Short Strong Arm Poems
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Bullying and trying
To strong arm people
Isn’t going to work
Most people believe in
Fighting back by
Fighting fire with fire
All locked down
People sit at home
Still nothing went wrong
Ate and to drank all in calm
No death nothing no harm
Behind all stands a strong arm!
Mitts on we're ready
to take on the world at large
school day winter memories
we threw them curve balls
one fast strong arm at a time
snow ball fights were so much fun
January 10, 2023
Whose lips descend
to mock the pursed recluse
Lives trembling mute hand
They who laugh refuse
the strong arm
of yesteryear.
His the pastoral symphony
the "peace that passeth"
Through the acid heart
Unseared, and rest
the troubled soul
free of fear.
We had a place like that...
out behind the wood shed!
Where it was all over but the doughnuts and shrieks!
Speaking of doughnuts...
the long arm of the law, or should I say strong arm,
has a post of submission too.
Yep they beat you until you confess in submission.
Cheer ejects fear
Fear beyond peer
Peer that must clear
Noise swallows choice
Choice in wise poise
Poise soul must voice
Charm holds strong arm
Arm dares to farm
Farm in sweet psalm
Share surreal cares
Cares that heap wares
Wares that spread fare
Leon Enriquez
06 October 2014
Singapore
Try to bully or inspire with fear
Has the opposite effect
Strong arm the truth
You will get what you fail to prove
Evolution in groups-
Decadence under tiny roofs
Flags pledge allegiance
To themselves
The real, phantasm, and never was
through a bold television empire
Heres hoping they (we) come from couches
To rebuild the throne
Rondelet: Bad Guy Dope*
See what I said
Head strong arm strong ham-strung bike dope
See what I said
Training ground's where villains are bred
Good guys strain up Sisyphus slope
Bad guys dope down Paris and mope
See what I said
*Please see poem posted on December 31, 2012, titled:
"This Bad Guy World (in all seriousness)"
(c) T. Wignesan, Paris, 2013
I want to know
I want to feel
I want to grow
I want to heal
Embrace me in your strong arm
Pick me up when I fall
Keep me safe from harm
Rescue me from it all
I want to comprehend
I want to do your will
I want to flex, to bend
To be your writing quill
Show me what I’m doing wrong
Teach me in your way
Be my thought, my voice, my song
Stand beside me through each day
Form:
A wife in each tent
My hearth a tenement
Fecund grove lofty sentiment
Cultivating each manicured accoutrement
Family tree planted in oasis of wine
Fertile sprouts a fruitful sign
Pristine shoots pure genetic thread to enshrine
Concubines to further seed family line
Pods proliferating in an ocean of brine
Hybrid progeny status will assign
Grafted branches of patriarchal vine
Strong arm, domesticated wings to align
Sinewy twine to encumber free-flowing bine
Ruffling the feathers
Of your expectations.
Rilke to the left.
The portrait of Alf
The back of my left ear.
What unconscionable theives,
These Time Czars,
Where we live with the scars,
As joy bounces on the crevices.
I see you in the dark in some cave.
Let me be your bombastic populist.
The Strong Arm of the Soul.
Play in the light of least resistance.
My garden grows in the garden of your heart.
My every breathe is your eternal existence.
Bite the doughnut.
Press for hugs.