Poor Rudolph had a broken leg. It happened on the day
he was to lead the reindeer with Santa on his sleigh.
They say it was an accident, but somehow I have doubt
‘Cause the other jealous reindeers wanted Rudolph out
They tripped him up with tinsel. They’d hoped he’d bash his nose.
I heard it on the grapevine, that’s the way the story goes
But Rudolph he was limping and the reindeer guys felt bad.
They didn’t really mean it. They were really very sad.
So they said that they were sorry for causing him such pain
And promised in the future, he could lead the herd again
So Rudolph, he forgave them and I’m very glad to say
He lights the way for Santa on every Christmas Day.
its been 8 months since they took you away
my love for you will never go away
i parish my soul for your sweet angel girl
you are blessed mama is fighting everyday
only you saw my heart from the inside as my body grew yours
whats ment to be will find its way
to hear you say mama, for you to give me a hug im excited for the day i can see you baby girl my soul will always love you our hearts beat the same , no one can ever take your mama away or my baby girl i miss you dearly . sad how we are done this way
i know you miss me
in time god will deliver you back
no one will ever kno the love between a mother and daughter
i will always stand beside you sweeet jasmine my flower god threw to me
to keep it growing on the grapevine.
never forgotton baby girl we love you .
i will catch when you are lost just look you will find me ,,
our song time after time .
im only a heart beat away
my dear
in time love is faith .no one can take that away .
Beastly burdens of life
Millstones round my neck
Not that I malign my wife
For in my eyes beastly burdens of life emulate a sneaking snake
Writhing on the hard road
Through life I travel
On my head perching an abnormal load
Of which I never cease to marvel
Although pressure my neck oppresses
Enjoying a free ride
As twinges of pain pressure stresses
With unabashed pride
Driven to extremes
That hurt, hurt and hurt
So sharply they satirize dames
To whom sweet nothings I blurt
Not that to me it matters or flatters
Whether dames don long or short
In gild letters that decry fetters
As they snort
Raising my ire
With candour
Warmed on a cold night by the fire
Fanned by the parallax of pain odour
A neurotransmitter smells
Telling me I’m lying
When burden spells and scales
Confirm I’m sighing and flying
Despite averse appearances
That on the grapevine seem to glorify and aggrandize gossip
Inferences on my circumstances
Which in a vacuum peep, weep and fall asleep.
its been 8 months since they took you away
my love for you will never go away
i parish my soul for your sweet angel girl
you are blessed mama is fighting everyday
only you saw my heart from the inside as my body grew yours
whats ment to be will find its way
to hear you say mama, for you to give me a hug im excited for the day i can see you baby girl my soul will always love you our hearts beat the same , no one can ever take your mama away or my baby girl i miss you dearly . sad how we are done this way
i know you miss me
in time god will deliver you back
no one will ever kno the love between a mother and daughter
i will always stand beside you sweeet jasmine my flower god threw to me
to keep it growing on the grapevine.
never forgotton baby girl we love you .
i will catch when you are lost just look you will find me ,,
our song time after time .
im only a heart beat away
my dear
in time love is faith .no one can take that away .
Uneasy steps
In an old map
Lines a strange trap
Hurl of loose lines
On the grapevine
All is not fine
A jerky point
A slipping joint
A fall appoints
Falling feeds fear
Right now and here
Sad broken cheer
Feel that plunge strange
Odd in lost range
Falling to change
Leon Enriquez
26 November 2017
Singapore
"Dry Throat at the Water Cooler"
Particle after particle,
Riding out the sandy dunes
Wanting so much to nibble
on the grapevine
My wind pipes crack, from dry wit and gossip
All the witty remarks are scarce
Snatched up by others flushing out
fabrications Diverting attention
from themselves Drowning in their own
Egos
Arid of thought for fifteen minutes
It is hardly a break at all
So dry of talking coworker factoids
Will I have to swallow their moist
Derision.
of all the people whose paths crossed mine
theres one ill not forget
he always swore hed forever be single
until the day his true love he met
the change it was dramatic
no longer parties and late nights
he gave up most of his close friends
to his true loves great delight
he no longer thought for himself
he was blinded by loves snare
dark was what was developing
black was the color of her hair
some tried to advise him
that all may not be what it seems
but he dismissed them all with malice
who dare besmirch this girl of his dreams
i heard it on the grapevine
where all bad news gets broadcast
he came home from work one day early
what he seen hit him like a shotgun blast
his true love was wrapped in another
in his bed in his place
what really broke this man apart
was the smile she wore on her face
the rest was like a trainwreck
he deterioated so fast
he never washed he barely spoke
his true love now a painful past
his face was now barely disguising
the hurt and anguish he carried inside
newspapers called it an accident
but we all knew it was suicide
Grapes on the grapevine
oh, such a delightful sight
fox thinks they are sour
Grapes on the grapevine
oh, such a delightful sight
hanging looms of wine
Grapes on the grapevine
oh, such a delightful sight
intoxication...
Loneliness is standing alone in a crowd,
it is not being heard when you speak loud;
it is being the last grape on the grapevine,
the one that doesn't become the wine;
you fall to the ground to just lie and rot,
to be part of dinner you will become, not;
on the ground you decay and become dirt,
of your sweet juices we get not a squirt;
but in the spring, under the melting snow,
you begin new life as you begin to grow;
a new grapevine you just seem to appear,
giving the grapes for a new wine this year;
continuing the cycle started many years ago,
dropping lonely grapes beneath fallen snow.
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