My sense of humor odd a bit
enough sometimes for a fat lip
People don't laugh seldom smile
say things abusive and loud
My parents were married happily
for as their son they deny it was me
No friends so they tied a pork chop around my neck
and the family dog became vegan I was reject
Never good at math numbers don't add up
subtract money I don't have became bankrupt
Voted in the election for the wrong guy
he won but for my vote he still denies
Why can't the sky be orange
nothing rhymes with orange new line
My humor makes me laugh out loud
but my laughter is lonely somehow
Jokes tell on me more than I do them
with my humor I never win.
this is not love
burning my soul to ashes...
this cannot be love
that made my heart scream
until its love fell off at the edge of life
i have waited for a full day
to tell on you to mama
to tell to tell to tell
of how you slipped
into me
whilst i was asleep
creating fear in my heart
with your fierce look at me
ordering me to shhh shhhh shhh shut up
my body carries
a violent memory
of you forcing entry into me
of you soaking my fragile skin
with your stinking sweat
and i know this’ and i know this
that when you imprisoned me in this painful memory
you also imprisoned yourself in guilt –
unless you are a psychopath, remorseless –
Oh pray tell on what distant shore
does my loved one sleep tonight
I often wish that not once more
my love would leave my sight
How can it be just yesterday
Our dreams we both did share
Yet this morn my heart does pray
lord bring them home from there
Chub wears a miniature Santa Suit
Within the circle, he is in cahoots
With several friends, they know what to do
They tell on each other and themselves too
He is standing on a snail. Isn’t that bad?
He is reaching too far, does that make you mad?
He is doing the wrong thing again, irritating me.
I finally have to turn away from Chubs, so I can be free.
Candles scented and placed on the bedside,
giving room to scan the novel, left to read.
Soft music played, prepped to soothe the self,
as cocoa butter lotions the skin to smooth.
Silk sheets await the body, cold vices on tune,
no time to tell on when the numbness is due.
Tingles are now present, slowly fading into non-existence,
for some moments are as sober as the mind.
Workplace troubles have no home here,
neither are complications of the world,
there lies dreams of possibilities,
where manifestations arise.
Dreaming is believing, reality is mean,
the choice to keep floating will always come cheap.
"Sometimes we live in our minds rent free, to escape from the cruelty of reality" ~ Izintombi Zamambo
15 November 2022
'Beauty of Night' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet
Shebetheria was excited beyond excited.
Today was the first day she was able to conjure an elixir
Since she was released from the spell of the Dragon Maker.
She had made a mistake and accidentally turned his family
into squirrels and elves, and she had to forfeit six years of her life
to pay for this tiny mishap.
She began to toss her potions together, anxious to try ideas
she had been conjuring and contriving for the past six years.
The Dragon Masker stopped by to watch.
Any chance you could get my family back? He asked, hopefully.
She did better than that. She instantly turned him into a squirrel.
Not only can he join them now, but he cannot tell on her
or incarcerate her.
How smart was that? She asked herself.
A giant vision came out of the cauldron and laughed with her.
You are about to find out, a hollow voice said from the cauldron.
It was the Dragon Masker's voice.
The sign of times where we want to blame
want to tell on others and shame
we see major changes in the news
many untruths and lies
relationships that begin to die
need to learn in hard times
if we want to survive
then we need to regain focus
re-connect to our hearts
if we want to make a new start
we need to stand in our truth
while still being honest and kind
in our wisdom remember
no one owns- no one controls us
most of all no one on earth
has authority over us
no one---no one earthly
only our Father above.
If the sun could tell on me, you could ask it this,
“Does Jesus' presence warm her heart? “
it will answer yes!
His presence warm my coldest nights
the way the sunlight warms the days,
awakening my sleeping soul,
by the light of a single ray.
If the wind could tell on me, you could ask it this,
“Is Jesus always on her mind?”
it will answer yes!
Thoughts of Him surround and fill me
as the air is there to breath,
that at my first breath of Him,
I was filled with serenity.
If a mountain could tell on me, you could ask it this,
“Will she climb the highest peaks for Him?”
it will answer yes!
Mountains high could never be in-between,
a desire as strong as mine,
for it is His arms that carry me up,
it is in His strength that I can climb.
If the ocean could tell on me, you could ask it this,
“Does she love Jesus with all her heart?”
it will answer yes!
Because His love is what holds me
the way the water fills the sea,
Jesus' love is the deepest,
now and will forever be!
Verse in odd rhymes
Bring awkward chimes
Word echoes strain
In meaning plain
Works in brisk ink
Tell on verge brink
Ideas now toil
To catch good spoils
Dare to word right
As soul takes flight
In a line brief
Watch mellow grief
No much can link
That funny think
See what you see
Yet let things be
Pique postscript then
For hope knows when
Buzz on a trust
Seize glimpse you must
Leon Enriquez
08 May 2019
Singapore
Muddy shoes beside her bed
Thoughts of you inside her head
Sheets that smell of gasoline
Been a long night for the beauty queen
Light flickers from a distant fire
Ask for the truth, she'll be the liar
The sight of you it turned her mean
Kiss and tell on the mezzanine
She's not one to reckon with
That was your last forever lasting kiss
Chair propped up against the knob of the bedroom door
Guess that oughta even up the score
Muddy shoes beside her bed
Thoughts of you inside her head
Sheets that smell of gasoline
Been a long night for the beauty queen
Donald Trump has one Golden Rule
A Winner must always be cruel
Today he's nice
Like rats or mice
Because, you know, its April Fool!
With his Cabinet of felons
Trump sought Stormy Daniel's melons
The Democrats jeered
But Republicans cheered
And promised not to be "tell-on"s
Prize then calm peace as passion plays,
Ask to be clear of soul's fond feel;
Sense that true ease where act moves say,
Seek with good cheer love's happy thrill;
Ink with wise scope the path of hope,
Opt to address that gracious touch;
Note how zest ropes true wit to cope.
Etch to caress sparkle as such,
Mind your own heart in lavish zest;
Endow sheer peace with finesse grand,
Reach as you start your ample fest;
Greet bubbly ease with joy dear friend,
Express fine writes that tell on you,
Success now cites just what you do.
Leon Enriquez
22 March 2019
Singapore
Pyromaniac me decided to build a fire.
My older grandchildren were all for it. Helping me drag limbs.
My four and a half year old grandson Max ran in to "tell on me".
He was really mad, and semi sure that Grandpa would stop me.
Ah, little boy, I guess you did not get the memo.
I can do what I want here.
Grandpa thought it was hilarious.
He had to stop Max from dialing the phone to call the fire department.
Max kept yelling "Call 911! Call the fire department."
Great bonding experience for him and grandpa, who was
Thrilled to keep him safe, on his knee, eating crackers,
Talking about how crazy grandma is.
Sad mad story
Telling on me
What's the hurry?
You can tell me
Mad sad story
A glimpse I see
What's the worry?
Notes tell on me
Sad sad story
Just about me
What's the story?
Now you tell me
Leon Enriquez
15 February 2019
Singapore
Can you not see?
I wear a mask
To disguise spree
In my mad task.
I wear a grin
And hide my lie
With poise within
That spawns sad eyes.
I wear my guile
That tell on you
With a shrewd smile
In what I do.
I style a sigh
To a harsh world
That kills my highs
As terror swirls.
I groom a face
Hidden from sight
To plant deep trace
As prize prompts right.
I do not mind
The tears I cry
But work to bind
True tact I try.
I am but clay
Where longing piles
In glimpse of play
In pieces vile.
Am I not vile
But greed knows dash
Of tricks that pile
As conflicts clash.
I know fond gain
In keeping scores
For mask hides plain
My stash and store.
I sing and dance
With relish grand
To dare breeze chance
Of choice I stand.
I wear a mask
That hides my face
To confront task
In secret space.
Why do I mask
My sensuous feel
In private bask
Of blinding thrill?
Leon Enriquez
09 September 2018
Singapore
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