Short Killjoy Poems
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past curfew kids play
then they collectively groan...
"come inside!," mom yells.
Date written: 12/16/2021
A brand-new fur coat
The latest smart phone
Four cruises a year
An ocean-front home
She must have it all
Says money's no object
Yet at times he objects
To her kind of logic
in{-ane, -sipid, -gestible, -digestible, -satiable}
just kidding!
not !!
not, not.
who dere?
aw, go {expletive never inserted} myself.
{oh joy, almond joy, enjoy, killjoy}
go back to the start where i am
Form:
A black dog
Whining and whimpering
Sitting at the end of the bed
An omen
personification of misfortune
Forever the dark cloud
looming over
everything I’ve loved
Forever the killjoy
Can you feel?
Unease surge,
Killjoy spills,
Raw nerves urge.
Can you taste?
Unease cuts,
Anxious haste,
Raw pain guts.
Can you bear?
Unease stings,
Pain that tears,
Raw stern fling.
Can you mind?
Unease hurls,
Harsh sure bind,
Raw touch curls.
Leon Enriquez
29 September 2018
Singapore
By old walkway
Small people play
Frolic greets fun
Here on the run
Playground meets glee
Stomps wild and free
Feelings fling cheer
Time now sets dear
No time for fear
Or killjoy here
Round and round we
Shout out wildly
Feelings now voice
Moments of poise
Leon Enriquez
09 March 2017
Singapore
By old walkway
Small people play
Frolic greets fun
Here on the run
Playground meets glee
Stomps wild and free
Feelings fling cheer
Time now sets dear
No time for fear
Or killjoy here
Round and round we
Shout out wildly
Feelings now voice
Moments of poise
Leon Enriquez
09 March 2017
Singapore
K-illjoy won't spoil your pleasure,
E-arly June twenty-eighth;
I-t's the mirth deep inside
T-rying to stop the
H-ate.
S-poilsport won't ruin your fun,
U-sing not gate-crashing;
L-ove and harmony found
A-re what the day will bring.
P-arty pooper won't insist
A-nything that can destroy;
S-tart the celebration, you will find no killjoy.
Youth’s lofty dreams
are bolstered by
supporters: “You can
be, do, have
whatEVER you please!”
Soon, killjoy Reality
speaks up: “Look—
down here! Listen.
You can’t bring
numerous demanding
dreams to fruition.
Choose the best.
Pursue with energy,
gratefulness, and joy!”
Reality trumps encouragement.
March 30, 2019. entered in Line Gautier's Ribbon Poetry Contest
Hippy hyena hid hipster hippo’s hysteria.
Ignominious iguana ignored Iceland’s icky industries.
Jovial jelly jars joyfully jumped jubilantly into June.
Kind kangaroos killed Kansas’s killjoy kindnesses.
Loving lithe llamas languished, lacking lonely leaders.
Marvelous magnificent magicians masqueraded as maestros.
Needless nutcrackers helped hippy hyenas hide hippos’ hysteria.
Take me for a ride
Where they don’t deride
And I can be myself
Not a tiny, meek elf
Sharing in the joy
That we should all enjoy
Hiding from the shame
I thought was my name
It’s something I now embrace
As I win the rat race
Don’t tell me to be coy
No longer the killjoy
I’ll breathe deep the air
Look out, I now care
Stay away the blues
I’m wearing new shoes
I’m casting off the strife
And thriving in my new life