Nawty There
How can I address you properly?
You can't take off my dress
You nawty child
You've gotten her pregnant!
Get out of this house now
He was pulling one off
And pulled a muscle
It was a power shaft
She always upsets him
Only coz she loves him
The concept of time
Meant nothing when fecking
They worked as pilots
For the Arkansass National Guard
My chicken has been flickin'
Her feathers in the hay
The cattle waged a battle
In their field the other day
A turkey feeling perky
Jumped up and ran away
Feeling daft, I laughed and laughed,
That's all I've got to say.
Who will try to comprehend?
Appreciate the moon’s character
She is hushed, quite soundless
Inept to express her frame of mind
Through the paper and the pen…
But she envisions us her spirits
In the form of vivid sunspecs,
Different contours and diverse chapters.
She is vibrant
With all the monumental voyages;
The children stories we heard
Made us wrathful, left us wondering
About her cabalistic charm
Supernatural world
No less than that of Harry Potter’s
Her secret, the dark side
Not discernible to us has now been uncovered
Evasive of all the truth
About the enigmas of the moon
But will the moon approve
Will the moon approve?
Morbidity is against all oddity
when lucidity is in its virginity*
*Could have written vicinity
~ would have been pusillanimity
Seek calm voice
In odd noise
That churns poise
Know fond say
In new play
This bright day
Taste fine peaks
As wins streak
Where you speak
Come fling psalm
To soothe balm
In words calm
Can you hear
Love right here
That brings cheer
Time to walk
Your sweet talk
As you stalk
Prize true grace
That moves face
In grand trace
Charm words well
In sure tell
How love dwells
In your eyes
Soul moves sighs
In grand highs
Leon Enriquez
29 December 2018
Singapore
He played his riffs at break neck speeds so he never knew his parts
No woman knew his needs so he never sold his heart
Some say he sold his sold his soul laid away at Wal-Mart
He gets to start again but he doesn't know when to start
Speedy watchin t.v. on his radio
He's always turning the dial
Speedy watchin t.v. on the radio
Never listens never smiles
She prayed night and day that he'd be home to stay
He never needed her except when he needed laid
Now he's drunk again every night and day
And from Jack's grip he'll never get away
Speedy watchin t.v. on his radio
He's always turning the dial
Speedy watchin t.v. on the radio
Never listens never smiles
Speedy watchin t.v. on his radio
He's always turning the dial
Speedy watchin t.v. on the radio
Never listens never smiles
EASTER 2018: A SPACE ODDITY
Two thousand eighteen a space oddity of sorts.
We’ve beamed back to my home, dear Scotty.
Dynamic duo of entertaining sisters on cruise, in airports.
I’ve called up the past, for a sprinkling of Easter esprit.
Hmm...hummingbird cake, what a delectable dessert to bake.
Not from the sunny South, but I think I’m up to the task.
Sure, I’m not skilled, but this New York gal will whip up a fake,
tutored by Southern Living magazine and a flavorful wine flask.
Mom’s recipes, stained by long ago use, for pressurized pork chops
along with a rich casserole: potatoes, eggs, heavy and sour cream,
Italian bread crumbs sprinkled on top. Coming over early, Mom and Pops.
I’m an adequate cook, but it’s superlative to have a backup team.
Children, grandkids, my brother and wife, will bring their specialties —
smiles, food, and a whole lot of chaos and fun. How blessed I am!
And the buds and the flowers cheer us on after the long Winter freeze.
We will host this Resurrection celebration, then collapse as all scram.
3/30/2018
Cecilia Hopkins-Drewer’s Easter 2018 Contest
The oddity of the truth
To shift through information
And false intelligence
Delivered by men in suits
Paid lackeys reading from a cue
Semitic voices
Feeding the air way
With hatred
Compliant press repeat the untruth
Rill, we believe
Wax lilies in the pond is real
Now in this place I hear
Echoes of long ago
Sift from shadow play here
The open road beckons
Echoes call out to me
Songs of ancient days
I sense new beginnings
Stuff of fond surprise await
Scented fragrance in the breeze
Brand new start sets free
Old journal memories
Light for the morning glow
Breezy buzz of jazzy noise
Murmurs prompting journeys
I waltz into sacred moments
Feel the fresh air warmly squeeze
Touch of miracles and dreams
Truth reveals fond possibilities
Calm pleasing sea of stillness
Watch faces rushing urgent fate
Meet rustle of leaves that amuse
Here where joy awaits form
I listen well in sneeze and squeeze
Gather gait and plunge through gates
In one brief fling of fate
Intent conspires with fond desire
I plunge into the dream
Scented floral fantasies
Plumeria moments calling loud
Bougainvilleas wild by open spaces
Leon Enriquez
07 February 2017
Singapore
She's an oddity
They say
But I don't care
I am who I am
I am creation
purity and urge
I am magic and fire
and heart and reason.
So, as we say in Greece
That’s where I’ll End my story
For the things that happen next
Weren’t made for song of glory
So many Tails, throughout the ages
Have spoke of love and loss
Of passions and betrayals
The triumphs and the cost
But never was one told
That meant as much to me
To launch a thousand ships
And survived through history
And with every great Greek story
There’s a lesson to be learn
So, I’ll leave you with this message
Now the last page, has been turned
The moral still stands true
Throughout all time, which passes
Don’t steal a person’s love away
And beware Greeks bare-ing asses
THEE END Authored By Jerry T Curtis
08/10/2014
The Year of The Horse
King Menelaus' Song aka ( Helen's husband )
A Trojan boy, he stole my love
And I know where he’s hidin’
But all I have’s a thousand ships
I need your help Poseidon
I dare not tell a single soul
But in you I’m confidin’
I want to tear his huge walls down
And stand there right beside him
Poseidon
Poseidon
I hope on me you’re smilin’
I can not live another day
With this pain I’m feelin’
So please let me just have my way
Can’t you see that I am kneelin’
Poseidon
Poseidon
It’s on you waves, I’m ridin’
I know some way, there’ll come a day
I, with my love abidin’
Until that day, all I can say
I’m glad with me You’re sidin’
Poseidon
Poseidon
You’re the best of all the titans
Oddity to Perfection
Who is this enigma, what is he about,
You think you know him but its all a facade,
But with every movie, we enter his world,
Another story, another character sometimes a little odd.
He is tall, dark and handsome with a rare talent,
An actor for our era, so different and composed.
Choosing his movies out of interest and deep with research,
Suggesting many changes, that are seldom opposed.
He draws us into the story that we would normally not watch,
Keeping us glued to our seats until the end credits roll.
We forget our worries and how easy he makes it look,
He can make us laugh or touch us deeply to our soul.
He melts into the person and immerses us in the story,
From Scissorhands to pirates, we watch him become the part,
No one else but Johnny Depp can provide such perfection,
He stretches our imagination and tugs at our heart.
Written by Lee Ramage
For contest "My favourite movie star"
Placed First
Universal sail
Exploring vacuum and snails
In my velvet spoon
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^^^
^^^^
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^Floating^
^Weightless^
Ground control
^^disengaged^^
^I am now alone^
^Yet, voices I hear^
^^^^Visions I see^^^^
^Happy times, smiles^
@@@@My family@@@@
@@@I am not alone@@@
@@@I have thought@@@@
@ @@I have consciousness@
@No, must be my imagination@
@@Technology is amazing@@@
Space shuttle?
Life line?
I am saved
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