Short Gropes Poems

Larry and Harry spend nights at a bar

Neither have a job or even a car

     Drunken Larry burps freely

     Harry gropes touchy/feely

That these two are unmarried is bizarre





*Written May 24 for Catie's contest...

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The man lives in a fishbowl
  that's always patroled 
A high intensity microscope
  where in darkness he gropes

Every word always weighed
  by the left and the right
If Superman were President ~
  Nah, he'd rather take kryptonite...

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(aka "S uperior Trump University Diplomacy)

Donald Trump told the Pope he had hopes
Of teaching troubled priests handy gropes
But the Pope said his need
Was for priests blessed with greed
Perhaps Donny could show them the ropes?...

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Siphoned light gropes passengers
Hopeful for luminescent hearts,
Arching underneath bombazine drapes
Dusted with passionate legacies
Of original sin and the primogeniture son,
Wicked for nighttime plots savouring
Spicy love, exponential in a vivid darkness....

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Grief gropes
Poise pokes
Rude ropes
Stress strokes


Love lost
Night knots
Crude cost
Trips thought


Sad say
Prompts pace
Plush pay
Trims trace


Move mind
Face fear
Keep kind
Choose cheer


Prime pact
Stay strong
Apt act
Lifts long 




Leon Enriquez
29 December 2018
Singapore...

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A step ahead
A step behind
The motion foreign
The distance blind

To look then forward
While looking back
The moment flounders
The line goes slack

The past—the future
Regret and hope
A sun now darkened
Your shadow gropes

A step ahead
A step behind
That missing link
  —still yours to find

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2015)...

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Granny’s words like a blue bell ring true
How you get him is how you’ll loose him too

Playing with words phone sex as clarinet cool
When the reed becomes dull what will you do

When the instruments become familiar ground
Will pink passion be still fashion of solid ground

Are your high hopes and gropes like rope
Enough room to breathe enough room to choke...

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Just a little more this
Just a little less that
Is just a little or a lot
Is it just or just not

I just ask wah wah
And just want blah blah
Just need that ta da
And just give me ooh la la

Just make it stay
Just take it away
Just make it stop
Just come out on top

Just is not equal or kind
Justice gropes with the blind
And I just wish upon a star
That I’m not adjusted too far...

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On the hood of my car
Shadows tip toe in secret 
As the captive audience
Sultry sweat beads
Choke a slender neck
And passion gropes
At anticipation 
The dent of the hood
Snickers at it's birth
Hot skin slides along 
The silver paint that
Glistens with wetness
Darkness curtains your
Face but desire lights
Your eyes and burns
An image in my head
That has me spellbound
On the hood of my car...

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Red is rising misty veil from the cliffs,
red is sun unfolding –
looking through the gale,
radiant look withholding.
 
Land of spires, flowery valleys,
reddish rising beams.
Longwise piney alleys,
rushed are streams.
 
Pearled blossoms leaves,
life that gropes with sun meant,
to burst its sheaths,
flourish meadows’ scent.
 
Rocks with flowers girt,
sun-flooded scree,
birds in chirp
and their singing glee....

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Oh, dark whispers in my ear
     Alarming words, brushed with fear
Directions for a gloomy turn
     For clouded thought, for hope to burn

I hear dark whispers jeer and taunt
     As judgment gropes in feeble haunt
A recipe for consequence
     Of shadowed troubled dominance

I must dispel these grains of doubt
     And silence them in verbal drought
To seek the light of certain tide
     No more dark whispers to deride...

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There is a stain
unscathed by time
where elders' hands
were left behind
with scars of gropes
and breach of trust
upon dear Innocence
guilt was thrust

The pattern was set
The victim was made

But wisdom grew
with love and age
New Innocence
climbed arduously out
from underneath the shade
by reclaiming the self
the essence he stole
the nightmares she finally stayed
long at last
to awaken whole
Innocence smiled
warmed by the light of this day....

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He pulls himself to the frame,
And lets his instincts take control.
He then takes a few steps back,
And attacks the canvas from his soul.

He blends the colors smoothly,
With his fingers and the brush.
He’s unhurried as he paints;
He never gets in a rush.

He adjusts the frame gently,
And from his heart, he gropes.
He lets his genius take over with,
A collaboration of brushstrokes.







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For Abe Lopez an Artist, Poet, and Friend....

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