Looking back, it seems I've made a giant plastic nest.
Plastic cars -plastic totes- plastic toys
plastic guns- plastic utensils- plastic boats
plastic bags- plastic Easter eggs- plastic remotes.
Plastic Jesus hanging from a plastic cross
a plastic grimace on his perfect plastic face.
I've fallen hard for plastics
so cheap
so practical
no more slivers of glass in the soul
It's really God-like
it's an all-around helpful entity
we can dump our excessive baggage.
It'll never complain- it never goes away...
Plastic was the answer
until it worked its way into the food chain.
Back in the day, at about the age of 7 or 8
mother(step) schooled me on how to wash dishes.
The plastic plates were the toughest to master.
Mother(step) would run her finger over the surface.
Like a pimply teenager's face, all but impossible to get rid of all the grease.
She'd disgustedly toss the plastic God
back into the greasy suds.
I'd scrub the greasy sin from my plastic God...
over and over again.
Plastic has polluted me. I have a plastic brain.
The price I pay for sleeping with plastic people.
Heart does butterfly flips
When he kisses Lilly lips
Breeze blows blues away
At ease spring lovers at play
A little nip at his neck
Tender makes soft and wet
Forehead with beads of sweat
Touches of love never forget
Sundress glows in gold rays
Story told of bold soul days
That now shows a red face
Satin underneath ravishing place
Birds sing sweetly a new song
He discreetly totes heart along
Like bell ringing wind chime chirp
Sage eyes drinking his chest no shirt
Skinny dipping is not amber allowed
We’re not tripping no one here now
Except earthworms fish and bull frogs
Jump in with me let’s cool off
Skinny dipping in shade of a tree
Hearts skipping like pebble on spring
Color me naughty full of passion for you
Fun spring love under skies in youth
Cascading water
crystalline blue;
Rid me of stains
the days produce.
Make haste to quench
my torrid throat.
Seal, cavernous wounds,
this body totes.
Disguise these tears
that drench my face.
Soothe aging muscles,
my strength replace.
Defuse the doubt
that clouds my mind.
Spiritual spray
refreshes soul, divine.
Reviving energy
pours from the spout.
Welcoming, comforting
its warmth, its sound.
Once you're well done
with all my requests,
cleanse dreadful dreams
so I may rest.
O Goaty Goat, where are your totes?
The ferry boat is near.
You’re headed out to far off lands,
when you return, unclear.
O Goaty Goat, where is your kid?
Ferry’s just ‘round the bend.
My heart still breaks to think of her
and of her tragic end.
O Goaty Goat, it’s time to go.
Let’s ride across this pond
and leave the sadness far behind,
there in the great beyond.
O Goaty Goat, I see the land.
a green and verdant shore
where you, your child can laugh and play
from now til evermore.
Some years from now
the Devil throws a banquet –
In hell, of course – where he alone
unquestionably rules:
A banquet table plated for
greedy fools: to his right,
Barack seated; with Hilary at
his heated left; Bidden,
unable to tell where he is –
so after a brief, delirious spell,
decides himself quite content
with just the odious, strangely
familiar smell – Hunter doing some
cooking – agents told to shy
from looking – ordered not to
allow lawful booking:
Pelosi and Schumer,
for the first time
realizing themselves entirely
powerless...yet, hopelessly
addicted to procuring votes,
hotly plot how to send
the Squad copious
asbestos notes – His Majesty
offers them, another plate of
hot coals, with a side-dish of
charred souls – some fur lined
totes, to go with stylish
Arctic coats –
I ran into Shakespeare the other day.
Told him I too am writing a play.
He asked about the premise, which was a reeler.
I had no idea he is a big premise-stealer.
I told him the plot, and he took a few notes.
I was excited when I saw him put them into his totes.
What will you do with them? I asked him, truly awed.
He would not tell me, because Shakespeare is flawed.
Just one thing, he asked, what is a hooker?
I thought that was funny, he's quite a humorous cooker!
A harlot, a whore, a rounder, tart, courtesan, I said.
"Oh, a strumpet!" he guessed, and his face turned all red.
So the next time you use the word strumpet remember to thank.
The guy who reintroduced this word to me - I call him Hank.
It's a fun word for sure, and will get some attention.
But don't use it if you are haughty with high needs of pretension.
SubSaharan Bride:
There was a huge everlasting impression
As he unveiled her with great fascination
Firstly, in a fantasy of his vivid emotions
She becomes his past, present and future
Lastly, with bliss and high degree passion
Saying “I do”, she totes his nomenclature
She symbolizes the beauty of simplicity
As she epitomizes the simplicity of beauty
She is the pearl gem on a prized ornament
And a crown trophy of an epic tournament
Her panache heals wounds like bandages
As her aura speaks all the love languages
She is by far the most beautiful creature
In all the vast lands of Sub Saharan Africa
With unique, elegant and heavenly features
She outshines the portrait of the Mona Lisa
The glow and glitter from her sparkly eyes
Brings wonder to Welcomes and Goodbyes
True love knows not your past situation
Nor cares about your present location
It will find you even in your self isolation
It will subdue your denials and hesitation
It will revitalize your focus and dedication
In the end, Congratulations and Jubilation
Jideofor.Obidike as “PlantagenetKing”
SubSaharan Bride:
There was a huge everlasting impression
As he unveiled her with great fascination
Firstly, in a fantasy of his vivid emotions
She becomes his past, present and future
Lastly, with bliss and high degree passion
Saying “I do”, she totes his nomenclature
She symbolizes the beauty of simplicity
As she epitomizes the simplicity of beauty
She is the pearl gem on a prized ornament
And a crown trophy of an epic tournament
Her panache heals wounds like bandages
As her aura speaks all the love languages
She is by far the most beautiful creature
In all the vast lands of Sub Saharan Africa
With unique, elegant and heavenly features
She outshines the portrait of the Mona Lisa
The glow and glitter from her sparkly eyes
Brings wonder to Welcomes and Goodbyes
True love knows not your past situation
Nor cares about your present location
It will find you even in your self isolation
It will subdue your denials and hesitation
It will revitalize your focus and dedication
In the end, Congratulations and Jubilation
Jideofor.Obidike as “PlantagenetKing”
Man-child in his Promised Land
He burns Bibles as would a savage
Spews failed Marxist-Leninist garbage
Then 'safe spaces' he demands
Coddled criminal, he totes a weapon
Storefronts, he loots and damages
Government buildings his firebombs ravage
Then he screams, "The police -- defund!"
And all the while, Liberals take him seriously
As he spits and vomits on America and her history
In my man cave, is a closet
Which would spawn horrible critiques
Totes full of old computer parts
Some of which my be antiques
Various plumbing parts abound
But Lord knows I'm not a plumber
Game parts, tools, nuts, bolts and nails
Old clothes from winter to summer
There is some work out equipment
For some reason it looks brand new
In the corner is my tool box
With tools scattered most askew
It's been like that for a long time
In a terrible unsorted array
If ever found clean or empty
I must have died or moved away!
Sit still
Frame fill
Warm will
Sweet say
Prompt play
Dream day
Word well
True tell
Daze dwells
Etch each
Ripe reach
Taste teach
Be brave
Grand grave
Sport saves
Writes wage
Pace page
Set stage
Verse voice
Crisp choice
Pique poise
Now note
Vet vote
Time totes
Muse mimes
Taut time
Race rhymes
Leon Enriquez
27 December 2019
Singapore
one note at a time a chorus frog totes winter away
Prayer VS Technology
Written: by Tom Wright
January 2015
Experiencing family problems, downtrodden, we grope,
But each sunrise totes with it, for each, renewed hope.
For going faster and farther, is the travel of our prayer.
And all mankind’s applied science is unable to compare;
Fine writes
Now bite
Glimpse way
Time pays
Luck knows
Warm show
Seek chance
In dance
Sound spell
Can dwell
New notes
Voice totes
Wise wit
Warm fit
Leon Enriquez
11 September 2018
Singapore
HILLBILLIES BYBILLIES AND BLOWBILLIES--
Once upon a time in the land of Frilly
Lived a tatter torn family the McFrelly’s
On the outskirts of Arkansas the county of Mountain Lily,
Just below the Mason Dixie line acts involuntarily
They were peaceful hillbillies
Granny made corn and dandelion whiskey dilly
Jonathan had a tan cuz he slept on the sand pond lily
His sister Bertha Bybillie goat choking off the surrounding globe lily
Kitchen totes, those utensils often found a float really
They were peaceful hillbillies
Daddy Darson Dale dippin snuff and drinkin shine ale swamp lily
Blowbillie shown now it’s winter it snowed time to turn off the stilly
This be the Legend of the Hillbillies, Bybillies, and Blowbilllies
From Arkansas, Mountain Lily Arkansas (Ain't that a dilly!!)
They wuz peaceful hillbillies
4/28/18
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