Short Enquiry Poems
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All are fools upon the earth
Biblical tool enquiry worth
We'll wait, till death negates our birth
Unless in Christ, we're found I state.
Atheists say, of such is comment grate.!
©18-6-2023
I certainly don't mean to intrude.
I hadn't expected to catch you nude,
and I don't mean to make a fuss,
but I thought it was only us,
or, perhaps, I misconstrued -
if I might ask, who is this dude?
her name amaze me
her face didn't deceive me
raise my curiousity
the beauty shows naturally
shaking me head to toe
nothing to say
one enquiry in mind
may i know you more ?
night and day i see
big smile on your face
i wish i could draw it
it is lovely scenery
The Enquiry
Is over
They did not find
the missing and murdered
whatever
they were looking for
But every woman knows
Why
There are so many
missing and murdered
Aboriginal women
As every woman knows
Why
There will never be
an Enquiry
into the men
who murder women
June 5th, 2019
The Enquiry
Is over
They did not find
the missing and murdered
whatever
they were looking for
But every woman knows
Why
There are so many
missing and murdered
Aboriginal women
As every woman knows
Why
There will never be
an Enquiry
into the men
who murder women
June 5th, 2019
Exactly just how
Morally corrupt
And bent
Either a
Judge or a Policeman
Must be
If they are chosen or picked
To investigate into
Or lead an enquiry
In regards to judging corruption
Of their own
They surely must have more
Skeleton's in their closet
Than every cemetery
In the known world
Either that or they have
Dementia or Amnesia
yey to thee thou my dream
to come to be in such agony
when all once i had was
yey to thee thou my dream
to come to be in such poverty
when all once i had was
yey to thee thou my dream
to flee to see what else can be
when all but yee abide to me
yey to thee thou my dream
to come to be in such enquiry
when all but yee know more than me
yey to thee thou my dream
to hold to touch to hug by me
when all once i had was
you
Petal of limpid life veils the naked eye,
shadow and spoil refrains the question ideal;
asking not within,
without ---
dark night shines,
while day grins ---
The answer unowned,
unowned by us the source of impeccable enquiry;
seasoned for patient resolve ---
tempered and unafraid,
in fortitude stone,
alone,
yet the voices of many
(lead us home)
****Written in 2000, my very first sonnet****
Hope-losing Miss Lizzy,
Already looking dizzy,
Now knows it isn’t easy:
Bartending for The Like-Ant-Busy:
Customers quick to be queasy
Over served glasses visibly greasy.
Teeth-gnashing, baring Lizzy
Coldly painted “Damned Lazy”
Continues to wish at were easy
A fence between serviette and The Creasy
Tables distancing from The Sleazy…
Can’t a smoky bar turn breezy?
The upset enquiry of Upset Lizzy
Whose bar -woman’s breath has turned wheezy.
You need a Recording Diary
For grabbed answers to enquiry,
Diary for retrieving the truth
Hands in pocket for chatting with Ruth …
Heed not the size of your Diary,
It can long notes pack on Apiary:
Hives of bees now the idea of Ruth
Testing out some Managerial Truth
With a Diary business opens
Two hands in pocket nothing happens.
Always Diary for the asked question,
You can’t in mind keep all suggestions
Opinions won’t be favorable
Your bursting rebuff conceivable.