The curiosity shoppe
Was the place to stop,
For something unique
... A rare antique
With floors that creak
A treasure in itself,
Amongst the keepsakes
Lining each and every shelf
Under layers of dust
Upon layers of rust,
Hoping to snare
... A buyer's stare
Leather-bound books stand
With their titles erect,
Rifled through by many a hand
Now showing signs of neglect
A belted steamer trunk
From a ship that sunk,
A top hat for the gentlemen
An inkwell, a fountain pen
Here and there, a lamp
Was always dimly lit,
By an old rocking chair
Where someone used to sit
A delicate China doll
With a painted smile,
Next to dainty teacups
Stacked in a pile
Open for business
With an eclectic mix,
The Unique Antique Shoppe
... Closes at six.
The poem sits coyly at the counter of the Soda Shoppe,
waiting to be discovered, slowly sipping an egg cream.
Making it last all day, the creamy lukewarm liquid
drips down its poetically pointed chin,
a sticky puddle forming at its iambic feet.
The Soda Shoppe’s bell tinkles;
a thirsty reader breathlessly arrives.
Taking a stool next to the poem, she reaches over and lifts the creation to her lips.
Tasting its invigorating words, she sucks down its essence of life, grins and leaves.
Reveling in being discovered,
the poem sits coyly at the counter of the Soda Shoppe.
The Soda Shoppe’s bell tinkles.
In the throes of a moon-in-June love quarrel, a young couple enters.
Sitting on the other side of the poem, they decry the sticky mess on the floor.
Dripping with the dregs of saccharine philosophy, the poem chuckles,
“It’s so sad when uncultured people don’t realize what delights are just within reach.”
All hell broke loose, when Jerry ran into John at the Paradise Pizza Shoppe
Pierre's upscale wig shoppe sells fine toupees
Gus said, "This one I want to buy today."
Gus was ready to spit
'Cos his wig didn't fit
Pierre smiled ~ "First get a haircut, OK?"
Move with fine tact as heart knows feel,
Yield from deep core grand touch of health.
Ink words that fact what act now thrills,
Note ever more true way of wealth;
Voice in clear trace the waves of cheer,
Etch lavish poise that dream most grand,
Sense gains by grace true worth right here,
Taste via wise choice such wondrous trends.
See that you see days of plenty,
Hurl as you cast that gaze that glows;
Opt sheer bounty with thoughts lovely,
Peace first and last claims joyful flow;
Prize each bold sigh with health within,
End as prompt high brings awesome wins.
Leon Enriquez
19 April 2019
Singapore
Sense sure surge
Pick prime purge
Loud love lines
Feel frame fine
Bright blooms breeze
Sift soft squeeze
Calm cool cheer
Now niche near
Grand good grows
Soft sell shows
See sweet shoppes
Seek sure stop
Leon Enriquez
18 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
Coffee shoppe chit-chat
Random topics here
Mull all this plus that
Brisk as sensuous play
You say and I say
Time oozes away
Ideas in odd spheres
Much mellow gain here
Private cheer endears
Prompt wordplay surprise
Watch puzzle speak clear
Feel stray touch of spice
Leon Enriquez
28 March 2018
Singapore
Feel that sure surge
Where lot prompts urge
Feel in a glimpse
How fancy dreams
Feel vivid flow
What fortune grows
Feel in fond ease
A grand fond peace
Feel that pure grace
That fills this space
Feel that fine core
Of feeling more
Feel how gain feels
As plenty thrills
Feel breezy lift
Of timely gifts
Feel in your heart
How bounty starts
Feel more and more
Soul’s ample stores
Leon Enriquez
02 February 2018
Singapore
Glimpse grace grip gain
Prize pleasure plain
Sense success speak
Ply precious peak
Make moments move
Gain gracious grooves
Such special span
Plenty pays plan
Word wealthy ways
Sketch surplus say
Leon Enriquez
22 July 2017
Singapore
Move mellow mind as touch now styles,
Yes to the feel of joy that springs.
Ink words you find that trace fond smiles,
Note how heart heals as stillness sings;
Voice visual fest in light and sound,
Embrace the poise of happy chimes;
See love work best to bless these grounds,
Truth prompts sure choice in easy rhymes.
Speak words that heal both heart and soul,
Health blooms to urge a better way;
Opt fine goodwill to trace a whole,
Peace in pure surge fondles each day;
Play faith and hope in love's grand zest,
Etch a deep scope that sculpts bright quest.
Leon Enriquez
04 January 2017
Singapore
(Dedication: For my PoetrySoup friend Skat A.)
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Meet sanguine cheer in easy strains,
Yield to sure ease when things turn sad.
Ink passage here in sun and rain,
Note a deep peace that sifts thoughts bad;
Voice in sure time a finesse bold,
Explore the range of all things good;
Sense healing rhymes that now unfold,
Touch sure and strange to feel each mood.
See with fond gaze the poignant face,
Hurl happy fare that bring new fill;
Observe the maze where work fills space,
Purge useless cares and seize bold thrills;
Ply a fond need to flesh clear dreams,
Etch all you feed in wonder's theme.
Leon Enriquez
10 January 2016
Singapore
Mine a grand find, mine a fine niche;
Yield to clear feeds, yield to wise bits.
Ink visual kind, ink ample reach;
Now bounty seeds, now plenty fits;
Visualise grand, visualise more;
Expect fond lots, expect fine gains;
See love attend, see joy galore;
Touch grandeur's plot, touch splendour's train.
Sense wise outcomes, sense grand refrains;
Hurl of more wealth, hurl of more joy;
Observe great sums, observe bold gains;
Pleasure primes health, pleasure proofs ploy;
Please visual craft, please visual gain;
Excite cash drafts, excite cash train.
Leon Enriquez
09 January 2015
Singapore
Propped up on a bar-stool almost seeing eye to eye, the policeman and the kindergartner sharing stories over two scoops of ice cream. Today's special ~Discipline with a Smile~.
Joe the friendly police officer gently corrects the young child. "Always think of others' feelings first before you get into a fight. There are always three sides to every story, son. Your side, his side, and the policeman's side."
The young boy looked down and batted his hazel eyes. "Sir, he was trying to kill a baby frog. Who stands up for the innocent frog, Mr. Police Officer?"
Caught off guard by this young child's powerful response, the police officer closed his eyes, bowed his head and said, " This is where you come in, God!"
Written by Gwendolen Rix
10-9-14
The Barber Shoppe of Hope
It was not what I was expecting at all
A barber shoppe in a rough side of town
But this is where the Lord sent me
So off I go…
I walked in and began to proclaim the coming of our Messiah
The owner walked away uncomfortably,
But his associates were quite excited to hear of this news!
One of the other barbers was also a lay preacher
He confirmed everything I said and we held hands and prayed
We delighted in the commonality of our one-mindedness
He prayed over my safety and wondered why Jesus would send a woman
To preach in the most dangerous side of town
I told him the only ones who are in danger are those not covered by
The blood of Jesus Christ
He concurred
He sent me off with a holy hug
Out…
Out the door to the next destination
I will find out where it is when I get there!
A day in the streets with my Savior
Written by Gwendolen Rix
9-5-14
Ye Olde Sweet Shoppe
Let's take a journey back in time to the 1900's
when children would delight in regular visits to
their sweet shop in England, they had a large
range of lollies and their eyes would all light up
at the sight of these delectable treats, they had
many different favourites like licorice and sherbet
that would melt in their mouth, mint rock, barley
sugar sticks, lollipops, humbugs, gobstoppers as
well as the famous hand made chocolates and
toffees and many more delicacies, the children
would drive their parents crazy until they got
their bag of sweets, in the end the parents had
to give in to their whims and they also bought
some for themselves to eat while relaxing at home.
We go back to the present and sweets are still on
display at the local supermarket, the nostalgia
has been replaced by commercial trading, turning
over huge profits for corporate business giants.
The good old days will never return as this is the
modern world of today's money hungry executives.
Written: 11th July 2013
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