Short Leeching Poems

Rogue, conniving, greedy leeching tick
Smells of money's fresh ink, makes me sick
Tailored suits, polished shoes
Bet you have green stool ooze!
Money makes green blood, sweat, tears and tricks!


For the lawyer limerick by Carolyn D....

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this drains me 
falling away 
leeching from the source 
they can't wait to rend your soul 
to kill your chances 
one more time 
but you couldn't read it in the papers 
hear it on the radio 
let me explain 
or maybe not 
just throw yourself 
at my face 

r.thom'10...

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there once was a time
when i had value---
a worthy member
of society---
a respected entity;
but that was
when i was a young twig…
today i am seen as a dying
aged tree---a burden
stifling society---
a worthless stock,
leeching  a monthly
survival stipend
intoxicant (SSI):
tomorrow I will try to pawn 
my “forty years of service”
watch....

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On both sides of drunk,
on both sides of sober,
both sides of the truth
and both sides a lie 
lie the two of us.

You own the license to my pain,
I hold the leasehold to your wounds,
we hunger for the ritual       
embedded in our souls,
fractures that won't heal.

We can't breathe but what 
we're bleeding, 
leeching out the worst 
of how we feel....

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On both sides of drunk
and on both sides of sober,
both sides of the truth
and both sides a lie 
lie the two of us.

You own the license to my pain,
I hold the leasehold to your wounds,
we hunger for the ritual       
embedded in our souls,
bruises that won't heal.

We can't breathe but what 
we're bleeding, 
leeching out the worst 
of how we feel....

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On both sides of drunk
and on both sides of sober,
both sides of the truth
and both sides a lie 
lie the two of us.

You own the license to my pain,
I hold the leasehold to your wounds,
we hunger for the ritual       
embedded in our souls,
bruises that won't heal.

We can't breathe but what 
we're bleeding, 
leeching out the worst 
of how we feel....

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On both sides of drunk
and on both sides of sober,
both sides of the truth
and both sides a lie 
lie the two of us.

You own the license to my pain,
I hold the leasehold to your wounds,
we hunger for the ritual       
embedded in our souls,
contusions that won't heal.

We can't breathe 
but what we're bleeding, 
leeching out the worst 
of how we feel....

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How do I compare to thee
Your intransience knows no bounds
Id gesticulate more often than not
Your red pattern dress
Your Yes is a No
You're darndest to know
You're like a Newfoundland 
leeching unreson
Your everyones bosom except mine
You turn me into wilderness
I do not know my heart ?
I am left speechless
On the morning of your coming
you leave me dumb confounded...

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DEATH SUMS #2


Feel fatigue spread in heavy sighs,
Feeble as dread falters and cries.


Feel leeching pulse that pokes and chokes,
Loss of impulse in final stroke.


Plunge into void dark angel styles,
What life avoids now end game files.


Strangle sans choice in dying lot,
Frozen the voice bereft of thought.

~~~~~~~~~




Leon Enriquez
30 January 2016
Singapore...

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Living in the moment
Intertwined with caution
Fondling with death
Endless absent-minded absorption

Innocent and naïve
Silent but deadly

Arrogant misconception

Phenomenal credibility
Reality sets harsh
Immediate results
Various humans scrambling
Incompetent lives ran up
Leeching to get upstairs
Entitled to nothing worthwhile
God hawks their sorrow
Eventually guiding them back down...

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Sad story stains
Spread sensuous strain


Nude naughty name
Burdens brisk blame


Such squeaky sounds
Proud pleasure pounds


Glimpse grumpy gain
Pride plunders pain


Leeching last light
Niche nasty night


Rich rapture ripe
Proud pleasures pipe


Such sad surprise
Pain pickles prize


Huge hate hustles
Big blaze bustles


End echoes etch
Sticky smudge sketch




Leon Enriquez
09 September 2017
Singapore...

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It’s a searing, wordless pain to be unsure of my own identity 
Lost in the day to day, shackled by the ins and outs of my stoic life
Mirrors look back at me, a hazily dreampt structure of a face without a name
Leeching naivety distorts common sense, never revealing a world of cloaked wicked intentions
I study myself until my eyes crack, in search of a semblance of recognition 
Though it seems I am just and idea crafted by a bleeding heart

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Casualty of Loss

Drifting in murky waters
shadows lengthening
with sorrow’s darkness blight.
Cobwebbed remembrances
take flight, taking with it 
prism’s life-light

Shades of gloom
mist yonder shores
obscuring vision, while
leeching into the life source
stagnating the living waters.

Cruel fate laps brutally
against the sands of time
while memories smother
and are swept away
on death borne
callus waves

Lifeboat sinking 
with life’s bleedings
along shadowed shores....

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I am the evil poet
Evil spells conjured 
Nine love potions
Potent incantations 
Written on scrolls
Bleeding ceaselessly
To bleed is to live
To write is to breathe
With every breath taken
More evil awakened 
Devils on the shoulders 
Cant be shaken
No mistaking for Christmas 
Ghosts the leeching hosts
Life force sucked
Not able to duck 
Can’t escape the chase
The noxious race
Ballet of death
“No rest for the wicked”
A snake laying in a
Thicket of lies...

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