Short 81 Poems
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Art critic John Rushkin
thought some painting an expression of sin
He drew still life in the main
dying at 81& a little insane
Epigram #81:
WISDOM
Heraclitus said most men dread
Plain wisdom that springs unafraid.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
21 April 2015
Singapore
A sacred journey
proof of humans love and faith
World fights for justice
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My first wife Linda would have been 81 today
But after 42 years of marriage, cancer stole her away
Think of her still
Always will
My love Cathie is now lighting love's way!
flowers
beginning to bloom
completion
springtime
hat thrown in air
graduate
time
ticking of clock
fifty years
pictures
album open
past memories
the road
well traveled
worn path
Recently turned 81, no turning back now
Been sent out to pasture, along with the cows
When I graze, I get sore
Bending over's a chore
But the “grass” we devour is addictive and how
Will be 81 next week, no turning back now
Been sent out to pasture, along with the cows
When I graze, I get sore
Bending over's a chore
But the “grass” we devour is addictive and how
81
I found
A place
But not sure
My mind
Can release
All the ones
In Framingham
Given to peace
To start anew
It’s a wide
Big world
For me to use
I’m sorry
Baby
If I had
To leave
You behind
Just turned 81 last week, no turning back now
Been sent out to pasture, along with the cows
When I graze, I get sore
Bending over's a chore
But the “grass” we devour is addictive and how
With night comes the Fall today
Its weather all its own,
Clouds lie about the coastline
Early and also late.
The days that come this season
I look into with delight,
The time that passes within them
Starts inside the heart.
When we are 81
And still joined at the hIP
Husband and Wife
With the love of my life
I would fear death with every increasingly shallow breath
Because you are my very meaning of life
My reason to wake
My eternity lake
what is this
a surprise?
a welcome
return:
my heart
flutters
in
anticipation
joy
wells
within,
overflows
in tears
drowns
the past..
with love
inspired by clip of Chopin no 2 op31
Quatrain #81:
TRUE
Touch helps clear feel to come to know,
Reach silence still that brings sure glow;
Urge peace to heal with profound light,
Etch love's fond will as joy now shows.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
24 October 2015
Singapore
LOST
Out of reach-
Like in winter
A swim at the beach.
Out of sight-
Like something distant
In the night.
Lost in thought-
No where
Can dreams be bought.
Lost in now-
But I will find
Myself somehow.
(LAW Orig. 1-7-81)
The fact that any society needs laws, rules and regulations is proof absolute of the failings of humanity,
The fact that any of these laws, rules, and regulations are flouted by so many is proof ultimate of human abnormality.
The FragGen. 81.5.8 (2014)
Who dreams of me tonight ?
My dream
Befor sleep ?
The sky in her eyes,
The sun in her hair,
The love in her sigh,
Takes me there.
A complement manner
In mouth and bed,
A feeling woman and
Right in the head,
Supporting and
Art fed.
Form:
Two storied teams
Creme-de-la-creme
Yet one has to lose
To sing the blues
Tear-stained its dreams
______________________
University of North Carolina
nipped Duke University in a
game for the ages tonight,
81-77, and goes on to play
Kansas for the national
championship Monday night.
I haven’t left my house in days
With everything else I’ve tried the anxiety still lingers
My dreams wound me and my nightmares mock me
Was it never meant to be?
My friends stopped asking for me when I disappeared for months on end
It’s too late now
My supplies are running out
I’ll need to face the sun
The clock ticks...
Faster & faster
Time flyes by,
How long must I wait?
The hour hand hits the seven,
It make me cry.
My face is flushed and hot,
Theres a knock at the door.
Who can it be?
I try to fix myself up.
My heart is pounding.
Will you notice my unhappiness?
Can it be?
Happiness, Love, Questions but honesty.
Everythings all right!
10/14/81
Beginning with perception
Of seeming separation
We infuse empathy to feel
With full uninhibited appeal
Including each nuance subtle
Through dispassion spherical
The pulse of joy & pain
The wax & wane
In each & every other being
By resonance so feeling
This practice not mindfulness
Or pretended kindness
But rather singularity of awareness
Unifying with Absolute consciousness
14-August-2020
I looked down and I realized that
I had my grandmother’s hands
I’ve reached the point in life where the skin has thinned
and the veins have bulged
and thoughts of mortality land
At first it was upsetting, a reminder of age unrelenting
but soon after, I thought
What could be better than those loving hands
that soothed my fears
and dried my tears
oh how
I’ve missed my grandmother’s hands
6/11/81
COPLA 81 INVOCATION : This Bad Guy World
Bad Guys perforce ressort to prayer
They pray to augment the harm they wreak :
Should Good Guys pray
Who then assesses prayer power
Who dispenses what Bad Guys seek :
How fare the lay
All the evidence is in the genes
Just as the Earth’s in ocean cells :
Bad Guys impose
If Good Guys react by all means
Out of season all by themselves :
World’ll decompose
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Once the curtain is down
All lights then turn to dim
Music slowly trails off
As the self bows back in
Moments of reflection
Memory becomes faint
When the thrill has left you
And you wipe off the paint
You think of what it was
That you have then just done
Knowing all it has meant
Amazed if you had fun
You aren't even quite sure
If you'll keep going on
In search of more footlights
To brighten your soul song
81 Words Rhyme 4/20/22
Next Fight
How easy is it for countries who are friends
To become enemies and go to war?
Like Britain and Argentina in the 80s
Argentina bought British warships
Their crews trained here in 81
But in 82 they invaded the Falklands
We were at war and we won that war
But hundreds on both sides were killed
This is one example of conflict
It can and will happen again
Who will we fight next?
from LIZARD SNAIL 124K
Nick Armbrister and other writers
November 29, 1919
Dearest Janet,
I would love to come to your parents' Boxing Day Party.
I adore you. I want to marry you.
But if you are still angry I will understand.
Just give me a sign ~
I anxiously await your reply.
Forever yours,
Henry
In 2008, Janet Barrett, a guest-house owner in Weymouth, Dorset, UK, received a letter – an RSVP to a Boxing Day party invitation, which had been posted on 29 November 1919. It was 81 years late! (dramatized content)