We went to Date-on Ohio
164 miles away to
Do the gig.
Swank and Swiggle
Has successfully convented
Our manager to stopover
Linzzies Supper club
To hear the orchestra
Swede got drunk and
Wanted to mingle. He
Caught up wiff sum slink
she was tryna put him on
For the evening when
Gaffa started preaching
Bout us being wiff so many
women. Jealous, I mean jealous.
How he talking when he got
Twelve knuckleheads and
4 rx wives. I stayed in
The limo and watched the tele
Day up in linzzrys and come
Outside looking for cash to
Pay the suppa bill, me and the
Chafferier acted like we sleep.
I phoned it in, and then those
Fools come out wiff six woman.
And that hippocrite Gaffa wiff
Two of em!
Honey mambo sauce dripping off a his beard.
Talking n about it being Christmas all over the world. That why I wrote
"Christa's All over the World"
That's why!
Like the wind
stars love to travel
celestial
journeying
exotic vacationers
racking up mileage.
Occasionally
a brief stopover
induces
a star to
settle down in a new place
happy as a lark.
Floral fragrance
Echoes of laughter;
Psalm of morning
~~~~~~~~~
Sun strokes bright
A new day beckons;
Precious moment
~~~~~~~~~
Songbird surprise
Balcony choral;
Brief stopover
~~~~~~~~~
Joy styles
Spontaneous laughter;
Party of five
~~~~~~~~~
Another blank page
A new day prompts;
Miracles abide
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
15 September 2019
Singapore
R-ight then and there
O-ne ode is quietly created;
W-ithout delay it comes,
E-asing the faint-hearted.
N-ovember second morn, one verse is silently written;
A-llowing your eyes to see the lane in the blue heaven.
C-oal clouds up above
A-re becoming so white;
N-ew dawn has broken,
C-hill turns to warm light.
I-'ll send you an acrostic,
N-ever it knows stopover;
O-ne rhyme is delivered right then and there.
Was searching, searching for lucky clover,
when a loud bawdy fairy flew over;
and said, she was a Colleen,
said, to stop touching her green;
KEEP GOING- cause this is no stopover !
So, I left and went looking for some gold,
and for fun through her green clover I rolled;
stop that, fairy Colleen roared,
and some not so nice words poured;
GOSH- I said fairies are nasty and bold !
On I went humming a green jaunty song,
until another fairy came along;
and said, she was a Colleen,
and she was a fairy queen;
sent me searching in a direction- WRONG !
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Added after contest judged - February 19, 2019
Written, February 15, 2019
Poetry/Limerick/Luck of the Clover
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1115-244-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, March Poems, Easter Series
sponsor, Carolyn Devonshire
Second Place
Haiku journal
Poignant insights;
Experience sculpts
~~~~~~~~~
July moon
Speaks softly;
A lover's sigh
~~~~~~~~~
Voices cease
Sleep intrudes;
Metamorphosis
~~~~~~~~~
Ask for the way
Seek that strange road;
Dear nowhere man
~~~~~~~~~
Tiny grey parrot chick
Brief sojourn here;
Gone with the wind
~~~~~~~~~
Brief timeshare
Short stopover;
Teary grief
~~~~~~~~~
To come is to go
To go is to come;
Circle complete
~~~~~~~~~
Words fail
Echoes cease;
Love is
~~~~~~~~~
Old frangipani tree
Silence speaks;
Flowers for words
~~~~~~~~~
Zen sand garden
Poise beyond voice;
Silent ecstasy
~~~~~~~~~
Fragile bone china
Tea cup well used;
Hairline crack edge
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
02 July 2015
Singapore
Adieu
sadness_8_by_scarabuss
I have crossed that path
Where I walked with you
Happy in my journey
I have crossed the roads
Where your shadow stands
Reveling in my journey
I have crossed the corner
Where you stand alone
A stopover in my journey
I have bid adieu to my muse
As I close my space behind me
The journey remains
All etched in me
Like always, eternally.
Let’s take a trip to the moon
And built a tent in there
Let’s visit the sun
And offer him a drink to chill
Let’s stopover in the planets
And find new friends
Let’s provide the medals
For the running asteroids
Let’s hide the hole of the ozone
And build houses for the poor
Let’s take a bath
In the shower of rain
Let’s play guitar
In the strings of lightning
Let’s hear the songs
Of the composer storms
Clouds are not covering our dreams
So aim for the limitless space
Do not ever forget that
Nothing is impossible
Because we are the Tomorrow’s people
I wasted so much time
dragging this body shell around
and living for the expectation
it was due. You see, I realized
the truth too late in my allotmment
of material experience. It was
exploitation of naievete, I think.
I'm not the better for it, nor
may I be consoled that any chunk
of universe is wiser, or enhanced
by one brief flash--of I.
What then is left...
a dieing crush of bones and of regret?
What may I serve?
What vestiges remain of a
cosmic stopover that may not
have worked too well?
We may yet learn.
Those old, bedraggled marchers still
await a last parade...there is light there.
I have the shell; I have the moment
to reflect. I have the peace.
I have the everlasting now,
into which I pour this crumbling soul,
this shell that I did not create,
but knew. I let it stew.
And mine it is to watch,
to care for, to wonder at.
See, it is the wonder I am given--
diminished bones and all.
With the closing of my eyes,
it is there; the miracle is there.
Always, it is there.
~
(Dedication: For Zhou Junchen, Joseph
-- Our Chinese tour guide in Yunnan, who
took us on an amazing journey, with
kindness and great patience.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yield to memories in pictures we take;
Urge strange new cultures to shape experience;
Note quaint history as old puzzles make;
Notice thought nurture both real and transience.
Align fine vistas with place, sights and sounds;
Nimble a short while and relish the feel.
See tour agenda in places new found;
Touch-taste, sense and style deep longing that heals;
Opt to embrace each panoramic view;
Prime your own pleasure with insights that surge;
Open heart can reach soul pleasure that cues;
Voice sparks fond treasure as beauty primes urge.
Enjoy your fine stay in moments that come;
Reap beyond mere play fond feelings that sum.
Leon Enriquez
27 May 2014
Kunming, China transit;
Singapore homecoming
(Note: This is an Acrostic Sonnet.)
Evolution’s Speed Bump
by Odin Roark
From history did we come
Perpetuating evolvement
Did we not
Yes
We’ve learned our lesson well
Mixing and matching genes
To circumvent ourselves
Arriving at the worldly coliseum
We battle for blood and death
Salivating and fist pumping
We want…
We wish…
Seldom what we need
Yet we forge and sharpen
Our out of control desire
For everything of anything
Leaving DNA scratching its head
“We put up centuries of twist and shred
For this?”
Of course
Minds of a higher purpose
Will someday stopover
Check us out
And pity the evolved mash-up
We’ll greet our planetary visitors
With “Welcome aliens. We are your masters.”
And completely miss
Their dissing of such nonsense
As they leave their rest stop
And move on to another galaxy
A bit of great cuisine history
was made by Philadelphian Pat Oliveri.
Along with his brother Harry,
the steak sandwich was created in 1930.
They were the men to whom we all owe thanks.
Being hot dog vendors who ran out of franks,
Pat took some chipped steak from a butcher next door.
He created a new sandwich that would endure.
The years followed, and cheese was added later.
Other things like fried onions made their business greater.
Today, they offer steaks of great variety.
The business still operates in South Philly.
It is at Ninth and Wharton Streets for all to see.
They have catered to many a great celebrity.
A visit to Philadelphia is not complete
without a stopover at Pat’s Steaks to eat.
The slow, murky, drought-affected river
Snakes its way around meandering shores.
Its surface littered with leaves upriver
Like colorful scales on a constrictor.
Within its gut swim impervious prey
That nourishes it along its lengthy
Journey to the sea. All along the way
Its subtle currents swallow whole, debris
Left in the wake of Octobers fury.
Unmindful Canada geese fly over
The leafy surface honking their carefree
Calls while negotiating their stopover.
Standing high on the bank is I, witness
To this autumn picturesque loveliness.