There’s a monster
under my bed
She said
Impossible to conster
Outside her head,
Its dialect was Fred!
Rabid poseur,
A kind word it pled
Love me instead
Of unicorns and teddy bears
That stuff and nonsense
Will desert you in the end
And only I will ever be your friend!
Every day my friend wants to talk on the phone
she’s eating food, she’s taking a walk, alone
I suggest social media to her, loud and clear
where boring stuff and nonsense can easily appear
I don’t believe in that, she tells me
She holds me hostage for an hour and three
Too many minutes, you will probably readily agree
Talk to you tomorrow, she says, her last words to me
...more stuff and nonsense...
Q: Why would it be a good thing if wood were used as money?
A: It grows on trees.
Q: Who was the star of last year's Christmas Drag Show?
A: Felice Navidude.
Q: Why was the adult film director upset when one of his actors couldn't get it up for the "money shot"?
A: It left him one prick shy of a load.
Q: What do you call it when radical moms and dads allow and/or encourage their children to be suicide bombers?
A: Bad parenting.
Q: What was one of the things King Solomon was most famous for?
A: Split decisions.
Q: Where were the toilet facilities located on Noah's ark?
A: On the poop deck.
Q: What does the Dental Fairy demand before she'll leave money under a kid's pillow?
A: The tooth, the whole tooth, and nothing but the tooth.
Q: What do a Giant Angora and an old analog TV have in common?
A: Rabbit ears.
Q: What did the press call the group of women boycotting a famous musical revue in New York?
A: The Radio City Blockettes.
Q: What is a support group for recovering poets and writers?
A: AA (Author's Anonymous).
a drop of honey
into a stream of tumult
forms not even a ripple:
temperature dial at zero.
just what is needed,
a calming voice of reason
amid the stuff and nonsense;
war is over, peace prevails.
This Year It’s all about me
I’ll use sleight of hand
Be all smoke and mirrors
Confess everything
Reveal nothing at all
I’ll be all misdirection
In the way the cards fall
Be honestly devious
Mischievous and raw
I resolve to be all stuff and nonsense
Don’t trust me one bit
I’ll aspire to be lascivious
And really be lovin’ it
I’m gonna’ gain as much weight as I can
Eat bacon for breakfast, lunch and dinner
Gonna’ gobble sugar (as much as I can stand)
Not gonna’ care anymore about gettin’ thinner
This year is gonna’ be all about me
I’ll not have many more I fear
And If nothin’ else…It’s gonna be
A very happy New Year
Brief interlude
A dreamy passage;
Familiar faces
~~~~~~~~~
An old friend calls
From crowded room;
Smiles bridge gap
~~~~~~~~~
Mall crowd mingle
Browse through exhibits;
Branded watches
~~~~~~~~~
Poster art works
Modern mixed media;
Stuff and nonsense
~~~~~~~~~
Little boy lost
Parents in panic;
Mall PA blast
~~~~~~~~~
Sudden downpour
Shelter seekers dash;
Motley bus-stop
~~~~~~~~~
Fancy flings funny
Clowns on sidewalk;
Downtown escapade
~~~~~~~~~
Coffee cafe queue
Caffeine fix here;
Brown liquid buffet
~~~~~~~~~
Poise of voice
Shrill staccato;
Fat lady moans
~~~~~~~~~
Swinging playground
People soaking in;
Respite from stress
~~~~~~~~~
Bougainvilleas bloom
Sultry weather heats;
Humid accolades
~~~~~~~~~
Joy wears fond smiles
Glee runs madly;
Children congregate
~~~~~~~~~
Parents chit-chat
The usual stuff;
Complaints crowding
~~~~~~~~~
Not much time
Not much space;
Not much anything!
~~~~~~~~~
My old car
Long-time friend;
Symbiotic times
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
07 June 2016
Singapore
Self-talking old man
Spends all day mumbling;
Best cryptic lines
Sun in my eyes briefly
Antiseptic tears;
Crystal clear sights
Prompt as usual
Bills in the mail;
Paid with gratitude
Make love your work
Then play becomes
Labour at life's altar
Columbarium thoughts
Death sleeps soundly;
No U-turns here
Brief monologue
Niche 211-1-88;
Visit dead parents
Love tolerates
Stuff and nonsense;
God is good
A friend suffers
Cancer treatment;
Poison cocktail drugs
Chemotherapy drip
Steady poison pump;
Balding afterglow
Life is hazardous:
Keep calm
And don't kill yourself
My niece eats and sleeps
Fine arts and great design;
Skinny as mini Coke Zero
Hamburger generation
Fussy one of a kind;
Fast everything and Facebook
Leon Enriquez
18 August 2014
Singapore
Feeling sad?
Well that's too bad,
But why mope around in a dark blue funk?
Don’t let life’s trouble
Burst your bubble.
Why waste your time on all that junk?
Now, life might have you in the pits,
But it's not time to call it quits.
Don't let those dark thoughts clutter up your mind.
Come on now, let's meditate
On things that cheer and elevate,
And leave the morose, gloomy things behind.
A great big laugh
On your behalf
Might drive the gloomy mist away.
And a toothy grin
Above your chin
Could brighten someone else’s day.
A chuckle might forestall
The family doctor’s call,
And, maybe, even shoo away the nurse.
Some stuff and nonsense matter
Could make the day go better,
And, I guarantee, it will not make it worse.
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