Edw monaxa apomeina me filo to feggari
Na mou thymizei thn omorfia ap' ta matia sou
Jerw, esy to kalopianeis me ta xadia sou
Den to vlepeis? Mia allh lampsh apopse exei parei
Ntrepetai, fainetai, pou tou milas gia t' orama sou
Tou lew to mystiko kai se koita prin koimhtheis
Etsi, an kapoia mera se fwnajei, mhn parajeneuteis
Toses fores pou to 'xw pei, tha jerei t'
onoma sou
"The Nephilims!; he bellowed. "The Nephillen"! He
bellowed over the drums of the and cackling
unshirted women. "The Nephilim shall walk among men"!
"To arouse the women: and make men tremble
with fear"! He than spoke in a tenorish
bellowing sound a sermon like
pitch dancing turning one
shoulder toward the ground as
he tip-toed around the lighted center.
HE said in a differed laugage"Il suono
mesculera, per
introdurre la canzone pei all improvo e
cambiato
struttttura comune
struttura comune
solista strumentale
ruttura
e interrmezzo
e testi"! The Goddess Attraeious
shall draw the need of
togetherness
to make men want.
And even ' Il Brutto" shall
spermiate! Thus spokeIl Re Pesco
around te lights
of the Pricky Branch City!
I avoid those floral gangsters,
vainglorious Gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse Geraniums
with their large Shar-pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic chromatic mobs,
their heavy menacing over-cultivated smells.
Charles Darwin, thought these latter-day
angiosperms as:
“an abominable mystery.”
They are life-forms born of missing links,
genetically modified to eat oxygen,
perhaps out of our human brains?
Dogs and cows
are immune to their deleterious charms,
but we who are drawn to color and form,
sniff them out, as if they were hard drugs.
O you Peony, overgrown Day Lily,
you seemingly
innocuous bunches of Mums,
I see you, you smug and pretty enticers,
you mesmerizing Rasputin's!
I cringe, hold my breath,
reluctantly
bring those heady eye-catchers home
to my darling,
who waits for yet more perfumed
love letters.
He avoided florists,
those over-cultivated blooms
in their overheated shops
seemed to be a perversion of nature.
He shunned all those floral gangsters;
the vainglorious gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse geraniums
with their large Shar-Pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic hosts of peonies
pressing-in and crowding his mind
with a ballooning menace.
His stomach trembled when confronted
with petulant Pelargonium
or the silent perfumed farts of the deadly Dahlia.
Charles Darwin, thought these latter-day
angiosperms as, “an abominable mystery.”
They are life-forms born of missing links,
genetically modified to eat oxygen
out of human brains.
They are the epitome of those hard drugs
that invade our senses.
For him, the Day Lily
was a pall-bearing pale monstrosity.
Seemingly innocuous bunches of Mums
are well known to gather in smug mobs
at a time of year
when our greatest need
is for fresh air.
Passing all flower shops
he cringes away,
and will not pay a penny
for any kind of noxious poesy
or floral frippery.
The Asian community is scrutinized,
Blacks are killed and cuffed on the street.
You’ll order Pei-Wei and Big Bowl,
Then scope them out, target practice.
The very people arresting blacks,
They are protected by their acts.
But America doesn’t see a uniform,
They only see black and say wrong.
America is so resistant to change,
Failing to admit that their slogan’s fake.
America calls itself the land of the free,
The constant racism could have fooled me.
We can’t sleep in peace for Breonna,
For George Floyd, we got it right.
Justice is still so seldom served,
Living freely is what we deserve.
My goal in life is to be like Betty White.
Funny, beautiful yet so intelligently bright.
I love to laugh when she speaks of her age.
Reading her book,makes it hard to turn the page.
Today was my Birthday and it really felt great.
I use to worry about the number but now its a special date.
I celebrate in many ways, a wish list in my hand.
Today I played music and listened to my favorite band.
A meal was made, seen my kids to.
My husband ordered out, there was nothing for me to do.
But to sit relax and talk with those I love with my heart.
I've missed them so much, its been hard to be apart.
My Birthday became a day just to celebrate the life I have had.
Now looking forward to things we enjoy, I'm so glad.
To be healthy, to wake to the sun in the sky.
Hoping next year we will be ready to fly.
To see places we have never been before.
To go to PEI and go knocking on my friends door.
Next stop would be a really warm place.
Book in hand, you will never see my face.
Look forward for the days to come.
Embracing all or even some.
Life is a beautiful gift, take one step at a time.
Just like writing this poem, I do my best to rhyme.
Previous winners were Elie Wiesel,
Mother Teresa, Bob Hope,
Norman Rockwell, Rosa Parks,
Walt Disney and a Pope*…
B.B.King and Yo Yo Ma,
Dylan and Pearl Bailey,
Frank Sinatra, E.B. White,
Tom Hanks and Alvin Ailey…
Meryl Streep and I.M. Pei,
Spielberg and De Niro,
Harper Lee, Casals, Aretha –
Every one a hero.
Shockingly, another name’s
Been added to the list,
With whom most honorees, I think,
Would hate to coexist.
For if you read Rush Limbaugh’s quotes,
So shameful, cruel and mean,
You likely would agree his presence
In that group’s obscene.
It should have come as no surprise
For such a bad decision
Is what’s to be expected from
The master of division.
*Pope John XXIII
Inhaling and exhaling life one Marlboro Red at a time.
Those devil sticks sucking the satin from her face.
She'd wrinkles that could put a Shar Pei to shame.
She earned every one of those wrinkles in spades.
Despite battalions of carcinogens
She lived for about 383 seasons.
A life garnished with laughter- love- respect.
Surviving 2 world wars and a black divorce mess
Abuse-humiliation- loneliness -neglect.
Burying two husbands and scores of friends.
And a curly-headed girl in a lavender dress.
She passed on the wisdom of the ancients.
Only a few ever really cared enough to listen.
Lessons forever forgotten, timeless elixirs undrunk.
All becoming yellowing stains upon the brooch of death.
I avoid florists, not the people,
who generally speaking,
are polite and quite unremarkable.
I write of those floral gangsters;
the vainglorious gladioli,
eugenically forced greenhouse geraniums
with their large shar-pei heads.
Garish claustrophobic hosts
pressing in.
My center inwardly trembles
when confronted with Pelargonium posses
all the heavy menacing smells
of the over-cultivated.
Charles Darwin, thought these latter-day
angiosperms as, “an abominable mystery.”
They are life-forms born of missing links,
genetically modified to eat oxygen
out of human brains.
Dogs and cows
are immune to their deleterious charms,
but we who are drawn to color and form,
sniff them out, as if they are the hard drugs
we were once cautioned
never to reach for.
O you Peony, you Day Lily, you seemingly
innocuous bunches of Mums,
I see you, you smug mobs,
and I cringe away
rather than buy my sweetheart
yet another monstrous spray.
When you were gone so far away
Our communiques didn’t waver
The skyping proved to be okay
All of your words I still could savor
Though nothing changed I still felt blue
Worried about you the entire time
All alone with a hotel view
Praying your health and welfare sublime
My feelings ran away too far
I realized how much I care too
Know this true when I speak my heart
There’s mellowing of my love for you
(Dedication: For my nephew
Yong Chye and his wife Su Pei)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Wonder finds joy in love most true,
Explore each day the path of cheer.
Thrill funds new ploys in happy cues,
We find nice ways to make life dear;
Observe the will of two hearts kind.
Gather in time our journey grand,
Align fond feel in cherished finds;
Touch in deep rhymes lover and friend,
Heart to heart we live warm feelings;
Embrace a voice in charming choice,
Reach out to be understanding.
Now seeds fond poise beyond vain noise,
Opt lovely smiles where laughter lights,
Work out fond style to live love bright.
Leon Enriquez
26 September 2015
Singapore
Just For You ((Token #2)
Birthdays are a *****
I don't want to get old that's true.
Rows of wrinkles like a shar pei
Thinning hair looking sort of blue.
Heart and Hearing not as they once were
Droopy boobs like udders on a cow,
All your joints are wearing out
Your hips and knees are new ones now..
Going to the loo is a timely nuisance
In your bladder you no more trust.
Remembering to note the toilet areas
Liners in your panties are a must .
Penned 27 August 2014
I fought and they got me
I’m dying me friend
Doctors have warned me
Now I fear this is the end
It seems so easy
I do declare
But if you ever encounter one
Leave it alone, beware
There I was standing alone
On my own you see
Surronded by many
And just poor old me
My wife was in doors
She hid in the house
As she watched me fight
Like a terrified mouse
Her face express terror
It was all screwed up
She looked like one of those dogs
Oh yes, a shar pei pup
All I wanted, was to do the garden
May be plant some seeds
But then again, you know me
I had to tackle those weeds
Now I lay here hearing the sweet words of my wife
“this pain you are feeling is just, and you deserve"
"Now lay there and suffer
With the pain of a trapped nerve'"
Now I reflect on her expression
Through the pain, it took me a while
It wasn’t feeling my pain
She had a Cheshire cat smile.
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