Short On The Dot Poems
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mabe standing on a cart
in a parking lot
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POP THE SKY
THE FOURTH OF
JULY
Waking up for school was hard enough,
still half asleep not ready for the bus,
breakfast on the dot,
snap, crackle and pop,
noisy Rice Krispy's helping us wake up.
12-5-16
she is going to be right on time
not a second early
if she gets here on the dot,
not a minute late or a minute early
I will think “just like her mother”.
I know this because I raised her mother.
My neighbor owned a rooster on his lot
That woke me at four each dawn on the dot
Recently, I haven't heard
Crowing from that boorish bird
l I pray he was tossed in a boiling pot
My coffee cup has butterflies and flowers thereon
Not masculine but welcome at the crack of dawn
At 6 o'clock on the dot
Me reaches for the pot
Slurp a joyous mouthful, even delay my tenth yawn
(For John John)
How can something so sweet be so hot , I put my finger on the dot
the dot that is your heart It pains me when we are apart
something so real that Ive come to feel an ache that i cant take
or is this fake , all in my head am i here or am i dead?
Maybe its just a dream. Is that why Im in bed ?
I've been working in the crematory,
All the livelong sob story,
Can’t you hear the gas jets breathing?
Play too close and you’ll get urned.
Plus we only queue up two-a-day,
So you could really mess us up,
too.
Till six o’clock when on the dot,
The valves are turned to plumb true,
The breathing stops,
Yabadabadoo.
Sign on the dot,
Play if you must;
Expose the plot,
Charm attracts trust;
Incite your heart,
Apply sure words;
Laugh as you start.
Voice will be heard;
Expound new sense,
Now and here speak;
Touch a bold tense,
Use will to peak;
Rise to the day,
Express fine say.
Leon Enriquez
18 October 2014
Singapore
I postulate ocelots
as proselytes for chocolate:
they’d get word out on the dot;
they’re easy to spot.
And I’d tell a parable
or something comparable,
with a nugget of caramel
to be retold a lot.
Earth brown exterior:
clearly superior;
heavenly interior,
delicious and gold.
Here comes Sir Lancelot,
riding his ocelot.
Yeah, sure, it costs a lot,
but aren’t you sold?
Walkies.
Cold nose upon my hand, searching brown eyes looking into my face. A huge
paw tapping on my knee.
You sit on my foot to get my attention, the huge paw keeps tapping on my knee.Your head rests on my lap.
Eyes pleading, nose pushing, paw prodding, its me, its time, its time, to go out.
Its like you have an alarm clock in your head, this dog who wants to go out on the dot.
Tick-tock and then chime;
Our life-clock beats
Our precious time out,
As it slowly depletes.
No-one can know when
Their own 'clock' will stop,
Will it end on a tick ...
Or will it end on a tock?
Each hour on the dot
Our clocks clearly chime,
To remind us all
Of our passing time.
Use your time wisely,
For ye know not when,
As engraved on the sun-dial;
On the church at St Wenn.
At five of the clock on the dot a female owl woke the late summer fog out of its slumber
as it hogged our house - 'chouette', 'chouette' - repeatedly after a short break, as it hunts
for food for its brood, or speaking to its mate with near perfect conditions with hot days and
light rain nights so unlike the too dry or the too wet days and nights of yester years:
our owl alarm clock waking to what would become a hot pleasant day.
I like my earrings dangling.
I like my coffee hot.
I like to be real early;
(It’s too late if on the dot.)
I like my bagel seeded.
I like a hoppy beer.
I like a restaurant casual
With dim-lit atmosphere.
I like my pencils sharpened.
I like the weather cold.
I like to browse the shops
Where lots of crafty things are sold.
I like when my surroundings
And my psyche do agree,
For when they don’t, you’ll see the side
I do not like of me.