Squanders Poems | Examples

Today, we're watching America fall, just as Rome fell

Today, we're watching America fall, just as Rome fell.
Democrats and Republicans have marched us straight into hell.

And just as Jesus, in predicting the End Times, did say ~
this will all happen before the current generation passes away.

As nations rise against nations, and America squanders its laurel wreath,
there will be much weeping and gnashing of teeth.

Crayon Box Dreams

When days of dreary tropes could feel no duller,
and gray heavens escape my pencil’s reach,
—oh misery!, it can’t be set to speech,—
my crayon box dreams of unbridled color!

When weeks waste precious hues for wanton squalor,
my paintings doning the pale death of bleach,
—or worse!—, if poetry can no more teach,—
my crayon box prays for fuller color!

Woe!Woe!Woe!—unto the whole damn affair! 
My chalks, my pastels, ground to bits and dusts,
scattered astray in wicked winter’s gusts—
and cruel life squanders these, without a care? 

How many months, how many years, until
the thrill once more spills forth from this dry quill?

The Wanderer

Endlessly the nomad wanders

Blindly to the life he squanders

Far searching for some hidden truth

So desperate clings by nail and tooth

Fatigued the many peaks to climb

Now near the edge but out of time

Pot of Poems

Dip the ladle into the soup,
Serve it up to the hungry group,
Eyes taking in every detail,
Looking down the trail,
Working out the story,
Shining in all its glory,
But sometimes hard to find,
Sometimes scrambling up the mind,
Beautiful flowing lines,
Rhymes show and shines,
Gliding across your mouth,
looking North, East, West and South,
As words fly away,
The warm feelings stay,
And your mind wanders,
Eventually it squanders,
And is lost from your memory,
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Drama of Trauma

on this wonderful earth
from our birth to the death
unfortunately,
we are travelling with worthless faith on the path,
we are moving quite crazy by being lazy,
omitting the truth,
that is hiding beneath our breath
changing wonders to squanders,
going and glowing without actual growing
with a sound war between the health and the wealth
struggling for happiness
searching the sign and rhyme of fullfillness to full illness,
congesting for the longest quest of life with many surprising twists,
turned the life mystical test with the absence of rest.

She Squanders Her Talents

All the attributes are there
And yet there is no imagination 
No idealism, no integrity, no search of truth

The limbs work, and the mind is above average
But wasted, for she is parked in front of a computer
Sixteen hours a day, while the fingers fly 

There is no poetry, 
There is no song, 
There is no enthusiasm or spark.

She was born with all the components of success
and yet, here she sits reliving the same day every day
helping no one, leading no one, not enjoying her wasted life.

Life

Life is all a blur,
the hopes, the dreams, the goals
wishes upon wishes whether real or imagined

illusions, intrusions, confusions 
love's conquered...love's lost
exhalations, miscalculations, adulations
"life is but a dream"...until it isn't 

fragments of thoughts start on lonely highways
tear stained shirts are worn on the edge of night
time capsules are buried at the end of the byways
whether decisions were wrong or right

in the blink of an eye
life rushes across the stage to hit its mark
and plays in every scene
squanders and excepts every emotion's outcry
etched in the face... until the curtain drops
and the lamplights turn dark and spent
leaving the sweat of time dripping upon the ground
left to vanish in recollected lament
of how quick it all was 


4/27/18
" life is but a dream" song row row row your boat

Ideal Moment

I-deal moment to think, 
M-editate, study, and ponder
E-ndorses every new dawn, 
E-arly hour of saying a prayer.

F-irst thing in the morning, 
L-et your mind contemplate; 
O-n the fourteenth of January, 
R-emember not anger and hate.
E-vade the time of noise, quiet minutes must be spent; 
S-ilence squanders not the perfect and ideal moment.

Charity

CHARITY

Oh! Charity
An entity to behold
I glare with compassion
My virtue of generosity.

Chaste is my goodwill.
Woe! be tide those squanders
Oh!  The tears of the orphans!
Why shy away from them?

Could you not wear the same shoe someday?
As people suffer, I am sickened
As the beggars beg,
Who am I to stop my tears?

As the children Starve
My heart aches.
Where is thy compassion you men of little faith? 
In totality

Comfort is what I bring
My naked kindness is what I offer
The flow of poverty I would obstruct 
My advantage you can take, 
Oh you disadvantaged one;

Nature would testify
I am your helping hand
Part of Gods light
Dry Your Tears

For I am CHARITY
And I am not FOR SALE.

Sacred

It is a feeling, it is a place; it is a thought, it is a masterful race

It's often been said, "you don't miss it 'til it's gone."
Many young and old travel this path and sadly, they are left feeling alone

Money can't buy it, a thieving man can't steal it; a sick man yearns for it, an unenlightened man squanders it

Simply irreplaceable on this earthly plane is this hallowed place
Voluminous beatitude of mind, body and spirit

You can't win it; you can't fake it
You can lose it, so it's prudent that you choose it

Supreme potency, vibrancy and expectancy hover greatly as the 'big wheel' turns
No masquerading, skating or eluding principle
Just standing upright on the power of this mighty throne

Always and Until

It lies chilling in his freezer, 
tucked away and in repose, 
each day it sees the daylight, 
like a soothsayer who knows 

his reckless need for distilled spirits, 
vodka is his danger zone, 
alcohol's his habit 
and he always drinks alone. 

Spending all his welfare dough 
on substitutes for nourishment, 
the cheapest brands, with shaking hands 
he squanders his entitlement. 

Simple, yet so complicated, 
joy and sorrow flow so fast, 
like water off a penguin's back, 
until the die be cast. 

It never was to take the edge off, 
gulp, the medicine goes down, 
empty bottle, he's not breathing, 
takes his final trip downtown.

Always and Until

It lies chilling in his freezer, 
tucked away and in repose, 
always ready with an answer, 
like a soothsayer who knows 

his reckless need for distilled spirits, 
vodka is his danger zone, 
alcohol's his habit 
and he always drinks alone. 

Spending all his welfare dough 
on substitutes for nourishment, 
the cheapest brands, with shaking hands 
he squanders his entitlement. 

Simple, yet so complicated, 
joy and sorrow flow so fast, 
like water off a penguin's back, 
until the die be cast. 

It never was to take the edge off, 
gulp, the medicine goes down, 
empty bottle, he's not breathing, 
takes his final trip downtown.

Crazy Profound 6

Slant squanders seer
Quaint quarrels *****
Needs nimble near


Nice names need norms
Feed flowing form
Pitch proper prompt


Sensuous storms sow
Grow gracious glow
Blooming buzz blows


Release rich roar
Surging storms soar
Bear bounty's boar


Peace plunders pace
Search stellar space
Telling tales trace


Blizzard blows blind
Sound signals sign
Feel fumbling finds


Fill floating feel
Search spacious seal
Mind missing meal


Joy juggles jam
Tease tramples tramp
Romp revamps ramp


Tour travels tempt
Deep distance dam
Seek spacious stamp


Leon Enriquez
06 Feb 2014
Singapore

Daytime Somnambulism

Daytime Somnambulism

How haunting the loss
When one squanders consciousness
Soul to surface
Dreams of dances unrealized

Oh how tempting
This somnambulistic space we possess
Where unlived experience resides
Intimidated by actuality
Hidden in shackled prisons of vagary
Fearful of breath-held reality

Sadly

Too many walk this realm of un-being
Where shadowed innocence lingers
But to offer ever so subtle lessons
Where self respect
Grants liberty of soul

How sublime exploratory stumbling
Where light and darkness
Ignore separation
Respecting one another's captivity

One foot ahead of the other
Becoming all that we are
Even as naysayers
Bellow "Beware!"

Step
Dive
Forget the risk
Be the dream's dreamer
Let pass the cautions

Lest we forget

Sleep walkers by day
Represent but craven journeys
Going needlessly nowhere

Animator

Turn me on animator
I have nowhere else to go with these suit-cases 
Will you play one for us tonight
If we promise to forget the plate glass?
Will you pick the noise from the silence? 

The further the wager squanders,
My smile leaps across the maritime prospect 
The mission trips along the ridges of my shoulders
My headlights are on, my reflector beam on low
Yesterday’s a question I haven’t posed yet
Tomorrow’s waiting on the best guess
Tonight I am whatever’s left
Piece of mind, pick of time
This statue won’t let off the reigns of my melancholia
Howbeit the masterful spinning plates of laughter lacerate my intention for breath
With words that I used to know...
Used to call my own
Used to be all I'd known

Turn me on an animator 
The chalk fills the lining of the outside
Move out, move loud, move clout on the ground
Don’t make a sound
Christen the forest with your
Jig-step into the next house;
Rabbit hole off the attic bunk
Take a holiday and bring us back some lunch

Masks on ladies and gentlemen, 
We’re walking on hands-free off the surface of the sun

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