Often
the rain has something to say to me,
but this rainy day
it is hyperactively neurotic.
Each of my shoes are waterlogged
by a squelching sky-fall.
Then again there is the soggy dribble
when the flood falters
and it plugs the dripping air
only to burst out in hysterical torrents.
It is not mute,
it mutters and sprays wet words;
a babble of bellicose blather.
I am drenched in my own sweat,
as weepy warm sweepings
wash over me.
I was hoping that the last spatter
and squall of the day
would have something to say
but it only seemed to hint at:
'Coming back again."
Categories:
sweepings, poetry,
Form: Free verse
With as little thought, think you
Can be brushed aside
All their concerns, as waste of
Sweepings to one side?
Then have you not once witnessed
The regard given
To duck clans, a road, crossing.
Respect, more lordly
To elephant, real king, he
By pride-shrunk, stomped men!
Categories:
sweepings, animal,
Form: Rhyme
A spider thin calligraphy, a varicose script
upon the shallow sheen of mortality.
Are these the genetics of a divine act
arriving as green stems,
weeds and blooms all in a tangle?
A scratchy nib of doodled ideas?
Behold the dying and the replenishing,
the glory of the shedding.
All this upon a tumbled forest floor
where imagination plods daily.
More marks upon a blank page
developing slow
in the low light of scribbled thoughts.
More night flowerings and late sweepings.
Categories:
sweepings, poetry,
Form: Free verse
He has always lived here.
Scarred in his tenement jail and
locked within the dreams of
forgotten children.
He has always walked here.
In lane and yard, he strolls and
sings his mournful song by the
nicotine sun.
He has always watched here.
A collector of London’s sweepings,
a guardian beneath the steeple of
Christ Church.
He has always fed here.
From neglect’s sweet harvest they
flock to him and slip onto his stage
of dead marionettes.
He will always sleep here.
Fears drain away and stories may
fade, but his sour breath will
forever slumber in stone and mud.
Categories:
sweepings, dark, fear, history, london,
Form: Free verse
Thresholds curl into entrances
where damp crows circle.
I can see through the hedge
where the wind is barelegged.
A groundhog carries sparrow bones
from the bare shelves of dawn.
Halloween will be late this year
the dead are still dying.
Categories:
sweepings, poetry,
Form: Free verse
a thing beyond,
once kept close
now
an aberration
a cipher
in patterns of dust
in the
sweepings
of my yesterdays,
a happening
that has become
history
Categories:
sweepings, history, perspective,
Form: Verse
Heed then the touch of certainty
That mellows in uncertainty
There is a strange reason why change
Fabricates an odd feeling strange
Embrace the conflict that confronts
As soul and mind and heart bear brunt
Seek to run away from harsh pain
That raptures swellings in your brain
Yet adjust to ample clashing
As grey matter combusts blazing
Anger is a crude attempt here
To survive the pains that endear
Bear with uncertainty right now
Yet live with what sweepings endow
Clear madness moves such crazy times
Where complex feelings kill plain rhymes
Success comes after tensile purge
Briefly jerking the fleeting urge
Leon Enriquez
28 August 2017
Singapore
Categories:
sweepings, change,
Form: Couplet
Against a fence, glib looks descend;
somethings will not mend.
Pockets empty, belly too, fill it
With sweepings, firewood chopped
From dried old yew.
Ignomeny? Plain to see. The past
Can’t rescue,what’s not there to see.
Categories:
sweepings, poverty,
Form: Verse
In blessed calm I rest
pink and pale and soft and light
The sun rises and I break open... smile at it
a seed bursting to life
I stretch my roots out beneath the surface
spread wide and long and strong
Lay my head down on a downy sea of grasses
and listen to the soft and gentle sweepings
of blond and willowy in the breeze
The sand beneath me is so warm
it fills my very being with safety
calm so calm... am I
because of you
safe so safe... am I
because of you
and the wind and willows are dancing together
below the dark blue sky
animals titter and weep with the joy of it
trees grow faster... taller... prouder
and it matters not what was or will be
for I am found
and found and found again
I open my arms... as you do
to the sky
and call out
with the sea gulls to the wind
I love you, I love you, I love you
and all of the universe rejoices...
angels hear and bow and blush
the seraphim sweep and dip about us, sparkling
in dazzled golden light
and God himself dressed in pale pink resides
upon his thrown
"all things lost and all things found"
Categories:
sweepings, happiness, love, peace, universe,
Form: Free verse
Now I have discovered baloney and waffle listed under a words in relationship to
nonsense. What other kinds of food can I find listed in reference to nonsense?
Drivel lists foolishness, poppycock, idiocy, claptrap. Poppycock does this mean
a flowerbird? What about claptrap? Does this mean a noisy mousetrap? Well I
looked it up and it means hogwash and beside the already listed words this also
has garbage listed. Does this mean if we eat waffle and baloney we are eating
garbage? I certainly am afraid to look up the word garbage. I fear it will come up
with a meaning something like this: Garbage: foods, nonsense, gobbledygook,
waffle, baloney, drivel, hogwash. But I will. Garbage: filth, dross, rubbish, junk,
refuse, litter, debris, waste, muck, sweepings, slops, scraps, see nonsense. And
I am right back where I started...nonsense. Now I did notice junk listed under
garbage. Is that why they call some foods JUNK FOODS?
I apologize I do hope you weren’t eating while you were reading this bit of
dribble.
Dribble, it seems I saw something about dribble listed in ..................
Categories:
sweepings, funny, imagination, words,
Form: Free verse