reflects. Yes.
And it thinks and it remembers.
It feels and it sorrows
As the light becomes an ember.
And the night
Makes us remember
The warmth of the touch
Of the Light.
As it's reflected through
The prism of my soul, my wire;
Stretched
Across the forests of our lives.
POINT ZERO
Birth slipped into fast flowing
rivers of patterned fissures
her arching brows brazen
searching sagaciously
microscoping every moment
tangoing across thorny
thickets
Hope gazed at her prayer
puzzle poised with pensive
pencils plaintively planting
plantains for pink parakeet
caressing spines singing
softly stirring custard
pudding
Love thought she was best
berry fruit from which fragrant
juice poured jetting jewels
a silver sabre silently stared
further from truth she stood
a sacked saga sagged
Death smiled enigmatically
held Birth, Hope and Love
in oblong esteem observing
Time’s oval ovaries to strike
sublime a node through
which she sodium sucked
Point Zero zipped in sidelong
zaps dishing each zappy
zodiac zones showering
all four with Infinity’s
zygotes zooming
Point Zero was Hero !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2021
Tired of feeling sleepy today - August 17th, 2019
Lashed with fatigue,
eye cannot fend off lethargy
hazy, hot, humid weather zaps
mental physical, and spiritual energy
even men of cloth
various and sundry clergy.
Undoubtedly summoning Parson Brown
currently out of season,
though stratospheric demand
for his person now
unprecedented as summer
dog days force physical slowdown,
nonetheless he would
experience immediate meltdown
booked solid throughout
"Winter Wonderland,"
when deep freeze
doth make clampdown,
no matter sung by masses
with uncertain reason
caroling 'bout said enigmatic figure
heard in every hamlet
or sprawling boomtown
belted clear as bell
o'er nor'easter howl
undeterred by polar vortex windblown
chilling atlas shrugged
off undaunted facedown
weathering arctic blast
making snow angels
comfortably numb jollity reverses frown
even elderly folks
sport about though grown
spry stick figures shoveling tunnel
courtesy white blanketed lockdown
"careful ma am" not
to fall on keister or crown.
Presence of said parson
linkedin with spate
of blizzard conditions and
Frosty the Snowman,
whose power to bring society
to standstill will not abate
proof positive to commander
in chief who cannot extricate
whether from climate, and trumpets
what he doth cogitate
dismissing global warming -
calling out "end of debate"
twill usher doomsday, cuz he
and trolling henchmen skate
on thin ice, and whose
dawdling crass, base
actions only accelerate
day of wreck conning
when most species will
lack mien ways to acclimate
all the more rhyming reason
to bid mortality adieu
and slumber permanently
battened down hatches
with me sigh ease oompa loompa mate.
Touch feels the light, touch feels the hint;
Heed knowing flight, heed fragrant mint;
Engage fond sight, engage fine tint.
Work each word well, work with fond zest;
Opt to see clear, opt to be you;
Reach out and tell, reach with your best;
Keep faith and cheer, keep focus new!
Words tell of thought, words bridge the gap;
Ideas take form, ideas forge health;
Zeal aligns plot, zeal frames and zaps;
Ask to dare norm, ask for wise wealth;
Realise grand lot, realise fine laps;
Do align thought, do endow maps.
Welcome the muse, welcome each feel;
Roam with each thought, roam with fond wit;
Ink and amuse, ink and appeal;
Truth marks each lot, truth scores each bit:
Echoes now stir, echoes now urge;
See beyond blur, see feelings surge!
Leon Enriquez
12 April 2014
Singapore
I need to open up a case
And let my heart investigate
Why it feels gladder than
All the years it's ever been
I will open up a file
And start with your happy smile
That lights up when I walk in
The second item I'll begin
To talk about will be your eyes
Always holding a surprise
When they stare so lovingly
Like I'm the only one you see
Let's make this list a little longer
With your arms that have been stronger
That will hold me tightly through
The times I am sad and blue
Number four I can't describe
It comes from down deep inside
A feeling that is new and strange
But something I would never change
The next step is number five
It's what keeps my heart alive
With each beat your love will pump
A tune of thumpety thump thump
This list is starting to get large
Like the big energy charge
That zaps me when I am near
And tells me you'll always care
I love the great number seven
Always taking me to heaven
When your voice whispers so low
"I could never let you go"
Up ahead is number eight
Feeling there's no mistake
This relationships in motion
Moving along with devotion
Down the track of this love line
We're now reaching the clue nine
That are fingers soft and gentle
Driving me so very mental
Concluding this crime list is ten
Taking me right to the end
Of searching for something true
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To repeat all of the time
This fantastic list of crimes
Saddened Squirrel
she writes
like her wings
are dipped
in purgatory
hot water
and she is grounded
and broken
because of him
him, him, him
to her
how, how, how
he's met
every overture
every response
with bit lips
and olive branches
yet, yet, yet
she seems to think
like
he's the enemy
where he
would give anything
to be her
friend, friend, friend
you've heard this before
this isn't foreign
mater of fact
your wings are dipped
in angel's dust
you soar way higher
than others and him
don't you see that?
yet
for lack of rationalizing
you rather beat
around the bush
resort to innuendos
and subtleties
and angel zaps
did I say anything
about your sharp teeth?
You say he's driving
you crazy,
lying, lying, lying
you're depressed
you can't sleep
girlfriend
you're the creator
of your own
misery
can't you see that?
I do
I say
reach a resolution
I've tried
you can't be
going on
like this
not unless you're
playing
connie pachecho
4/28/17