Short Graft Poems
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Of broken wishes,
like twisted, cracked twigs once green,
we speak in whispers
hoping to graft them to limbs
gently taped, repaired, to bloom.
What explains Trumpenstein’s command
That the U.S. borders expand?
His withered small shaft
Needs a bigger graft
Of mastodon parts from Greenland
grifters and grafters,
hang like bats in the rafters,
feasting on the moths—
they charm while skimming their schemes,
build loophole ladders of graft
Abandon your party
stand up for what’s right
The partisan madness
a liar’s delight
Honor the founders
revolt and derail
The graft and corruption
— both factions entail
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
I wish I was a brave flower
But I'm really very scared
They gonna pull my tooth out
My gum it will be teared.
Then I'll have a big hole-
Here I shake and cower
They gonna graft my mouth
I wish I was a flower.
Prize prompt plenty
Word words wealthy
See sensuous streams
Dance dreary dream
Craft clever cheer
Niche naughtier near
Be beyond blame
Graft gathers game
Leon Enriquez
24 October 2017
Singapore
In a fantasyland
of their own creation
politicians spawn
Spreading their eggs of division
and lies
among bottom feeding pawns
Propagating treason
corruption and graft
to freely flow downstream
Carrying our destiny
over the falls
— of shattered broken dreams
(The New Room: February, 2024)
This country's wealth is owed to loans
A debit the public now owns
We're told there’s no cost
But old lifestyles are lost
Over war and pork barrel bones
The public’s frail pockets they pick
Politicians and banksters trick
And prime the nation
With graft and inflation
Thus making the middle class sick
Bestowed bereavement, this condolence graft,
the memorabilia sequence, mine not draft
like some ongoing virtue, depth not classed,
forever love relinquish at the pass
the merriment not, but laughing, seal to last,
joy to eternal hoping, prithee to cast
my soul, not rent with sorrow
seams with bast . . .
You can’t make a deal
with a Judas
As tenured
they govern on high
Like the British
who sought our indenture
With graft and self-interest
they lie
You can’t play the game
any longer
When rules only favor
the few
Where freedom is held
as a hostage
And verity’s fairness
— askew
(The New Room: March, 2025)
Charming cheer
Beauty steers
Movement shows
Succinct flow
Gather thought
Affluence slots
Wisdom comes
Poignant sums
Become free
Simply be
Factual grounds
Ancient sounds
Simple truth
Profound proof
Glimpses graft
Sublime draft
Eager thrill
Ample fill
Leon Enriquez
31 August 2016
Singapore
the house was built without cement
the garden without soil to grow in
throw in the towel the family creed
and greed a concept out of reach.
survive or thrive
death counts no difference
claims them one by one
time marks the path of graft and hope
with no account of gain or loss
tossed into life a relative thing
and left to fight as they will.
Taste touch
Mind much
Spread such
Glimpse grounds
Strange sounds
Rich rounds
Chance caves
Words wave
Straight saves
Feel flow
Grand glow
Signs show
New noise
Vet voice
Proud poise
Touch things
Spur sling
Fate flings
Rude rides
Sad swipes
Wet wipes
Charm crafts
Dream draft
Graze graft
Leon Enriquez
04 July 2017
Singapore
This evil world we live in,
is a wild rat race,
a people of global sin,
an earthly disgrace,
Killing here, stealing there,
Bloodshed and thievery everywhere,
global hatred, beyond repair,
Governmental graft, so unfair,
The chance of peace,
not in the air,
The causes of disease,
burns like a flare,
Never to appease,
only make aware,
all of these....
a global scare.
Before the dawning of this world age
My Father spoke, exchanging premise I was in Him needle to tread
In the grace, His space
A line define energies graft through the tunnel in womb needle to tread
~
I come, I came through too needle to tread, I bled
Awaken fully physically dead yet I live eternal needle to tread
8/30/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Like a coconut shy
The pedestal an invitation
To find fault
Topple and pillory
Fame the modern obsession
Fifteen minutes in the sun
Now the goal
Not a deserved byproduct
Earned through hard graft
Or god-given talents
Just the limelight
For its own sake
The insane dogged pursuit
Of chasing the dragon
For its addictive temporary high
To find it bites you
And swallows you whole
Feel fond fit
Word wise wit
Think true thought
Prize prompt plot
Feed fine fest
Joy joins jest
Work words well
Taste taut tell
Love lines leap
Grand glimpse grips
Keep knife kind
Move mute mind
Sense sure space
Gain good grace
Meet mimes more
Spice sure store
Pique proud pain
Graft grand gain
Leon Enriquez
30 December 2019
Singapore
“Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.”
Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Waiting for the dentist’s assessment of my implant screw.
I watch Dogwood buds on dry branches rattle on the window pane.
Why did Shakespeare’s quote pop into my head right then?
while wondering if the bone graft grew,
‘every fair from fair sometime declines.’
Watch words wake
Sense soul stake
Mind mulls make
Glimpse grand grounds
Proof plots pound
Ripe reach rounds
Choice crafts clay
Set swift say
Prime pure play
Stroke soft sift
Loud laughs lift
Graft grooms gift
Nice niche near
Hope heeds here
Claim calm cheer
Death dooms dance
Cause creams chance
Pique prompt prance
Leon Enriquez
08 May 2019
Singapore
Bestowed bereavement, this condolence graft
the memorabilia sequence, mine not draft,
like some ongoing virtue, depth not classed
forever ~ love relinquished at the pass!
The merriment not, but laughing, seal to last
a joy eternal, hope prithee to cast ~
my soul, now rent with sorrow, seams relapse
is broken down to virtue's homeless past ~
and mortifies with perish ~ where once basted!
Apt art aids
Prompt plot paid
Etch etch earns
Late lob learns
Glimpse good grade
Trust tough trade
Craft clear core
Meet much more
Ply prompt praise
Rest rude raise
Make minds meet
Grace good greet
Treat taut taste
Weed wills waste
Sift soft stakes
Mad mind makes
Graft good gist
Lure lame list
Words work well
Time trains tell
Leon Enriquez
28 September 2019
Singapore
O let us meet again to make it right
Bridge me your love to cross
The river flows a torrent tonight
We must restore what time has lost.
O let me try again to know your ways
Graft me upon your soul as light
Forgotten fruits unpicked decays
And blind bats suckle them with delight.
O let us sit together and share a day
The golden hours fade from sight
Words cannot like sawllows ever play
O let us meet again to make it right.
A fawn was ousted into light
At Moira’s playful whim;
Its mother’s keening birthed delight
Too rapturous to limn.
If Circe were to steer your craft
To her Olympian shore,
Into your hair the wind she’d graft
Your favor to restore.
Into that fawn you’d then be turned
To quell her jealous lust,
Which never has so brightly burned
Nor risen quite so fast.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
Watch wise wit
Frame fond fit
Bit by bit
Feel fine face
True touch trace
Glimpse good grace
Sculpt scope sure
Prize peak pure
Choice crafts cure
Daze dreams dwell
Work words well
Touch that tells
Apt art ace
Tough times trace
Graft grand grace
Quit quaint quest
Reach ripe rest
Zeal zips zest
Craft creams choice
Pique prize poise
Vote vests voice
Leon Enriquez
27 December 2019
Singapore
You always placed one before two
And dwelled in that logic
Over battlefields of dying dreams
Forgoing the charge of atmosphere
To make ion and scion attach in seams
Of your weaving, scheming plunder.
I now place two before one
And use my two eyes to discern your graft
To steer clear of your attraction
That would sequence to three
And thus count "out" and prelude the fall
Of my battle-torn, tender heart of wonder.