An adventure awaited from the moment we met
It always was and I'm sad to see you go
They said all things must come to an end
Your love disappeared
The hopelessness plaques
I got put in my place and
You left me in a world of pain
I was bound in the rain
With these unbreakable cuffs
When your love disappeared
I have lifetime roughs
But you made me believe
I was needed and seen
Then got up and left
Me to figure this out
Although your love disappeared
My love for you remains
Plans of our future were smeared
And everything I feared
Seemed to come true
It's hard to get through
But I have dreams to pursue
Even though your love disappeared
Clyde Rolf
Played golf
First nine
Went fine
Next nine
Not fine
He muffs
In roughs
Sand trap
Oh crap
Tough break
In lake
Bad hook
In brook
Blew putts
Some klutz
Hurled putter
In gutter
O'er par
By far
Disgust
He cussed
Clubhouse
To souse
I roam the edge of the roughs, ponds 'n streams
For illusive precious golf spheres per chance
Long looks through silt sifting for glints it seems
That make themselves appear to start the dance
Bits of dimpled light that want once again
Away from their sunken settled dark place
To take full flight across the verdant glen
And put a simple smile on one's bright face
For when you find a lost ball, dearest friend
They share great joys and awful torrid tears
What begins anew from someone else's end
Those round companions can go on for years
So live 'n walk ever searching to gawk
The vagary life of the true Ball Hawk
Colored pencil illustration G. Gaul 2023
No one ever said anything of any
importance during those long, lonely years at the
dinner table. Awkward ugly silences filled
with talk of pars of roughs of lies
as metaphor for truth
while discussing this club used in that sand trap
or that swing always creating this slice or that bogie
as if each item offered legitimacy for life itself
instead of thinking or taking part
reality sparked their unique shorthand and
drowned out veracity as strongly as scotch
or gin or failure or even
the loss of dreams.
Sorrow wears a face
As pain grinds in place
Bitter feels the touch
As sad spoil roughs much
Sorrow is sad deep
That suffers lost sleep
Gall can forfeit taste
As pain lays stern waste
Sorrow lumps old dirt
Drags even past hurts
Leon Enriquez
08 May 2019
Singapore
Accidently in Paris
From the bus station in Paris, I was taking a taxi to a posh
part of Paris, the driver a Moroccan didn`t know the way, but I had a map
he could not read, so I navigated, first left, second right and so one.
We got there after three hours, I tried to pay, but the driver would
not hear of it, made a U. turn and shot at me, he was a lousy shot
I stood there in the street of houses ready to expel anyone
who didn`t behave rich and since I walk like a penguin was accepted,
They say a blond girl has much fun, but I tell you a bald man has
more fun at Molin Roughs, (wrongly edited.)
Synchronized dancing and I was thinking when are we going
to eat? Someone a woman I was temporally in love with, arranged
so I could have soup. It was a feathery show, and I sneeze a lot.
Look to the skies,
Infinite is you soul,
Search through the dark,
Find your reason for life.
You have been through the roughs,
Every day brings you pain,
You are done nursing ambition’s wounds.
Every seed you sow
Falls on hard rock,
Your life is full of damaged dreams.
There is no more smile on your face,
The laughter of life is gone,
No one to turn to but you.
Search for deeper meaning,
Your effort will write
Your own life story.
This game of golf as is this life,
Played all life, perfect still can't be,
Ever reminding of one’s wife,
Put on pedestal, upon tee,
Handicaps, roughs, bogies stay rife,
And played as if on edge of knife!
Easy to start, hard to finish,
And harder ever to master,
Followed like an unfulfilled wish,
Always one stroke from disaster,
As in life, handicaps bridge gap,
Eagles two, birdies claim one clap.
What rage be this game every age,
As many highs as there be lows,
A game ever on players grows,
Ageless be this sport in image—
To my liking a bit high brow,
Pricey clubs, carts, caddies in tow.
And if ye think you the ball drive,
Beware of game that drives you naïve,
This game of greens, good to relax,
Greener still goes envied player,
And greatest of a leveller,
Pro or novice likes it like sex.
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Reflections | 01.10.04 |
Once I had a principle with firm authority
Not to believe anything against another
Nor report or reveal a secret until it hurts more people
And that too more severely than the people concerned
But here I am going to do the reverse
And I have sound reasons
Behind all these to reveal a secret or two
For the benefit of mankind
And I firmly believe you that you will forgive me
And you will wonder after knowing the fact
That Aids is not a natural disease
Nor is the eloba
These were created artificially by few roughs
To harm the less developed people throughout the world
In order to depopularize the population
On the other hand the medicine they have invented
Would bring them huge financial gain
With one stone they just have killed two birds
And they never minded
That human being is human being, developed or under developed.
An Open Letter of Warning
So many ills are here in this world
Open the Facebook
On the thousands of pages
There is only blood
From the rapes and murders
From wars and occupations
This earth has been turned into red from green
Nearly every one is against every one
Madness has gripped the race of man
All are becoming the patients of lust and greed
Universities are less than the bombs and missiles
Nature is bleeding
Few are there to take care of
The roughs like termites
Eating us all from inside
Any time the civilization may collapse
Like a cracked up bridge
Or burst into flames
Or freeze into nuclear winter
As we are sitting on a huge pile of explosive materials
Any touch on a wrong button by any mistake
May leave us no one to see our own end
Revenge mentality is so strong that
We possess the dead hand weapons
So sorry to say
The sordid state of the whole mankind
And beg pardon to my own conscience to go so negative.
Believe
believe in love
believe in life
believe in sorrow
believe in hate
believe in pain
believe in despair
believe in joy
believe in peace
believe in family
believe in friends
believe in evil
believe in caution
believe in darkness
believe in light
believe in myths
believe in legends
and most importantly
BELIEVE IN YOURSELF
date submitted,April 19,2011
me and my friend went through some roughs times not believing in ourselves or each other this inspired me after-wards we made up
millions of waves, of days, of breaths, of glances
millions of lights, of heys, of thoughts, of chances
millions of melodies, of beats, of romances
millions of short months, of too roughs
but millions are not enough