Piques Poems

Much Ado About Something

“Much Ado About Nothing” 

Romeo’s love doesn’t fall through, 
As Tybalt piques his fancy too. 
And Juliet, 
Not in love yet 
Chills out on Tinder and Temu. 

William, don’t mind the premise pick, 
The rhymes have moved on so to speak;
Short and lightweight -
It’s shooting straight, 
Not a sonnet, a limerick. 

No tragic twists, no tricksy lies, 
No fam’ly feuds to dramatize. 
It might be viewed 
Vulgar and lewd - 
But no one kills and no one dies!

Winter Scene

The most baby blue, two-storied house; baby blue chimney;
and milk-chocolate-brown rooftop. A whimsical triangle pine,
in front and ‘longside the home, seems to be atop a hill,
newly covered in pearl-gray white snow.

Spheres of snow, descending and ascending - spirited
prayers on Jacob’s ladder. Chimney, roof, house, and
fence posts dotted with drips of snow. Likewise, snow
shudders underneath the shutters eyelids.

Posts, of beige, baby pink, milk chocolate and tawny,
wrapped in holly berries and leaves; Coal-black iron gate,
more open than closed with crafted hearts.

Home surrounded by holly berry arch - perhaps a red cardinal
will alight and give a delightful nibble on a berry or two.

The pine and shutters, piquant. Ponders the apple of the eye,
stitched to the variance of woven threads, surely by foible,
needle and fragile fingers, not reaching for perfection,
but perfectly piques the curiosity for a poet’s meditation.

Polar Bear

Polar Bear

White on white, barely seen,
Its senses aroused and keen.
The legs move cautiously,
And paws touch snow softly;
The chionophile mills, then stills.

And breathes intermittently,
While its heart beats slowly,
With black nose sniffing,
And brown eyes squinting;
Ears prick forward, listening.

Something tells the bear,
Something is out there!
A scent in the breeze
Or a sound echoing,
That piques its curiosity.

Early spring and darkness evaporates,
The bay ice makes hunting excellent.
A solitary predator by reason
Except in season,
The boar proceeds in that direction.

No Whey

Cottage cheese or curds and whey
I try to eat some every day
I generally can find a way
But always after morning weigh
So that my weight I won’t inveigh

There’s not much market for the curd
And on its face, that seems absurd
For surely if you got the word
You to would find that you preferred
The clumpy product from the herd
Which some claim gives relief with gerd

Now some of you do yogurt seek
Downing cartons as we speak
Fruity flavors interest piques
But if you eschew the plain Greek
You'll just fatten your physique

Wolf

Wind rustles her cover
whining of pups distract
wafting scent entices
weariness piques her need
weakness seduces her
wiliness picks her prey
wantonness her attack


©3/15/2022

In Search Of Prey Poetry Contest
Sponsor = Joseph May

Opportunities

Opportunities

A niche where hearts are pulsating,
Naught per romance, just a named else,
Craved sought fortune whilst this waiting,
Since pockets reveal relaxed belts,

Jeopardy match struck near seconds
A drawn prey of risk worth taking,
Parley rouse ere should that beckons,
Monies heaped, a slice of staking,

What class piques out, tis be benign,
Tis quiz of fate its aim be won,
Midst punctured eyes those shuttered, blind,
Till be, zero hid, neath that sun,

Ere tis performed, its role in sport,
Gain or lose, as heartbeats purport.

2020 March 12

*Honorable Mention*

STRAND CHOICE E any theme any form
~~Brian Strand

Howmanysyllables;
14 lines x 8 syllables per = 112 syllables total

Wit Shows

Work wise wit
Feel flame fit


Calm cheer choice
Piques prompt poise


Bit by bit
Faith funds fit


Love lines leap
Dance dream deep


Thrill time trip
Gain good grip


Live laughs loud
Prize poise proud


Sweet spice shows
Frame fine flow


Taste taut thought
Pace prime plot


Sum sure stuff
Live love laugh




Leon Enriquez
02 November 2019
Singapore

10 Word Contest the Founding Fathers Signatures

Corrosion of our country‘s values piques
our interest; cuddled minds with cudgels speak 
and bark, confused by all but tribal laws,
subconscious minds coddled with pride. The fall 
is sure to come, and the Great Seal — break. 
Democracy at stake, and still none wake, 
as all our rights contort. Through fear or spite 
competing visions won’t align; what’s right?
And who decides? It’s no surprise that each, 
effulgent with conceit, decides to teach 
his point of view is true. And, who will die? 
The thousands yet to scream, as both still try 
to conquer what was one, but now divides. 
Attach your signature. Right here. Beside.

Thursday, September 5, 2019
10 Words contest; sponsor Kai Michael Neumann

Words

Speak soft spread
Dance dream dread
Best break break


Niche nice name
Glimpse good game
Sling shot same


Lift loose lines
Bear bright bind
Faith frames find


Prize prime peace
Etch end ease
Live love lease


Word wit well
Taste true tell
Work worth well


Peace piques plot
Live light lot
Sync sweet spot


Rich rhymes rise
Grip good guise
Weave words wise


Face fond feel
True touch thrills
Wear warm will


Blooms bless bright
Lost last light
Style strings sight




Leon Enriquez
30 August 2019
Singapore

Loki's Fall From Aesir

Malevolent demon,
Exploiter of pure malice,
And funny business,

Sif's whorish haircut
Enraged Thor, then soothes gods,
With tripartite gifts,

Goaded Balder's death,
Had perverse shape-shiftier Thokk
More appeasing piques,

Clings Narvi's bowels,
Whilst pains cured by Sigyn's bowl,
Vows evil frequents.

Striped Lily Starlettes

striped lily starlettes -
orange-sun piques from its core,
past purple bruises.
brightness of each petal tip
like pomp's fluorescent stage lights.

Charm

Words speak
As fancy piques


Touch tells
Just how wit dwells 


Works brief
Beyond mere grief


Verse prize
Rhymes that surprise


Writes stream
Upon a dream


Fate stays
As joy now plays


One look
Can dance and hook


Brief gist
Tells of fine list


This day
Has much to say


Look round
For fate comes round


Buzz then
That moment when


Speak out
But do not shout


Love signs
Fond peace of mind


Joy knows
A lovely glow


Love calls
To transcend gall


Hope sings
Of faith that swings


In time
Such mystic chimes




Leon Enriquez
02 February 2019
Singapore

Profound

Sift sleep soft
Love lifts loft


Calm choice clears
Freeze frame fear


Dig deep dream
Sip swift streams


Loud laughs leap
Taste time trip


Sense screams score
Cheer crafts core


More minds mull
Drench daze dull


Work wise way
Pun piques play


Niche nude night
Spark sweet sight


Etch earns ease
Live light lease




Leon Enriquez
26 January 2019
Singapore

Sacred Space

Sight
In sure light
Feels happy flight


Feel
In crisp will
Gains fond thrill


Touch
Weaves as such
More than much


Sound
Watch heart ground
Lost yet found


Smell
What now dwells
That piques tell


Taste
In proud haste
What makes waste


Voice
A deep poise
As clear choice


Look
To wise books
As zeal hooks


Zest
In prime quest
Words the best


Quiz
Taut tale tease
In grand squeeze




Leon Enriquez
22 October 2018
Singapore

Vested

How I love to wear a vest!
It really piques my interest.
For though it's kind of like a sweater,
Somehow, stylish-wise, it's better.

Whether made of down or tweed,
For warmth, it's what all wardrobes need.
With buttons, snaps or halves that zip,
It helps its wearer look quite hip.

So my advice, to spruce your flair
And make your outfit debonair, 
Just top your shirt when you get dressed
With, as you might have guessed, a vest!

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