Short Straddle Poems

We straddle saddles
the distant horizon of homes
Unabashed Broke back Mountains...

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To straddle the fence of
love and hatred

Is the living of confused contradiction

Hatred and fear,being our opposition..........

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Bird that glows amber 
Shines even in baddest weather 
Even if it's in still straddle 
It attracts the nosy feeble 
To have a bite of its apple 

June 13, 2023...

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There once was this babe from Seattle
who'd get wild when bands squared to battle.
Absorbed like a sponge,
she redefined grunge
with each rocker she chose to straddle....

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There was once an old cowpoke named Myers

   So bow-legged he looked like a pliers

      In order to straddle

         Himself in the saddle

            He needed block and tackle suppliers...

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My girlfriend climbs on one knee and en- 
jambs me; ecstasy.  Her elation 
is so, so delicious; 
so very capricious; 
poetic female domination.  


*Enjambement is French: straddle, bestride.  It's also a poetry term....

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with my much malice
foot came up with a callous
from walking in palace

kayak did straddle
when I did fall from my saddle
broke my plastic paddle

had become sedate 
after I did find my fate
empty was my plate....

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Two Lenses
As I straddle my oak here and now
down below me they’re having a cow
my mother turns white 
my father ignites
I survey every yard and say: ”WOW!”

Lament for my oak and much better days
The weather betrays the bend and the sway
Climb up with my saw
(it sticks in my craw)
To cut memories and moments away....

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Sometimes
Tears wait on the verge
Can surge
Prompt as oozing chimes


Sometimes
Joy brings a good touch
Odd rhymes
Straddle just as much


Sometimes
Regret and blame hurl
Lost mimes
Pause in frozen curl


Sometimes
Just the thought of you
Brings dew
Sad teardrops chime



Leon Enriquez
23 August 2018
Singapore...

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I've been to the well
Too often to tell
The sky from a spell
Of ice salted dunes
Of threadbare cocoons
If there's a contrast
From future to past
The light sees it last

I breathe the allure
Of spaces obscure
Of nights darkly pure
Who else can I be
If I am not me
To straddle the sea
And follow the moon's
Melancholy tunes

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Straddle the bike
For the ride of your life
Turn the key
Listen to the engine roar
Mind goes blank
Free of troubling thoughts
Heart beats faster
As your body rumbles
The wind blows against your face
Takes your very breath away
Girls stop and stare in awe
Secretly you smile inside
As you sit back...
And enjoy the ride...

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Where land meets sea
Waves wash tears.

Memories erode
Brine swirls forgotten.

The longing remains
And our grief unloads. 

Where Moon drives tide
Ebb hides need.

Flow spills thirst
Our wretched hearts cried.

Where night joins surf
We stand alone.

The break of drift
We straddle this shore.
	         
And light-years ‘tween stars
Shrink our stature....

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Emerging early morn light, sated with vitality

Encumbered after a hard day's battling mundanity, 

mentality over humanity morality 

They look for signs and trusts yet straddle shade reality

unfailing urbanity, humour, and formality 

Inanity pranks, part volcanity profanity 

 unmistakable, undeniable, brutality

insanity resulting sometimes in fatality


1/22/2016...

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Oh look, another sunrise; stranger seeps in his sighs,
and in the corner wall, paint stays chipped and sleep just sits and wines.
Fingers straddle temples worn; no more priest are in these halls; 
fingers praise no golden fawn, all their touch is wasted...scorn.
Sunlight peers to see gone eyes; are there questions in these ties?
Or void just eating to be filled, by a memory with no will....

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Although you've watched the world
and rode the word
You've never known your age
until at 60 it arrives

Decidedly single 
albeit with penfriends
you straddle the torments
70s music for recompense

Your garden overgrown
to save on gardeners fees
demeans what should be your glory
like a full set of hair
that you lack
but i carve my rune on the elm bough
in Croham woods that hold me...

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We can all think 
  differently

While instantaneously feeling 
  the same

We can politically straddle the
  great divide

While below loving the canyons
  and plains

We can put all prejudice and 
  opinion aside

When the outcome is cast
  zero-sum

And in those moments our greatness
  calls loudest and true

With the blood of a freedom
  —hard won

(Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2015)...

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Every crack you see endangers me…
as time fills it with dread
Shallow wails may swallow me
but straddle flailing pride
and abject design
Restore our hearts we must,
but you say it will pass

Timely words in sequence may yet
result in mine
Unchecked but still censored…
My reply has been battered
and strewn across a malignant wilderness  
Redacted belief intimately shadows
us,
But you say…
this too shall pass...

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COPLA TREINTA Y DOS : This Bad Guy World

Human existence’s redundant
Universe’s too vast and lost
Our Earth’s nought

Fat Cats steal the show with their stunt
Flex vain muscles on this thin crust
Fools give not thought

Power’s just a stuffed pyramid
Men of little worth sans vision
Straddle countries

Andromeda’s hurtling rabid
Wall of Back Holes tugging suction
Milky Way freeze

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014...

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The branches start a swaying dance
Like plastic hula dancers.
The sky turns charcoal gray and
Pretty soon we’ll have our answers.

For questioning if it will rain
When Nature’s giving notice
Is like thinking there’ll be wisdom from
The tweeting of the POTUS.*

Anticipation’s half the fun 
As briefly clouds will straddle
The sunshine and the darkened sky
Before the raindrops rattle.

*President of the United States...

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My brother is an osprey
with an eagle arrogance
And - although he adores a forest
I have the ‘sauce’ on him - he
abhors pine bathroom spray

His eyes are fire opals of mirth
His laughter - the dusk of an 
endless Summer heat
His legs - straddle the valley of death

I picture him in a strong canoe paddling through
a river of garden flowers 
 his spirit rising with swift wings-
 and the will to fall 

 Suzanne Delaney...

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5AM the haywire of light
you've framed the vista 
from your frosty window
Stacked sachets  of cos lettuces
ponder for an outcome growth
Whence the day of blossom

Salvation is always a cost
Once you rode the world
but now you're part of the pack
eager for their morsels

Talk is easy
like hanging fire
Blackened clichés parade
You straddle the foundations
for the fear of listening 
to your own sage
unfold in your mind!...

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What a mighty force is flood water
Coursing on its way to the sea
Forcing ones way backward impossibility
Carried away in the flow easiest to be

What about you and what about me
What will our course be this day
What course will attraction drawing be
Right, wrong, straddle the fence, play

Decisions, decisions what choice today
Help my eyes be focused on the prize
The prize of the higher calling stay
Stay focused don't ever become unwise...

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I gave you a box of giggling clowns
to make you laugh during the downs
I gave you a spray of golden fins
to swim far away from your jinn.

This cracked heart you'll never have
for it has turned into a pulsing hive
a bouquet of hornets at the ready
to sting away your whitewashed lies.

The windchimes are chilled and quiet now
gone are the stingers and giggling clouds
a pile of dust where there once lay fleece
I pray that you'll straddle a jagged peace.

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The only big struggle
Is for money bristle
Finishes like a bubble
When we see Sin puddle.
Is this so thing doddle?
Actually it is a circle
Vicious; none to fiddle
As it makes one nuzzle
In their cozy castle.
Earlier there was raffle;
Making us quite subtle
In all innate our struggle.
Money’s single ripple
Can conscience straddle
Into treachery subtle.
So dear when see boodle
Don’t forget to whistle;
And flee away with chuckle
From this vicious girdle....

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There are those who think with their head
From the time they’re born until dead.
For them, things always seem logical.
Sometimes profound, but never magical.
Then there are those who think with their heart,
And they live in a world quite apart.
They wear their hearts on their sleeves low
And end up like Venus de Milo.
Most people straddle the fence 
In order to ensure life makes sense.
They spend their precarious days
Avoiding heads and hearts from both ways.
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