Short Waylaid Poems
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Soulmates MIA
life waylaid by confusion
we search a world of
topsy-turvy Escher halls
climbing flights of endless stairs
Remise desire,
waylaid,
joined abandoned dreams,
clutching at treacherous reflected visioning.
Betrayed,
the gleam removed,
ended!
Though Cupid was not on the scene
the dame had her very own scheme.
Her gent, she waylaid,
her breasts, she displayed
and cashed in on his Valentine dream.
you are my naughty Nightshade
my love for you; you waylaid
no need for melodrama
my lovely belladonna
just stop poisoning the plans that we made!
A language that tied me in knots was Chinese
Oh, and another tongue-twister was Japanese
But the toughest of them all was Vietnamese
~ Until I got waylaid by American knees
When winsome women wiggle while walking,
workman will whistle wolfishly, wailing words
wrought with washroom wit. Whilst waylaid wives wince,
wizened widows wink, waving wily.
(Alliteration)
Take two for the doctor’s perceptions,
About their prerogative to treat,
The poor and the waylaid,
By life’s fast lane.
The right to be a patient,
No matter who you are,
Is absolute, unquestioned,
You don’t need a star.
A lizard in a leotard,
a leopard in a froufrou,
strolled off together, arm in arm,
in search of Desmond Tutu.
They stopped to drop some laundry off
while walking through Ukraine;
got waylaid when they picked it up,
were never seen again.
The world is waiting
waiting and watching
watching and wincing
wincing and wounded
The world is weakening
weakening and wilting
wilting and waning
waning and withered
The world is whimpering
whimpering and weeping
weeping and waylaid
waylaid and whipsawed
I offered you the moon and stars,
you took the sun instead
Your darkness preyed, all love waylaid,
my dreams and wishes dead
Beyond all hope, with stolen light,
my fear you then unmasked
And pulled a curtain across my heart,
—the future now my past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
I feel like a rusty key
that cant open any door
You waylaid my cloudy kingdom
Your butter knife
cut through my land
Through a secret glade
between the hope and dust
I detest what I've become
I painted my dreams
and waited to see
This sloth what I've become
is driven by a hearse
amongst the heavy pinions
questions burn
pages turn
still some secrets
I must learn
behind, our past
don't look back
nothing there
but smoke and ash
still, the dreams
my mind screams
waylaid answers
I get it seems
in between
crisp, fresh sheets
love starts over
for you and me
one more time
it's all fine
still I wonder
if your heart's mine
algorithms
which art in zuckerberg
hollowed be the tamed
hide the kingdom come
oligarchs will us dumb
in our place as it is in cyberspace
deny us this data our waylaid brain
and foreclose all our expectations
as we confirm our programmers'
and lead us not into liberation
but deliver us for extraction
for yours is the sole right
and the power
totalitarian
forever
amen
Nothing on my mind that
I want to share poetically ...
People get ready.
This message is from my gut, not my mind.
I have shared my mind so many times.
My gut needs to be emptied;
So, I attempt to tell you what I mean.
My gut is churning out loud.
I scream, I Yell;
All my failures regurgitated
in an obscene, scene.
Waylaid by the delayed sun.
Always the bigger picture to be seen.
Words unsaid
Loss is laid
Gone too soon
Ere next noon
Dead on time
A lost chime
In life brief
Echoes grief
State too late
Empty plate
Loss feels deep
Final sleep
Sad looks bleak
Knees feel weak
Eyes droop low
Last light glows
Farewell then
Loss knows when
End game woes
Time to go
Pay cheque paid
Jobs waylaid
Leon Enriquez
27 October 2017
Singapore
Why is it you make so many demands
Always wanting me to do things your way?
I get so tired of hearing your commands
Just watching the myriad games you play,
I would like to think for just this one day
I could manage to speak words to the wise
And feel like I'm not wearing a disguise,
Can't you let me be who I know I am?--
Not being waylaid by your constant tries
To always make me follow your program.
written July 10, 2021
April rain comes hastily,
unexpectedly, like the fleeing rogues of
flaming, crackling farms, clattering on the
roofs of waylaid shelters on
the roads of banishment —
uncompromised,
singing light songs from a
heavy-storming sky band, grey and grieving.
Follow in the footsteps of April rain —
so light, so infrequent, and cautious,
though it rains down thin spikes of
frazzled water, young and ravenous,
for the initiation of roaming soils.
By the power of will, I'll be just a bit closer
to redemption---embracing
who I am, one precious jewel
shining along this moorland.
To triumph over an unfinished act
before being waylaid,
upon the path of losses
yet my faith endures
in the darkness, where crosses
mark the thorns dismissing
a light ahead of me as it
awaits my strength's finale--
I will reclaim my due and ignite
my power over me.
10.Nov.2015
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