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Epigram #97:
JOY
Peace is not in mere things
Yet pure joy lives in spring
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
01 June 2015
Singapore
cough and fever form
holiday is spent in bed
cancelled family time
chicken noodle soup
stopping dehydration now
spoon to mouth feeding
Andy Griffith used to tell us
Sanka is 97% caffeine-free
and g-o-o-d!
Yet he never mentioned
That it's 'Instant Coffee'
not br-o-o-d
White as light
Sleeping the night
Clothed in embers of doubt
A mind so keen
Beauties unseen
Who will seek the truth
To uncover
7.19.97
I've got four lines to tell you how I feel.
Why do I have it bottled up inside?
I feel like I should tell you the truth.
The truth that I love you.
Daddy worked the land
to put food in our hand
He worked in the mill
to pay our bills
Lived to be 97 years old
A simple life, not so bold
Carsick staring up at the sky
close the roof as the sun rolls by
my seatbelt is a gray tongue that licks me into my seat
I’m beat, I’m beat, I’m beat, I’m beat, I’m beat
Defenseless people
Inhuman brutality
Celebrate new year
- 02.01.2017
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97
All these
Little pills
I stack up
In the morning
And evening too
Keep me a
Memorable
Sane
No drugs
In my veins
Just regret and
Love-hate for my exes
All ways gone
And I’m left
Alone
None but Allah has made the stars for you in the sky
So that you may follow the right way thereby
In the darkness of the land and the sea!
In fact we have made plain Our communications
For the wise nations.
Try to find me,
for I am hiding.
You can not see me,
hear me, or feel me.
For I don't want to
be found.
I would rather
have my solitude,
feel safe and sound
instead of known
and hounded.
©K.Chun .'97
sitting here
waiting..
...wondering
with
my
memories,
floating
one
by
one:
past
the window
of all
my yesterdays
inspired by the piano clip of Yesterday
jessykah king
Moms they are so cool. in the summer they always let us go to the pool.she
maks us a goood team.
she maks us all beam . she is a grat mom. the gratist mom in the world
jessykah king
10/13/97
Keeling
epode masts
tilt horizon’s sun
collecting crimson
Her sails ablaze
make mauve
evanesce
(9/22/2020: '97 Sea Ray 550 Sedan Bridge; Septolet contest)
Quatrain #97:
NICE
Note how love thrills the way of wit,
Inform your will to forge fine bits;
Charm knows fond fill as pleasure primes,
Etch fond appeal that frame bold fit.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
10 November 2015
Singapore
deep in the forest
the butterfly is weeping
her heart is broken
______________________
July 2, 2015
Poetry/Senryu/weeping
Copyright Protected, ID 15-686-097-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
The fun we had,formulated individualism
We had lots of those
The focus we had,formulated maturity
We achieved it
What a unique class
The endless laughter
Lead to the enjoyment of the year
The naughtiness
Lead to the togetherness
A class to be remembered
Someone said
97%
Former addicts
Return to addiction
He never felt addiction's hand
Then supped with The Source of redemption
Instead
He sided with ''MORE''
More evil surpasses good
More hands toy with fire
More folks welcome slow death
Not so!
*
Yesterday Grandma
Would've been 95.
If she would've lived
She'd be the oldest alive.
The oldest alive
Out of the nine
Almost 95
And doing "fine."
She did not make
It to 97.
Instead she made
It to Heaven.
Up to Heaven
With her mother
Up to Heaven
With her brother
Form:
The Lord above is righteous in his love,
he shines his light on the good, and
through his gate- they will walk.
_________________________
April 14, 2016
Kimo
For the contest, Sun Shines On The Righteous
sponsor, Sere Roberts
Did not place in contest.
Thoughtfully wrapped and nicely presented
Sometimes even with ribbons and bows
This can be very pleasing on the eye
However, it’s the gift within that’s important
The packaging is superficial and often temporary
People are like presents
Value the inner gift of people
Value the inner You
his touch is ooh la la la
its true, la la la . . .
smooth the dancing
__________________________
September 3, 2019
Poetry/Senryu/senorita
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1178-097-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym
Inspiration - Senorita, Shawn Mendes and Camela Cabello
I am the winter, '97,
A snow storm rising,
Armageddon.
Yet, I am the autumn's call,
A gentle breeze,
The orange fall.
Still, my swirl of auburn leaves,
Turn carbon black,
Beneath the trees.
And though I crave the summer's kiss,
My dreams belong
To icy bliss.
I am the storm cloud in it's prime,
My heart and soul
Is wintertime.
97 years a life of entertaining
Blessed by family and friends
A memory you have become
97 years for a new song to sing
An angel you will become
No more pain No more sorrow
Tears all but dried away
For you are a truly free soul
Now love will carry us through
A guardian from above you shall be remembered as
We love you uncle Stuart.........
In 1997,
No one knew anything.
My parents didn’t know what to do with an inconsolable baby.
Until 2012, no one knew.
Until the diagnosis, no one knew.
The delays were “nothing serious,” they lied.
I would grow up in a new millennium.
Struggles unknown to anyone.
My parents were worried.
Since 1997.
A lot of kids have been born.
Since 1997.