Short Rigs Poems

Gulf of Drilling Rigs
Scared oily birds try to fly
Jet contrail in sky...

Read More

Engine roars wrathy
It digs deeply with high rigs
A deer seers in it

Human primates him
A crowd excavator does
Huge power of pit

Water flows in mad
Forest is gotten rid of
No home for biomass...

Read More

fall's sunlight sparkles
diamonds' reflections glitter..
big rigs conveyers  

On the interstate where
the angle of the sun was 
reflecting off all the cars, 
trucks, and buses.....

Read More

Forging through
 Destiny will befall a crimson head
 Wrapped in silver tongue
 
 
 
Slanted, the gift jury rigs
 A court appointment dusting
 Off today's wig
 
 
 
A jester posed as unsketched
 Captures an ear briefly
 Searching the discount rack...

Read More

Be brief
With grief


Do style
Warm smiles


Dear fool
Act cool


Dream big
Joy rigs


Dare book
Fine hook


Look far
On par


Sense more
Deep core


Seize cheer
Right here


Love blooms
Zest zooms


Be still
Now feel


Seek voice
Prompt poise


All-in
You win




Leon Enriquez
26 June 2017
Singapore...

Read More

Across the street, on scaffold rigs,
Construction workers hover
And if they’d glance my way, this is
What they just might discover:

A bedroom filled with books and pictures
All in frames of black,
A quilted bed and clutter
I’ve been meaning to attack.

And then, of course, upon a chair,
The other sight they’d see,
With pad and pencil, jotting words,
A rhyming poet – me!...

Read More

Finding myself,to whom I am,or whom I'll be.
Rain drop on a maple leaf,life on a butterfly patiently.
Thousands of pounds tumbling down ,and many times, that I dream.
Of heavens bounds,that I see clearly,or the sun that sets over the streams.
Mountains as tall as oil rigs,or maybe the birds that fly over the skys.
Though not always aware of my surroundings,Is still misunderstood why...

Read More

BROTHER JACK

Just and passionate 
A true outdoorsman year around
Cannot change his iron will—it’s like a force of nature
Kinsmen treasure his stalwart company and joy of cooking

Big man with grace in strength
Roars the engine when he waits too long
Only reads in the dead of night
Takes kids out to ski without a grumble
Holds a glass each day to toast the dusk
Escapes the winter to fish the Gulf Coast
Rigs up shelters for wandering bluebirds...

Read More

Down in the dumps
Ducks drop in dams
Design the due in daily dots
Documentary life dreamt as a slept dog.

Do or die
Doesn't go down
Deplete or defunct
Dim fights betrayal in doo-wop
Dancing daily in dams
Daily bread, daily living.

Right as rain
Remembering the rainfall drops
Real green relaxes under the rules
The rule of evidenced remedies
The ribs remember the rigs
Ro-setta stone coins
Real life repeats.
	13, April. 2018...

Read More

Has anyone seen my ding a ling? 
You wouldn’t dare ask “what is it”.
I will just say it’s the cutest thing.

It must be a cousin of my widget,
about which my wife often digs.
It hasn’t a name, only a digit.

I also have some thing-a-ma-jigs
that attach to fishing lures, you know.
My heart sings making world famous rigs.

While pointing my do hickey just so
I turn on my color gizmo, git go.

© May 21 2010 For Catie’s “Beautiful Form” contest...

Read More

MORNING

                   The sun is bathing sea is scathing blazing tips of volcanoes
                 Gods are traipsing moon is fading on the rigs of cloud canoes
                    Mother nature in her stature gliding birds are praying sun
                      Poet is busy pen is easy poems are coming one by one





                                            Sponsor	Isaiah Zerbst
                                  Contest Name	Interlocking Rhyme...

Read More