Short Gloats Poems
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my imagination has wandered off to play
don’t know where she’s gone, doubt she’ll stay
my muse is excited to have her way
thinking she can be in charge today
This issue concerns mail-in-votes
It’s rigged says Dick Tator who gloats
Fair counting is in
Only if I win
And upon me everyone dotes
We see how this narcissist gloats
D.T. needs M.D.s who take notes
They say he is mad
And Trump's ballroom pad
Should be staffed by men in white coats
No one crows, no one gloats
no spin, no contrived quotes
Just a sober nation taking stock
of the world it just shocked
The contours are mine
The incense is thine
When the petals do float
This heart never gloats
Illumined and divine
This rapturous shine
Is sure
Merciful and benign--
(c)copyright-vijay nair
Here's something Joseph Stalin said
Whom we are all glad is decades dead
"It's not who votes that counts
~ It's who counts the votes"
That may have been true in the USSR
But not, of course, where free people are
with dusk approaching
the radiance of the day
melts in the rain
streetlights smear
the autumn colours
across the footpaths
doubling the display
of chromatic foliage
autumn gloats
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Slow start
Grooms grand art
Just delve
Know yourself
Faith sees
What will be
Hope floats
As fear gloats
Love comes
True joy sums
Dreams grow
As blooms show
Do good
In all moods
Truth shows
Yourself know
Why start?
Soul moves heart
Leon Enriquez
05 December 2018
Singapore
EFG
Emeralds
elfin emeralds
exude earthbound energy ~
essence escaping
Fiera
fiery fireworks fun
fire flowers fauna flora ~
festive fairground fetes
Gourmand
gourmet gastronome
grumbles gets greasy gravy ~
gleeful glutton gloats
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A heart that bleeds
at a friend's misfortune,
is a soul so pure.
a heart that gloats
at a friend's misfortune
is a soul so odious.
both good and evil are
conceived in the chambers of the soul.
the one you feed,
makes your soul a dwelling place.
when in doubt,
feed the one that walks with
kindness, love and peace.
Sir Billy Pig’s missing his oats
Miss Piggy Wig’s had hers, she gloats
But she’s looking so rough
Her bum’s full of crap stuff
Its output is brown and it floats!
I’m advised by a pal of mine
To “Never cast pearls before swine”
Or put lipstick on a pig
When it’s mouthing off big
Miss Piggy Wig’s an old bovine!
My imagination gloats in the sun
My muses come forth, I have more than one.
Trixie, their director, lands on her bun.
Other muses titter, thinking it is fun.
They do not know the routine of this almost Hun.
I try to warn them, but their laughing is not done.
When Trixie gets up I yell to them “BETTER RUN!”
They get it and scatter running out toward the sun.
Pain drains
Hurts strain
Wet rain
Pain gloats
Hurts float
Wet moat
Pain zooms
Hurts groom
Wet rooms
Pain rapes
Hurts cape
Wet drapes
Pain hurls
Hurts curl
Wet swirls
Pain grips
Hurts trip
Wet drips
Pain boils
Hurts spoil
Wet soil
Pain rides
Hurts stride
Wet side
Pain shows
Hurts flow
Wet blows
Leon Enriquez
15 January 2019
Singapore
they sandwich together in an oddly weird way
barely touching, as if a bit afraid of each other
sand has lost her solar rays from the day before
sea gloats a bit, bringing her a touch of discomfort
a symbiotic relationship, they tolerate each other
one giving way to feet and fingers in a gritty way
the other allowing humans to dive into her depths
sand and sea, partners, together, yet vastly apart
Rough rhymes
Trace time
Lift lines
Feel fine
Verse vines
Meet mine
Touch thrills
Warm will
Joy juice
Mild muse
Tale tells
Dream dwell
Jazz joins
Prize points
Free fall
Apt all
Moon meek
Sight seeks
Fun floats
Grief gloats
Keep kind
Move mind
Bloom bright
Sure sight
Odd oomph
Buzz boom
Leon Enriquez
07 November 2018
Singapore
Scent spills sift
White wine whiff
Sound sleep saves
Big blooms brave
Rest ripe roar
Sleek sounds soar
Set sure style
Mist moves miles
Race ripe rest
Feel fear fest
Crude crisp creed
Bright blood bleeds
Buzz breaks boom
Gripe gloats gloom
Note nerves nice
Sprint sour spice
Sense strange stuff
Blind boast bluffs
Leon Enriquez
14 January 2018
Singapore
Experiencing the dreaded silent scream again.
Doing my best to holler out my anxiety.
I may have a heart attack I think.
My heart is racing like it just lost the Triple Crown.
Fear has me incapacitated.
This nightmare is perpetually long.
I cannot handle much more of it.
I have a stern talk to my imagination upon awakening.
You are going to kill me for real! I warn her.
She smirks, gloats, and flits away, ignoring my requests.
Reminding me of my children.
Glacial hills rise elevating fervid sights
Mesmerizing desires adorned turquoise blue
Arousing cobalt passions in sapphire heights
Floating cotton balls on melting cyan hue.
Above your scenic view gloats the sunlit sky
Lifting eager vibes upon hearing my sigh
Urging the frozen glaciers to woo romance
Embracing zealous emotions held in trance.
October 18, 2018
Rhyme: abab ccdd. Eight lines, 11 syllables each
Placed 3rd:Mid March 2019 contest by Brian Strand