Nothing straight, even sightly
Hangs now over me.
As twisty, Moonah-shaded
Which gouged path below.
So awaits, and breath-stilling
Hot-blown, face, writhing
For prospects, unseeable
What, sea-cool, must show!
bet. aireys inlet and anglesea
Stars in the night I see
Scenery so sightly
Some are twinkling brightly
Small ones showing lightly
Staring at them nightly
Structure holds some tightly
Softly they delight me
sightly
slightly
nightly
tightly
sightly she is, slightly thick of thighs
nightly, hugs herself tightly and cries
The psycho inside me will strike you when lively
the stupid inside you shines through brightly
you fully believe your actions wisely
never disguised or ghost but sightly
Believe the advantage
expert understanding
Deceive and be candid
ignorant standing
Don’t take in
no knowledge expanding
the stakes win
champagne downing
20’s lot try and play games
30’s lot a decade trained
20’s lot shall we explain
we’re grass you’re a grain
When we don’t care
you think we’re unaware
we see without stare
match you’re a flair
Lit up exposed
think no one knows
not just obvious
but fully glow
undersized psychology
sighted astrology
smiles and jolly
unworried to sorry
it’s an untraveled board
you’re yet to explore
of which we became bored
and will always no more
My Love for Dogs
Dogs cute and fluffy!
Of all shapes and sizes,
some look so puffy.
Some dogs' hair is scruffy.
Comb them, please and make
them sightly!
Grandma and I wrote this poem
together.
A familial treasure, beyond any
measure!
(Written by Panagiota and her
grandson, Eddie)
Short Bio~*
Eddie is studying Poetry and is
thirteen.
He loves a 'Midsummer's Night's
Dream' and was when only ten
when he saw it!
Performed outdoors at....
Lake Tahoe, California.
Love, Panagiota and Eddie
October 2, 2019
As we sail across the sea
A dense fog appears to me
With the wind sightly blowing
Your sail makes the mast stand tall
I see your beauty down below
My cabin will fill your soul
The arch of your sail as the wind blows
Creates this movement of my ship
Moving faster through the sea
While the waves move so gently
As the water splashes into your ship
It brings a great peace to me
Our ship will always sail on coarse
My compass will navigate straight
It always leads me to the bottom
Of your happiness in the fog
Hydrangeas bloom along the groomed path
at sightly times, and roses, pert and dark,
ring with wedding bells and shadowed veils.
The black hole, in the ground, where she fell in
— petals perpetually mixed with virgin soil.
6/15/2018
With quite some ups and downs, twists and turns,
so illusionarily the mundane affairs fare,
racking everything up so far into thin air.
Traceless the same is my beloved,
like a draught slipping through the door shoved,
only a wisp of fragrance, ethereally evocative, in dream of old lingering deep.
Meretriciousness submerges, merging my melancholiness into high wind,
without the slightest sightly serenity in retrospect seeming to seep.
So lonesome the small alcove, my innermost outpouring has only nihilism to find.
End of dream brings me no beginning of waking,
no fortuity for fancy fondness in the making.
Royal, royal roads of love far and near, just lurk out of my lap;
Neat, neat niches for couples a dime a dozen, just lack of mine.
Freezing up instantly both dismal floccules citywide flying
and full bosom of sentimentality seething out of my sap,
only wanders and wades constant contemplation in wooing want.
I'm sitting here alone,
watching the sun rise,
life of leisure is my favorite song,
it's also showing the shine-
Waiting inside of a long day,
scrollin' the folly-
like a lick on the Zooxxzzzy!
Face is of-the-cream,
obscene mean but hey I tasted the scene on a ween,
couldn't agree with you so politely as I danced the x's out of the sightly!
Rightly,
so roughly,
caustic matches brought the classes,
heightened and fastened-
flattening all plastic as I'm being a magnet.
Here at the gate,
Wait upon fate;
Joy fumbles late,
Seize the new slate.
Here for the flow,
Seize sightly show;
Prize feel you know,
Prompt fast and slow.
Here for this while,
Peace grooms fond style;
Finesse seeds smile,
Play poignant pile.
Sad story speaks,
Fine faceless freak;
Dazzle fond streak,
Prompt pleasure peaks.
Leon Enriquez
12 January 2018
Singapore
HASTILY HIDING WISELY WAITING
Flying fish are really gliding, gracefully so.
Frantically, from so many predatory piranhas.
Silkily, sliding into the most fearsome fray!
Hastily hiding, in very thick growing, sightly sedges.
Wisely waiting until the predators pass.
Satisfyingly safe, start to safely fly feeding.
Dusk darkening, welcoming much needed silent sleep.
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1st line- x syllables 13
2nd line- x+2 syllables 15
3rd line- x-1 syllables 12
4th line- (x+2)-1 syllables 14
5th line- x-2 syllables 11
6th line- (x+2)-2 syllables 13
7th line- x syllables 13
Which allows for infinite syllable sequences. An example, in the first line x=13:
My time has come to shamelessly sightly see
The seven seas sailed that have severed me
For my love has gone beyond the spheres
So I lay my night before the torrential tears
Pacified pillows condemned carelessly cry
Tainted windows that look thru amber sky
The Wishing Wells as dry as daunting dust
Broken hearts romantically remorse and rust
Winds that whisper her name come forth
So I may embrace her wandering warmth
For my love has gone beyond the spheres
Thus my soul is left yearning youthful years.
June.21.2017
CONTEST no 300 ,PREMIERE,any form,any theme max of 25 lines
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Bloated bubbly beauty
Sightly sensuous sexy
Dizzy dazzle dangling
Picture puzzle prompting
Loiter lofty laughter
Moments misty matter
Timeless touching treasures
Motive meeting measures
Structure succinct story
Senses spreading silly
Effort erring endless
Sightings speaking senseless
Awkward actions appoint
Jumpy jealous joy joints
Nonsense nesting nothing
Blossoms bringing blessings
Teasing touchy troubles
Ripples rooming rubbles
Poetry puzzles primal
Rushing rivers rival
Fuzzy feelings floating
Buzzy bumpy breathing
Leon Enriquez
03 May 2016
Singapore
The arms were bent to such degree
my elbows formed a pickle.
Where girls would laugh and carefully rub;
their actions all but fickle.
My knobby knees would catch their eye
alluring them with teeter.
My sex appeal was next to God.
Their motions now a beater.
My ankles seen as swollen out
would beckon for embrace.
When girls would reach to grab my frame.
Me blushing some disgrace.
My chin bone coming to a point
was shunning all but tempting.
The ladies wondering where it stops.
Not one of them exempting.
With knuckles bulging sightly bones
These beads of flesh made ripe.
A xylophone of sexy music
that women find their type.
My greatest feature boldly out.
A forehead bright to sight.
My headbone shining "Here I Am"
for which most women fight.
And finally not forgetting this-
My greatest gift to part.
I won't be sharing any of this,
for no bone is a heart.
Back to Vapors
A mild winter sun sets blazing orange.
Mist rising from the mirroring pond,
sightly blurring sharp-outlined
black skeletons of summer trees.
The stillness of gray vapors holds silence in thrall!
At pond's edge I ask my friend Jim,
the astronomer,if he seeks to understand:
With a gentle, encompassing sweep of arm,
Jim gathers the silence of the pond to his heart,
his hand resting there a moment:
Directly, then, with wan-wise, glance,
Jim says: " Yes, but ...here.....now, you know!"
Slightly smiling, then, he turns his gaze
back to vapors!
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