No more though I pine, may I rip from breast and thought
This blind obedience to kind that claims all that is naught
What tranche belies and thus survives divided from the whole
Ere natures heart must thus depart from customary roles
As fleeting breaths do evanesce in splintered harmony
Bids archeus farewell to dwell in brief obscurity
What balm may stem the march of time, what plea redeems the day
Who dares conspire and thus oppose the gyre of Sedens way
Categories:
tranche, anxiety, culture, farewell, leaving,
Form: Rhyme
Lugubrious blue mood skies funereal and morose shed raindrops,
they unleash tableau vivant torrent’s wet tranche,
blessing, bane or boon from vault of heaven,
damp pearl blob bewitching moisture mellow morph form,
the stuff of less than benign grumpy weather grouch,
whose plight infuses yen for sun-drenched bliss,
haven of the ultra-violet swathe enthusiast,
for others raindrops are a liquid gem relish firmament bequeathed,
to whet voracious craving of nascent pastures,
whose gaunt green blade emaciating stillborn,
that aqueous honey to hue-blazed floral garden in situ bloomers,
who swallow cloudburst drizzle meed in muted slurps,
droplet streak and spiral bubble patten on top hung awning window,
empyrean tear beads that roof top tap dance ritual,
so tantalising to the awestruck spellbound eardrum,
or impromptu downward dribbles on romantic saunterers,
prompting boisterous laughter as they flaunt their dome transparent chromium truss umbrella,
those enraptured red-blooded refugees beneath tilting gust spun bumbershoot,
as mud splatter cherry cheek urchins shriek,
amid the spray and splash globules at agile finger tips
Categories:
tranche, appreciation, beautiful, beauty, celebration,
Form: Grook
They claim they care
How their bank accounts fair!!
As your health, to paramedics, they leave
Their next loan tranche to sieve
From curfew to lockdown we flit
As on their ample behinds, they sit
While the masses hunker down
The deep state's in town
Categories:
tranche, 12th grade, africa, political,
Form: Rhyme
Do all you can
To seek and scan
The upright plan
In clever sip
Greed fashions deep
In cunning dip
A hollow heart
Plays many parts
To draft vain art
Humid wit sighs
Rewards the sly
Rouse shady highs
A tranche of cares
For weary wear
In custom ware
Just bear the wiles
See deceit smile
As conceit smiles
Folly marks date
To know too late
The whims of fate
So sync with cheer
As love comes near
To greet you dear
Leon Enriquez
30 April 2017
Singapore
Categories:
tranche, change,
Form: Rhyme
Awareness sips
Festive gin trip
On the verge think
Gin tonic drink
In brisk array
Liquid buffet
Crisp sanguine haste
Spicy to taste
Swirl of fine glow
Gulps of deep flow
Dance in a plunge
Drink refill tranche
Round after round
Feel dizzy grounds
Then off to bed
Drowsy and red
Nice and easy
Pulse up briskly
Deep snores sans grief
Awake dream brief
Leon Enriquez
29 January 2017
Singapore
Categories:
tranche, allusion,
Form: Couplet