The ever-cherishing...
View of the panoramic blue hills
The melodious tone of a Thrush
A glimpse of a distant horizon
The sight of clouds kissing the sky.
The Panache of...
Lovers weaving the dream web
The demanding depths of a mountain-pass
The luxuriant foliage
The sparkly stars in the pitch-black skies
The sharpest gaze at the infinite.
It is a desire...
To descend the hours of hardship
To sightsee a palmy garden
To feel the caressing north wind afar
To recreate the defunct fauna and flora
To sense the aroma of Bethlehem Lily.
Must care take ...
The emotions swinging in the sky canoe.
To mouth shut the gamut of harsh words
To augment the woe of parted love
To fill the voids with the right choice and
To put off rage, a forest fire in action!
Exquisite is...
The unheard song from the unknown
The illusion is craving for an Oasis.
The reality, time plunging into an hourglass
Afar, a new beginning undoes.
The sunrise, twilight and nightfall, the viewers!
Last Saturday we were in France;
To go abroad, we took a chance.
We got to sightsee, dine and dance
And stroll through charming streets.
We had some laughs and made some friends,
Which oft are travel’s dividends
As from real life, a trip transcends
With unexpected treats.
This Saturday I’m stuck at home
With Covid, not about to roam
But able, still, to write my poem,
With which this line completes.
Refreshing afternoon drive in the country to sightsee nature's bounty
Angelic in beauty
also in sound
flowing over tarnished rocks
carefree in the Lost world
known as the Upper Peninsula
tourist come from other states
just to explore, hike and sightsee
they're splendid beauty
I'll always love my bonny girl
So fair and lovely, beautiful
I'll always dream of her and I
And write her name up in the sky
With a little airplane, orange and white
That doesn't reach too great a height
But high enough so she can't see
The pilot there is none but me
It's me alright and how she'd know
Is because I'd never want to go
I'd write all day without a shout
'Til just before my gas ran out
And when once more the plane did land
I'd tie it down there at it's stand
And recall back upon the day
When I took her flying city way
The same small plane that day was flown
That now I fly just me alone
And think of her then when I do
And pretend she's sitting in there too
Next time though she'll sit next to me
I'll hold her hand and we'll sightsee
Instead of hearts drawn in the sky
Inside that plane two hearts will fly
As I Watched The Fiery Red Sun Slip Behind The Mountain
As I watched the fiery red sun slip behind the mountain
I tossed a silver dollar in the wishing well fountain
My dear wish was for the hand of my very passionate lover
And life together that such bountiful happiness covers
She that tells me, "my darling, my sleepy head, rise thee from bed"
Let us sightsee this world, and watch that huge falling ball of red
Me there pretending not to hear, but my lover knows my game
She laughingly dances right on over and yells out the same
And then she lays a very soft and a long passionate kiss
And that is the sweetest blessing that I did not want to miss
I reached out to snatch my lover into our large silk bed
Saying, "darling let just stay here and make sweeter love instead."
As I watched the fiery red sun slip behind the mountain.
I tossed a silver dollar in the wishing well fountain.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
9-07-2023
The things I should have done,
the things I’ve yet to do;
Moving slow and steady
is still moving forward;
Hyped and more than ready;
The things I should have done,
directions can be changed;
Hard swerve and course correct;
Follow your pounding heart,
never say it’s too late;
The things I should have done?
Learn flexibility;
A detour in the road
leads you somewhere unplanned;
Pause a moment, sightsee.
"Innovation is the key to success"
Renovation of fourth floor they left to me
I was besides myself with glee
Back room had a door that opened to nowhere
There was a staircase that dangled in air
I placed wall behind windows, they opened to nowhere
Outer wall had chairs and table resting in air
It is bizarre, my son my son opined
Everyone will laugh at us, he whined
In crazy ways, your mind does sway
Saying so, in anger he walked away
I named my house nowhere
Advertised it everywhere
To watch it, people did crowd
Now of me, my family is proud
It made me a millionaire
It's true, I am not a liar
If you don't believe, you can sightsee
But you must pay the entrance fee
The Lava Flows
The lava flows of Hawaii,
Fresh surrounds of a coral sea,
A fern forest midst rising mist,
Place where orchids and sweethearts tryst,
Tempestuous flames apogee.
Entertaining birds are carefree,
Verdant vales, mountain trails, sightsee,
Paradise echoes beauty's gist,
The lava flows.
People observe Queen's Jubilee,
As a Sun shines in Gemini,
Natural forces do persist,
Beauty endures as we exist,
Unmistakably we foresee,
The lava flows.
2020 February 15
*Honorable Mention*
STRAND no 680,any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand
Howmanysyllables;
13 lines x 8 syllables per + 2 lines x 4 syllables per = 112 syllables total
the shower head
sounds the start
a drop of water
drips down her
forehead to the
nose
stays
then leaps to her
lips not getting
licked dripping
to her chin
again
a wait
then because she
lowers her head
he simply slides
off
onto
but between the
rolling hills of
pastoral cleavage
but
not
stopping to sightsee
not even the odd
sink hole near
the middle of
the race
making
his way towards
some slight foliage
just a tuft but just
enough shade as not to
dehydrate
but wait
now a choice to be
made left or right or
stay but to stay is
giving up and
enough
enough
said before a flip
of a coin he joins
others going right
his thighs now
burning
disearning
if the right
choice was his
choice but mistake
is no returning in this
race
pacing
now passed
the knee and
feeling victory
just might be
one only knows not
sweating the simple
stuff having made it
thus far and just a bit
further
farther
then one would
think to be stopped
to sink but sunk just
a foot away not even
feet defeat finds him at
an ankle twist but contented
to sit
she is
so delicious
Feel fancy flow feed flavours free
Sweet secrets show succinct sightsee
Glimpse grandeur's glow graciously
Bear blooms bright blessing boom
Zooming zesty zeal zooms
Gifts grafts grand groom
Charm calm choice
Please poise
Voice
Leon Enriquez
27 February 2016
Singapore
Warm wind on my face; warm water surrounding me.
Off the coast - blue sky above - a ship sets out to sea.
Nothing I have ever done could be as nice as this.
Dance, swim with dolphins, sightsee, shop or laze in bliss!
Entertainment’s everywhere; excitement fills the air.
Rest; revive; rejoice! There’s something for everyone.
Food is limitless, and so are the ways to have fun.
Underneath the sun you can chase away your blues.
Land Ahoy! How I hate to leave my ocean cruise.
Written Jan. 7, 2015 (This was ABSOLUTELY the most wonderful vacation I ever had!! My first and only cruise, back in 2000)
JUST WANTED A GLIMPSE
Just wanted to get a glimpse of you
But I don’t know why you’re so far away
What have I done wrong, not to see you?
All I ask for is a dose of you, every day.
Just wanted to hear that hypnotizing voice,
Your voice that makes me feel in heaven.
What did I do to hear every noise?
Except yours, so smoky, and always on key.
Just wanted to see that bright face,
Cute smile, rosy cheeks, pretty eyes.
I’m trying to catch up with your pace,
To see those dark wavy hair in summer air.
It’s just like you and I playing rodeo,
Running swiftly up and down the hillside.
I’m the sheriff, but I guess it’s your luck,
You get away and far out of my sight.
Just wanted to sightsee that indescribable look,
My angel’s warm smile that melts me down.
You’re walking majestically in my storybook,
My prince charming strolling in my town.
Just wanted a last glimpse of you,
But now that I know how impossible it is,
I’ll just live in flashbacks of you.
Till I get one last glimpse of you…
sometime in winter
i must choose hibernation
wanna sleep the rest of my life away
i am stuck at this dead end to the point where choice is an inanimate object out of fashion
blue snowflakes fall
i must choose separation
wanna hide the rest of my life in the broken elevator of life
i am trapped in this bottomless pit of icky, sweat soaked sewage
somehow at the county line of spring solstice
i must choose reawakening
wanna refuel my jet engine wings and uselessly sightsee my life till death
i am forever connected to this shiftless symbolism usually avoided by both man and beast alike
Alliteration #2:
SURREAL
Sense sweet soul stirrings
Feel flavours fleeting
Realise rapture's rooms
Being blesses bloom
Claim cheer's charming choice
Promise piquant poise
Fleeting form figures
Lasting love lingers
Taste troubling tensions
Aim artful action
Plunder primal poise
Value vibrant voice
Silence splurges stains
Stillness sows sweet strains
Sightsee simple seer
Quiet query queues *****
Zooming zealous zest
Freedom feasting fest
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
12 March 2015
Singapore
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