Short Tinkers Poems
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A great cook is one who wears blinkers
With recipes one never tinkers
There are a few
Who dare and do
But results are usually stinkers
BRAHMS’ LULLABY*
A funeral dirge
Victrola dies mid-sentence
Edison tinkers
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
*Brahms’ Lullaby by Johannes Brahms
They still label us as gipsies and tinkers
but it is them with the blinkers
everyone is a migrant
and our culture is vibrant
let us not forget about Treblinka
23rd February 2021
Put This Puppy To Bed
Kim Jung-Un of North Korea's shame
Tinkers with missiles in his grim game
Whatsoever in his head
Can he just put it to bed
So that earth doesn't wake up aflame
9/15/17
9,9,7,7,9
A cozy winter morning at home with Mom,
She hums a familiar tune as she tinkers
Around the room preparing tea and toast
As she has for all the mornings of my life,
Outside the snowflakes fall blanketing the world in white~
For a moment I am home again
without the whirl
of a happy sound
too quiet the fan
the dim lighting
lacking air
sans morning sun
thoughts stifled
with buzzing
the sweat pouring
breezeless tease
dreams of
Winters cloak
the loudness
of the tinkers
like bells
9/5/2018
Seek subtle spheres
Stream sublime swing
Spread surplus spheres
Bright blossoms bright
Bridge booming brink
Blast bearing blight
Taste testing think
Thought thrilling thing
Touch tinkers think
Spread sexy sting
Bright bursting brink
Soft subtle sting
Leon Enriquez
12 February 2017
Singapore
Love is a sickness of the sweet kind
that undoes ratiocination,
that makes a kiss from a thing of flesh
into a thing of omnipotence,
that kills and gives breath concurrently,
that tinkers with the fine numbers of the heart
and makes it quick to fall...
but the world is shaky anyways.
So, if we must fall,
what beats in love?
The thinkers, vagabonds, creators, songwriters, dreamers
The tinkers, builders, inventors, musicians and schemers,
Running in their minds are ideas that jump outside each box.
They are wild and zany, rivaling the soul of a fox.
Rest of the world sits back in fear of their confidence and mirth.
They are the happiest, most joyful, enthusiastic people on earth.
When the walls clear,
there in breeze
is the realization
that it was indeed Jake,
still young in his way,
not understanding
that there is no mistake.
And Ford Perfect?
Well, She was no fake.
Either.
Never read the book,
So I made up
my own characters.
Is that so bad?
It really is all
in my head.
But I don't think
that it was me
who blinked.
Mighta winked,
though.
And I'm a thinker...
I can't help
that my mind tinkers,
with the Uni.verse.
It spoke first.
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