Short Impinge Poems

It rains own the fringe 
doon the barrel of a syringe 
bit doesnae impinge 
own a generation raised 
own intangible dreams 
Promises made an broken 
some real and others unspoken 
live's wir left Floatin 
own a truculent an barren 
landscape of limited means...

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FRAGMENTS 9


Feel thus the strange feelings
That impinge upon slippery slides
On slopes of sensorial rush
Moving here and there
But unknown in the flux and reflux
Of uncertain certainty
As even mere paradox outlives
Fragile mortality in-transit
As mortal death embraces dying

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Leon Enriquez
04 October 2019
Singapore...

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His boredom conquered discipline again;
a bridge thus built has no one else to blame.
A blazing dumpster fire bloomed from within,
like breathing, birth unnoticed when it came.
Audacious that a button made of cork
might detonate and on his soul impinge.
Believe not blood, instead apply the torque,
and so begins another drinking binge.


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Thought I’d try to use all the B words to describe one…...

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Though tenuous the winds impinge 
on late October's brittle fringe,
bereft of August's saffron glow
when brilliant sky did ardent flow
formidable in cyan tinge,

immutable will frost astringe
hot tangerine of summer singe;
no haven for the zeal to go.

Demurely comes first winter's twinge
as last of maple leaves unhinge.
Soon falcons after doves will go
'cross interludes of vestal snow,
while eaves sketch icicles' syringe.



10/23/17...

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