Playtime Poems

SILENCE SPEAKS

Silence, silence—pin-drop silence,
Commands the teacher's voice.
Yet in the hush, the children scheme,
Their whispers soft, their hearts rejoice.

Even in silence, eyes convey
The thrill of games at end of day.
Their glances speak of plans anew,
Of bonds they’ll strengthen as they play.

With nodding heads and thumbs held high,
Cute smiles flash, some gaps reveal.
Twinkling eyes and brows that dance,
Their

streams of mud

streams of mud


we played in shallow streams of muck
where there was no black, no white
we were all mud-packed kids
crusty-skinned little boys who knew the sludge would wash away
when we dipped into the stream
and splashed one another
to reveal brown skin or pink

touch football followed the mud spackling
on a grass field with stone markers
and oak trees with

Playtime

It is not but a tiny ball of yarn I say as I roll it around in my hand then throw it away.  The littlest furball sees it and squalls a hiss which made her mother even twitch. She pounced and rolled and bounced and scolded that teeny tiny ball of yarn until she

Playtime At the Playground

Being free happy and young
Having lots of playground fun

Merry go round makes you dizzy
You try to stand with your head wizzy

Teeter totters up and down
In the air and on the ground

Slides so big or really small
Going down is fun for all

Seeing how high you can swing
And jumping off like you had wings

Climbing across monkey bars
Seeing

Silhouette 14, Playtime

SILHOUETTE (14/23) — PLAYTIME


Play prompts ploy
Surreal senses sway;
Craze configures

~~~~~

Here I dance
With each bright chance
In dreamy trance
As sense takes flight
In the clear light

Here I sigh
With happy highs
That cry and ply
For now fits here
In presence dear

~~~~~~~~~



Leon Enriquez
08 January 2021
Singapore

Playtime

Heads I win, tails you lose, what’s your excuse
to play the game joyfully, anyway?
Orientation tranquil, we each choose,
not allowing our attention to sway,
living moment to moment, day by day.
Our delight, lies in embracing surprise,
thus the now eternity, on the rise,
as we feel mindfully, each throb within,
from start to peak and until it so dies,
as at

Playtime

Whose ball is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch her laugh. I cry hello.

She gives her ball a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The ball is round, bouncy and deep,
But she has promises to

Playtime

Ceasing striving
Desiring nothing
Our existence 
Playful innocence 
Gently ambles
No ego that rambles
Our stillness 
Agendaless
The bliss we imbibe
Words cannot describe 
Moment to moment 
Soma nectar potent
Heightens our ecstasy 
In unending continuity 
Inner emptiness 
Magnetised in fullness 
Throbs with power
Swathed in a bliss shower
Each pulse a climax
Without mental parallax
Arms open in embrace
Greets each & every face
In gleeful joy
Devoid

Playtime

Giggles fill the air
Children at play lost in their...
       world of innocence



Date: 07/23/2019

Playtime

Zest works best
Fest true quest


Fun seeds play
Run fits day


Show fond glow
Know fine flow


Laugh loud shout
Bluff shows pout


Style sweet smile
Pile each while


Wit funds hit
Bits that fit


Eat and drink
Fit verge brink


Eat some more
Feed deep core


Grab play thing
Nab sweet fling


Sleep on it
Watch dreams fit




Leon Enriquez
02 April 2019
Singapore

Playtime

As God leads his lambs home.
I lead you to the slaughter.
His way is natural.
Mine is straight up murder.
No lie about it.
I'm the best their is, you haven't caught me yet.
Now the bodies will rise.
And the sadness will grow.
Whores and bastards, I'll cut them just as deep.
Just as deep as I will you.
Once you've crossed my

Life's Miss Teri

Miss Teri rolled in the clover
With neighbours Neil Down and Ben Dover
She loved to rehearse
Playing Doctor and nurse
When done she would simply start over.

God of Playtime Loves

I know nothing brighter than disdain
for algebra’s insane fascination with irrational outcomes,
dissonating my natural empathy
with harmonic blends and rhythms,
patterns of fore-giving symmetry
and holonic wholy closure.

By contrast,
the only polymath I take to,
warm wet eco-polity compost
transforming into well-fed democratic root systems

Feeding on more than geometry,
is sacred geologic,
organic ecological applications
for natural neurodiverse 
spirited systems co-passion theory

In which close

Playtime

Style then the touch of cheer that comes,
Intuit the feel of joy that spreads;
Mind mingles much in streams that sum,
Profound the will that echoes trade;
Live in the light of happy joy,
Embrace the truth that tells you how.
Peace funds fond sights in lovely ploys,
Love offers proof right here and now;
Align your heart as wonder blooms,
Yield then

Playtime

It's the best part of being a kid,
creating worlds at whim, blasting
bad guys away, saving the world
for Mom, Dad, Nana and Pop-Pop.

When we grow up, we can't play,
though we try to, with sex, drugs,
booze or fast cars-- but playtime?
The closest we can get to it is in
our dreams. Perhaps that is what 
dreams are: remnants

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