You know, granny, I am indeed autistic,
I still eat the same things I did as a kid:
Oatmeal breakfast, mac n' cheese lunch.
I both solemnly and fondly remember.
I will keep our memories, even as an old lady.
I know I am a spoiled child, but still thoughtful.
You loved me anyway, and I am so sorry,
You did things your way, why I slacked a lot.
I love you forever, even if you become another,
If we are to ever be reunited together.
In this life or in the afterlife or another life,
I know we'll meet again, somehow, someday.
I'll think of you when I eat my comfort meals,
These dishes you would always make for me.
Maybe someday, after I meet you again,
We'll have oatmeal for old times' sake.
Old Times
Sometimes walking can be a journey into the past
Sometimes, but always, this is a lifestyle
Hmm. Take a walk in a cemetery?
Yes. Switched off the present
Old gravestones are glittering
Beautiful music is heard
Calling another life
The passed souls are
dancing from their lives
Happy people live in the past
Switched off my present
I stay with them
I live there
Stay
The past
Take me back to the dime bag days
when we were hotel hippies,
thirsty for trouble and stuck in a state
of delirium.
Our souls were scattered messes
among the unbent hills -
dreaming of rebellion and freedom,
pockets empty, heart's empty
Having no sense of direction and
craving toxicity like it is a
natural remedy. We were walking
disasters, baddie two shoes.
Over the years things have changed.
Looking back at the funny photos.
Dad wore sneakers on the beach.
Time where have you gone?
Ineed a memory replay.
Mom with her apron on.
Eeating home cooked meals.
Smells did linger though the house.
Date Written: 11/26/2020
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old times and knew times
I was thinking about how I live now in a big apartment
with four bedrooms and their bathroom, and I study for me.
As a child, my mother and two other siblings had two
rooms and half a kitchen; the other half belonged to a woman
who had one room and two children.
She often had male visitors, and the children had to sit in the hall, and I told them stories, when my father and I crossed the Sahara on camelback, not that I knew my father he was always absent.
We had no bathroom, but there was a toilet in the basement
it had rats coming up from the bowl, one had to flush several times
before sitting down hoping the best. Peeing was done in
the kitchen sink.
We were poor but didn´t know it as everybody was poor it was
the way it was, but we laughed a lot the slightest thing set us off,
and my brother was great joke teller, and we enjoyed ourself hugely.
Living in a big apartment, I ask myself what happened to mirth
I know, I think, we just got old and our sense of humour,
think I have to go out and look for it-
Do you remember
Skipping with a rope..alone
Or catching 'jacks' with stones.
Do you recall
Tennis against an old brick wall
Or conker contests in the fall.
Did you chalk out hopscotch squares
Play make believe,games of dare
Hide and seek or touch and run
In a childhood wrapped in fun.
Is simplicity a thing of the past
Will life in a circle turn
Will common sense..return?
L-et
O-ne
U-nique
I-dea
S-imply
A-pply
M-essage
A-bout
Y-oung
A-ge
L-etting
C-omposer's
O-ld
T-imes
T-ell
Topic: Birthday of Poetess Louisa May Alcott (November 29)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Bumped into a friend
just yesterday
I was driving my car
and she got in the way
She said nothing was broken
the impact was minor
Mostly bruises and cuts
and a pretty good shiner
I took her to breakfast
and told her a joke
She was laughing so hard
she started to choke
I gave her the Heimlich
and then she was fine
While everyone cheered
we continued to dine
I finished my eggs
plus her corned beef hash
She picked up the check
since I don't carry cash
Then we took a ride
when I got a flat
She changed the tire
while watching, I sat
We went to the park
to her favorite thing
where she asked me to push
while she rode on the swing
But careless was she
as she went too high
and flew off the seat
up into the sky
And then she came down
right onto a bush
full of prickly thorns
straight into her tush
To the hospital entrance
I gave her a lift
and away from my car
she limped fairly swift
But before that she said
(if you'll pardon these rhymes)
"Whenever we meet
it's just like old times"
Mike Wise
10-21-19
Old journal page
Yellow with age
Flip through old times
Feel mellow chimes
Word pictures tell
Zest that cast spells
Here and there browse
Odd smiles arouse
Each peek now hooks
Feel in this book
Writes in clear jot
Once felt so hot
Frozen thoughts thaw
Old memoirs raw
I come to see
Flash memory
Old times can meet
On goodbye streets
Leon Enriquez
20 September 2017
Singapore
Craft charming cheer as apt art aims,
Love makes all things to fashion proof;
Align feelings to play life's game,
Sense how time flings a lasting truth;
See that you see the way turn wild,
Instruct your heart to know your soul;
Claim what will be your prize my child.
Opt poignant start to discern whole,
Last light hurls here when day departs;
Dance dazzling deep where wonder wills.
Thrill vivid cheer as portal parts,
Intuit sans sleep how purpose thrills;
Must matter mind the unknown route,
Embrace wise finds with sensuous shouts;
Seize thus not blind both ins and outs.
Leon Enriquez
31 July 2017
Singapore
Go quickly now
Purge why and how
Dance in that dream
Ooze in lost streams
Go fade away
Thus ends last day
Watch old times die
Beyond those highs
Go when you can
Exit old span
Tact follows act
Don't just react
Go with a smile
Know ends that style
One for the road
Unleash old loads
Go with the wind
Unknown, unseen
Leon Enriquez
17 January 2017
Singapore
Observe the flow of dancing light,
Urge joy to thrill that precious whole;
Reach for that glow that sparkles sight.
Glimpse how love feels in your own soul,
Oblige the cast of poignant zest;
Outlive the craze in inner child,
Dance first and last your affluent best.
Oomph floods the daze in thoughts gone wild,
Live deep delight where time stands still;
Defy the odds of bitter gall.
Dream in clear sight with feisty feel,
Allow for God to let you fall;
Yield to your soul a mindful heart,
Sense a true whole where love moves art.
Leon Enriquez
08 January 2017
Singapore
Old times speak soft
From poignant loft
Here and now hurl
As moments curls
Times once so fresh
Now distant flash
Change and old age
Cast a new page
Here we are dear
Wrinkles of cheer
So much now past
To feel at last
Old times loiter
Mind games foibles
Old primal tease
Awkward odd ease
Fumble with form
Change alters norm
Yet grace frees truth
To fact new proof
Here face to face
Old times tint space
Our journey path
In dreamy stuff
Writes cannot tell
Our story well
Leon Enriquez
13 December 2016
Singapore
Missing the old times
Missing an old friend
Her smile on her cheeks
Reminds me of sweet days.
Old conversations
We talked things over
We ended up laughing
Rolling on the floor
Through worst days
We held each other’s hand
Tears were memorable
She’s my best friend.
Missing the old times
Missing an old friend.
I’ll keep on thinking
Till we meet again.
Notice the way of space and time
Ebb and flow sway like edgy rhymes.
Notice the thought that hurls away
Each play and plot comes just to stray
Notice the strains of song and dance
Each a complaint that freaks with chance.
Notice the lines blank and unrhymed
Straight and aligned to bleed new time
Notice the words of music rhymes
Curls and curves heard in surreal chimes
Notice the feel when fond writes come
The true heart heals with fest that sums
Notice the place of time and space
Wear a warm face as feelings trace
Notice the end just as you start
Our mortal trend comes part by part.
Leon Enriquez
03 August 2014
Singapore
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