Short Grills Poems

Meet the night on fires
On Gem's Resto Grills food farm
That delight diners....

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George Edward Foreman
was a man who had a plan
he was a great boxer who gave us thrills
and Big George managed to sell thousands of grills
...

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heat from earth rises
caressing my humid skin
dry spell gently grills
the fragrant jasmine blossoms
under electric halo
night awaits a balmy morn

By Tahera Mannan

14/07/2011...

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Warm sun enhances my garden like yard
Filing spaces between shadows and mushrooms
She feels like a slow-moving oven set on low
I lean into her grills, loving the well-deserved bake....

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Buzz grills
Keep still


Brave heart
Frames art


Sight seeks
Mind meek


Love looms
Flings blooms


Calm lease
Pure ease


Thoughts merge
Clear urge


Buzz best
Fond quest





Leon Enriquez
02 November 2016
Singapore...

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See if you can
Hear what goes round
As your mind scans
A glimpse you found.


Hear the stray feel
In shades and tints
As time now grills
A touch that hints.


Sense a fond sight
Where colours stream
With vivid light
In surreal dream.




Leon Enriquez
14 June 2015
Singapore...

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Can you feel
A hungry poem shout?
Note free will
As wild hunger hurls bout.


Can you know
What a hungry poem bills?
Now just show
As mad hunger gains will.


Can you see
What a hungry poem does?
Seed to be
As harsh hunger grills fuss.




Leon Enriquez
27 October 2018
Singapore...

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Dark is the night
In deep dark flight


Grim is the sway
In sad grim play


Harsh is the pain
In blunt harsh strain


Pain cuts the flesh
In mad pain dash


Surge of odd feel
In deep surge grills


Shades of dark thoughts
In mad shades plot




Leon Enriquez
24 July 2017
Singapore...

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I love to watch the ocean blue
The white and gray seagulls diving and dipping low
Schools of fish swimming in neat oriental rows.

Grills setting free the smells of wonderful food cooking
While guests on the beach stand on looking

beautiful sun rays catching ripples and making them gleam
this is the happiest ive ever felt, so it seems....

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We were in at the kill
When he took ill
We gave him every pill
But his body grew cold and still

Caught in a strange chill 
We put death through the mill
But in vain were all our grills
And all our prayer drills

Gone with all his learning and skills
Leaving behind no Will but only frills
With lots of unpaid bills
Death considers not our earthly thrills...

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The gaze of strangers grills me to perfection
and I stew in all my fat.
It burns; I roast; I char into numbness.
I float around the carcass 
as cooked sinew and boiling juices.
My being discarded with the offal
My skin is fried 
I punch my thighs
but my fists go through tender meat.
I lay here as a shell of what I could be
My thoughts beyond the galaxy
You'll never find me...

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As she felt the thrills,
Fanned out big nostrils,
Triumphant shout shrill...

No chef her son drills
But now meat he grills,
Fulfilled mum's song shrill!

Now,Daughter weaves frills
And as she does trills!

Son, Men took for dumb;
When he was born,numb;
Daughter worse than crumb
With the clumsiest thumb...

Rose shall climb a hill
To pay God's Praise Bill!...

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They’ve closed the schools, they’ve stopped the trains;
They’ve shuttered up the gym.
Evacuations are in place;
The outlook’s kind of grim.

The stores are mobbed, the traffic light,
The grills all brought inside.
The TV stations tell us
Readiness should be our guide.

With bottled water on the shelf
And AA’s up to date,
We gaze out windows, watch the wind
And warily, we wait....

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River never sleeps
by the city,
nightlights
highlight
the dance craze faze
of evening party-goers
upon blue waves;
swimmers
sailboats
descend during days.

Time speeds by
as children thrill
yelling
splashing
elation-filled
river walk’s, 
shopping sprees
raking in 
green dollar bills;
folks enjoying 
summer grills,
need tummy pills
by vacation’s end.
...

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THE MOOSE AT THE DOOR
      
In Fairbanks

Winter days are bitter
Nights are deadly frigid
Tires are square
Breath freezes into icy scarves
Auto grills spew plugs like old TVs
In Fairbanks
In the dead of winter

Alaska winter tears the green
Out of the trees

Brittle cold conquers the land
And moose
Deadly dangerous
Desperate to feed their young
Beg at the door
Like raging Buddhist monks with rice bowls...

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gaunt green gnawed
gullible groove gored
gutsy grills gulped
glitched gems gulled
graced gifts globbed
gripping glows' gourd

callous clouds cussed
cremating clips cupped
crumbling cruise clubbed

nosy nature nimble
nudging nectar's nipple
nasty nerd nestled

wanky wind wields
rhythm rustling riffs
    '20:04:13:16:38

Note: Of gaunt green. Inspired by a picture of nature I took earlier today....

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Every single day, when pain has its say,
All I can do is pray,
I feel down-and-out, wanting to shout,
God removes my doubts;

With no cure, it's hard to endure,
But, God's Word is sure,
This won't kill me, though it grills me,
He stills me;

Amidst this daily fight, God helps me write,
Which gives me delight,
My pain's an excuse to sit and muse,
A way out of my blues.

03/05/17  - 75 words 
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The rain dashed itself against the asphalt.
Angled, silver, shards, pummeled the pavement,
Pelted puddles in a staccato rhythm.
Rapidly expanding and contracting circles,
Cha cha-ed to the sound of castanets.

Drain grills gaped and filled gurgling.
Geysers erupted from the centrifugal spin of tires.
The din of tin-tapped metal brightened the air.
And with the lushness of life and rebirth;
A spring day dawned....

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Who does she know?
Nobody.

No friends.
No family.
No neighbours.

Not true.
People live next door
Behind grills
But are they there?

When you live in the world’s most expensive city
Your needs become a threat to those who have something
When you do not.

She sleeps through the day,
Not crying.
Never speaking.
Eyes blank.

At night she rises
In the cool
And pushes her trolley 
To collect cardboard and cans.
Alone....

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What I told Bill
My voice unchanging and shrill
Was about life in water necessitating gills
And the ones on fire, grills
The left spaces for man to fill…
And it should be mainly about his will
But not less intensely his zeal

The same I had disclosed to Jill
But it didn’t him at all thrill:
On some angered bottle spending a dollar bill
And glumly ascending a closely bill
From his valley-sited vacant mill
Always life depicting as The Still....

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On the stove, in the laundry, office,
Living room, spare bedroom and none
Of your bee's wax. Bear's bite.
Dogs bite fingers, finger licking good!
Grandma's cooking is! Grandpa grills
A mean steak and chicken, shishkbob
I marinate. Yum! Tuna, macoroni and
Cheese, salads, teas, coffees, sweet treats,
Turkey and ham, potatoes and stuffing,
Cranberry sauce, green beans, greens,
Glazed carrots and much more! At my door
Yellow tulips and red roses await your arrival. :-)...

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