Short Patchy Poems
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a little patchy
this treasure worth more than gold
a keepsake for you
the exuberance is back
my heart is pounding again
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Trees bend as if doubled over in pain
beaten and battered by gales, wind and rain
a sky undecided all patchy and grey
I watch and wonder at nature's way.
coming and going
the sound of waves
at ocean's edge
thunderstorm
wind and rain
embracing
damp evening
through patchy clouds
a star now and then
morning rain
the moonflower
closing
the tortoise-shaped cloud
as tall as a skyscraper
and a half as wide
floats slowly across blue sky
with no hare-shaped cloud to race
patchy cloudy sky
with shapely stories to tell
hare-brained ideas
and the tortoise will always
slowly and steadily win
Messy stains
In refrain
Sad complain
Vivid spot
In harsh lot
Beyond thought
Rush around
Lost and found
Patchy grounds
Sleep comes late
By the gate
In sad state
Linger near
Loiter here
In odd spheres
Leon a Enriquez
17 October 2015
Singapore
signs of spring today
patchy green grass here and there-
robin finds a worm
March 15, 2019
~3rd Place~
Contest: Let The Pens Flow - Haiku
Sponsor: Jenish Somadas
Judged: 04/26/2020
~2nd Place~
Contest: Writing Challenge 2
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Judged: 03/17/2019
On my 60" HD TV.
I saw a ragged child with a sunburst smile.
Wearing a patchy blue dress.
More dirt than fabric on it.
For fun, she was rolling a bent bike tire.
With a thin stick down a dog-eared road.
Somehow, she kept the ancient tire rolling straight.
She kept the tire on the straight.
Wearing love’s unbalanced bow
elegance lost in a long distance
A scrambled discord in each era
Lost chapters leer, at every goal
Last of heart’s patchy piecemeal
Going a shorter way is tempting
Only, soul knows it cannot be so…
(1/25/2020: 91 Sea Ray Express 400; DMS: ‘We All Go’ in 2017)
it grows at midnight—
a patchy mayday
through dry-cleaned silk suits
of murmuring bones
whose eerie gossip
circles the armoire.
First light’s companion
Warm sheets and lovers embrace neglected
Tired boots slid on by tired feet
Patchy overalls with smudgy name tag
A quick kiss and out the door
Into the morning
Switch flipped, card punched
Onward and outward
25 years next week
Never missed a day
Reliable as the tools in the box
Solid
Weighed down by it’s skin
Pelt heavy, it sat.
Loneliness whittled it thin
T’was called the spotted cat
A mistake from long ago
Left it wounded and hurt
Now lives life on the lay low
Blood mixed with the dirt
Its fur was quite matted
Patchy it still was
Skills fallen out of habit
Closed eyes, tired paws.
Standing in front of a mirror
An unbiased jurist of me
Heavy wrinkles on the forehead
Typifying the crossed thresholds
Where did the soft textured hair go?
Turned brittle with the patchy beard
The skin lost glow and grew pallor
Represents the bygone decades
The eyes, still with vitality
Token of the contented life
Place: 3 rd
Words fail to match the beauty of the park
The magic stillness of the early autumn day
Leaves fall across your smile, completing your remark
Leaving me speechless in this colorful decay
The trees look tall in their patchy outfit
Lone robin sings somewhere in the height
So shall we go, before the dusk commits
Its usual crime, obscuring the daylight.
Words fail to match the beauty of the park
The magic stillness of the early autumn day
Leaves fall across your smile, completing your remark
Leaving me speechless in this colourful decay
The trees look tall in their patchy outfit
Lone robin sings somewhere in the height
So shall we go, before the dusk commits
Its usual crime, obscuring the daylight.
High mountains reaching upward
Trying to touch the fluffy clouds
Evergreen trees below these mountains
On the other side the same view
The lake is very calm and clear
Boaters rowing enjoying the view
An island is spotted-it is long
With evergreen trees growing
The ground is flat and patchy
No one dwells here
It is a breeding ground
For the birds to nest
Head throbbing
My health it is robbing
Throat is scratchy
Voice is patchy
Nose is running
This is so not cunning
My nose is red
Pain in my head
My body aches
Dang, the pain stakes
Things are spinning
I am never winning
So just let me sleep
For at least a week
I am in the sic zone
So leave me alone
While I get over this illness
And overcome my brain's stillness...
She has spotty skin
Whereas he has warts on his
He has freckles
She has boils
One's too oily
One's too dry
He is too pasty
Her's is too dark
She is too yellow
One's is patchy
The others too red
Yet for all of these many differences
There is one thing they all have in common
Is we are 1 and all
Universally unhappy in our own
Skin , within and without
The snow bites into another hour
and it is icy, unrelenting force
into our patchy green lawns,
our garden of bluebells and thyme,
paddling the holes on our street--
does late autumn know I have been watching
when her bite reflects a slew of careless whim?
and she tilts her head back to freeze the sun--
does she know that her coldness
breaks my polar eyes
into a hundred lenses of mist?
Notes in rough draft,
Words stage ideas;
Thoughts await craft,
Wordplay sparks clear.
Lines of crisp rhymes,
Words now patchy;
Feel in sure time,
Deep sense catchy.
Deep moments slot,
Plain feelings spore;
Fragments flood lot,
Glimpse something more.
Symbols now mint,
Tokens of feel;
Odd signs can hint,
Watch touch reveal.
Leon Enriquez
24 September 2017
Singapore
there is beauty in falling in love
like soft spring
the sun blazing in all its bright glory
but not too harshly
the clouds adrift - patchy enough to let the light seep through
the trees create a wonderful view
even the flowers bloom differently
and when the fall comes
the leaves leaving their branches
almost flowing through the wind
to end up on these pavements
there is also beauty in letting go
It's working in the laundry
It's working in the hall
But when I'm in the office
It doesn't work at all
It's terrific in the lounge
And good on the patio
But in my favourite chair
It just doesn't want to go
Sometimes it is sneaky
And it drops out quietly
So I annoyingly find
My data's used entirely
Sometimes it is patchy
But at others it is fine
My WiFi's temperamental
And I'm in the firing line!
Demon Cloth
My shadow wears
a translucent covering
his feet trend in brimstone sandals
the robe he wears engulfs my eternal soul and hides my spirit woes
His hair is like flames of silken fire
flowing liken smoke rising
My shadow is a demon
like a patchy cloth filled with lust
surrounds my body like my natural skin
he's ever present and he smells of physical death
11/30/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Late evening stupor
Seize a bitter flavour
Write my odd verse awake
Cite words for goodness sake
Sleepy eyes glimpse new lines
Loiter with teary brine
Espresso cuppa reach
Coffee ideas now teach
How can feeling fine grow
Feelings I ought to know?
Caffeine fix fronts fancy
Picky patchy squarely
Dream within a bad dream
Word for word flickers stream
Leon Enriquez
17 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
I lost a precious associate,
my dog Bumfuzzle,
no one left to teach me unconditional love,
and there is no one to bark.
I've known you since you,
were just a patchy little puppy,
I watched you grow into,
a good-looking bow-wow friend.
I'll always think of you,
I'll keep your memory alive,
the painful memories,
that has left an ache in my heart.
But now it’s over,
you're gone forever,
all I have is your picture in a frame,
on my wall as remembrance.
Truth meets fancy,
Spills awkward trace;
Sense thoughts messy,
Pique out of place.
Beauty speaks well,
Words cannot say;
It's hard to tell,
Thoughts merely sway.
Trying works brief,
Yet tells not much;
Know cause of grief,
Words miss true touch.
Verge on the groove,
Struggle now shows;
The target moves,
Patchy odd flow.
Words on fresh lease,
Correct yet wrong;
Decay quits ease,
Error flames strong.
Leon Enriquez
09 April 2017
Singapore