Short Foils Poems

cotton hills rise up
to clasp the colorful sky ---
melt into failure 

freezing soon again
flickers into silver foils ---
fluorescent earth

27 December 2022...

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Watch what happens
As you sit still
And time lengthens
To flex your will
And thoughts feel slow
On drowsy face
As a blur glow
Foils words that pace.


Leon Enriquez
18 June 2014
Singapore...

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Foils and perils
Horrifying and terrible
Well documented after the fact
Misunderstood totally at the time

Fouls and perils
Shoved to the back of your mind
To be brought out and made fun 
During family gatherings...

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I look upon this weary ground
as my bare foot touches the holy soil
why is this? We no longer bound
we love ourselves… and we became foils
some fight for money, some fight for glory
but I will always fight for memento mori

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6th place in the contest, A Nature Verse  by John Freeman...

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Once a cute little bedraggled stray
who wore a tuxedo colored gray
charmed his way into our home to stay.

Regal, royal ruler of the floor
howling, yowling, mewling, “Feed me more!”
Escape artist foils guard at the door.

Now the dish is gone, the house is still,
no pattering paws, no purring trill.
Bones laid to rest on top of a hill....

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The stubby brown pencil
Will it make some marks?
On the white blank sheet spread
Where thoughts can be stored
To ponder over backwards
Amid avalanches of motives
Often habitually sliding
In moods of darker futility.

Finding solace in crumpled sheets
In foils of curtain hung around
The window that helps to preview
Some dimensions beyond the
Stagnant waters of the constants....

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Ah yes…..the R U L E S
those everpresent
everchanging R U L E S
those evertightening
straightjackets
of F O O L S
as folly’s foils
these lovers
oh so C R U E L
must meet at dawn
in wordless D U E L
ten paces
no deviations
it’s an ancient F OR M
entrenched
insanity as  N O R M
one shot
two F O O L S
discussion settled
oh….. those R U L E S


John G. Lawless
©7/14/2019...

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Cream clever cites
Blunder blames bite


Speak succinct sounds
Prime profound pound


Drill deeper dance
Charm crafty chance


Live laughing laze
Meet mindless maze


Drill distant doom
Glance grouchy gloom


Pay plenty praise
Rich rapture raise


Niche nimble near
Fun foils fear


Be blessing bright
Seek soaring sights




Leon Enriquez 
06 November 2016
Singapore...

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By Mark Raymond Miller © 1/04/2018

Brace into frail wisp sleep
To own fear's blind belief

Undertow foils sunrise break
Through misty green storms

Born of censor fatal shade
Smother sands coil space

Hidden present ready fogs 
Distant past regression

Under sun drenched sky appears 
Matters born unspoken

Covered infants alloy thrown 
Under trapped ice overture

Sounds solvent stricture screams 
From children lost at sea...

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A Montague. A Capulet.
‘Twas at a masquerade they met.
Two strangers caught each other's eyes
as strains of love began to rise.

Upon a courtyard balcony,
amidst the angst of family,
‘twas there the pair professed love's need -
though Kismet's kiss would intercede.

Alas, the banes of passion bleed -
resolving gest through tragedy.
The foils of fate singed hot as coals
yet death would reunite their souls.

Two hearts in heaven overflow -
One Juliet. One Romeo....

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My coat streaked in shades of brown
My home borrowed in the ground 

Cheeks full with summers plunder
Winter is coming will there be enough I wonder

Nuts and seed are enough to please 
For these I gather with expertise

Shucking and shelling to reveal my foils
Carefully tucking them away so not a one spoils

They say I'm a mammal small in size
I say please don't chastise

For that little debility
I  make for with speed and agility

For I am Chipmunk
Not some little punk...

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Yes I recall so many things:
The crash and fall of broken swings,
Such bitter gall that pain did bring,
Both big and small unhappy flings.


Yes I can feel the groans of pain:
A wounded will of broken grains,
Such shattered spills as loss marked plain,
Yet glimpsed goodwill in loss and gain.


Yes memory collects odd spoils:
A poignant tree where senses oil,
Seize harmony as passion foils,
Live what may be love’s human soil.




Leon Enriquez
20 December 2017
Singapore...

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