Languaging the place is happening
A voicestro of ideas
And involvement
Obstructing legislation
Command and finance
The handling of its own press
Pressing solutions
In the middle of a fraud
Yet in all time
A take part type of gal and guy
Suppose a person asked a city for funding around rent for themselves, an office, range of ten thousand a month
Today cresting 5 billion in debt of unauthorized hijacking of home development law
Categories:
turnout, allusion, america,
Form: Free verse
Waited patiently in lines to cast the vote
The turnout was expected; patience was tested
Uneasiness, hungry, and tired enough to be tempted
To leave the line, but frustration heavy in tote
Some feel it was not a honest fair win
Ballots were burned prior to election
Should there been more ballot protection
Oh well, candidate chosen with a jovial grin
Just pray this candidate is honest and true
A lot of talk of what is needed in this nation
Many voters are celebrating with elation
Some voters will continue to be sad and blue
Everybody will not be happy no matter the circumstance
Its the fate of the political experience for voters
Both parties campaign hard with ads and funny posters
Switch. Different party, its like the nation qualify for a refinance.
Categories:
turnout, america, heartbroken, joy, usa,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
A faithful atmospheric worth of you,
equal in statuesque rainbow possess.
Grace a forest wake to rumored jewel,
long drawn-out winks ethereal blesses.
Favoring flowers blossoming parades,
a living garden hails its ambitions.
Hovers a bee stared yearning serenades,
nigh turnout unequal kinds, auditions.
Ode claims Rainbow Butterfly to whom shares
glory to its signature character,
beliefs prestige for reserving crosshairs.
Incepts moniker beings cofactor,
chicks or the eggs, and who'll take second best?
Rainbow suave sky soars the aliferous.
Categories:
turnout, allusion, analogy, appreciation, beauty,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
Rave at the gate, With chant and shout!
Make God mind how large the turnout
When his hand, so grand and devout,
squashes us like candles snuffed out.
Bid him not drop any more like flies.
Why must we not be more than loud,
In crying our souls ‘til hearts are drought?
All my dead with soul and without
Rave at the gate!
Demand rest of our souls unbowed
Unafraid from God and all proud
Today, the dead must speak for crowds
In memorials veiled in dark clouds.
Revolt for life; and all about
—Rave at the gate!
Categories:
turnout, anger, bereavement, bible, cry,
Form: Rondeau
Everyone's talking about crime these days
So few police, it seems thuggery pays
No hotter topics than murder or theft
No matter your politics be right or left
Though in Chicago one issue's strictly off-limits for talking heads
Mayoral race apathy - 32.6% turnout - means democracy's dead
Categories:
turnout, chicago, political, violence,
Form: Couplet
Their mumbling again
Wee folk of the rain.
Each word and each syllable
A lisping, spat out.
Yond this dark window
Heard from my pillow.
Off leaf, jumping. Off roof tile
Sliding. One by one.
Of all that drops by for fun
A great turnout.
Categories:
turnout, rain,
Form: Rhyme
12/27/21
Did poorly or was doing just fine
The outcome was negative or had a plus sign
Always not just sometimes
Being one of a kind
Under the moonlight and sunshine
When it took a turn for the worse or was sublime
No longer getting brushed aside
Seeking what it is that I must find
On the frontlines
Can't force it
Or forfeit
Held true or was horse
Bought it or couldn't afford it
Crystal clear or distorted
Unavoidable or able to be thwarted
Saw it coming from the crows nest
Meanwhile, most think they know best
As they struggle to clean up their own mess
Very quick to protest
In their ways they are so set
For the greater good or due to greed it was commercialized
All of this, I could not internalize
Something still stirs inside
It's tragic that humans and animals got burned alive
Better be something you're sure about
Or it'll have an unsuccessful turnout
Close and far from any birdhouse
So many rotten games
It has gotten strange
All about the profit gains
Not any pocket change
Categories:
turnout, dark, deep, life, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
I doubt and doubt .
Superficially I change a lot and turnout .
Up and down ,side to side.
I seek to have and hide.
No one likes to see.
The core essence of me.
I transformed clothes to masks.
Ready to answer who ever asks.
I give what they look for .
I lie, I LIE, unfortunately and therefore,
Categories:
turnout, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
Did I really have years of experience?
or years of daily repeats. Repeats definitely
then I must indeed say
my confidence has suffered.
My experiences come with pain,
In my love life or my work experience.
As I get older, I think I am developing a more of
I don’t give a , what people think of me
And once again, that stupid question
About who will attend my funeral,
Who I have a big turnout etc.
Who cares, just buried me under
That old mahogany tree, my father planted
Years ago...It would be sheltered me from
From the harsh world, my final resting place,
Love, lost, and hardship, they say love can
Triumph over hardship of any intensity.
Lost it so finale, can really anybody accept they fate
Did you think my x , accept his death,
Do he aware that he left us, last
February, would he have returned in someone else body
To dupe me again, into a retake of his mishaps/his lost.
The ones who tell the best story
Is the most observant one, to the craft?
A river is a body of water
With lot of stories to tell
Sadness and happiness, that was cast upon me.
Categories:
turnout, absence, abuse, addiction, age,
Form: Dramatic Verse
A tombstone cleaning workshop—
don’t bother the ghost…it’s sold out!
You can no longer finger this rest stop.
How about this Halloween turnout!
Will it be a Poppins extravaganza,
sweeping and polishing to Step in Time?
It’s a grave matter to the living, who plans a
cleaning party— the chance of a lifetime.
10/21/2021
Categories:
turnout, halloween,
Form: Light Verse
Greenish meadows, stony benches
Doves and crows toilet in bunches
Huge turnout..
Without fear of baited string bides
Flying fishes in lone seasides
From hideout..
Tree top squirrels wandered bottom
Like torpor kings in their kingdom
Free rollout..
Weeds and shoots sprouting from the soil
Dormant seeds sensing human spoil
They freakout..
Birds and beasts call on us to boo
World became a big human zoo
In stakeout..
Categories:
turnout, animal, bird, humanity, nature,
Form: Verse
THE DIS ADVANTAGE OF BEING UNFAVORED
IN THE EYES OF HER FRIENDS
MIGHT CAUSE YOU TO RETHINK YOUR STRATEGY
THE INFLUENCE OF OTHERS MIGHT MAKE HER TO PUT HER FAITH
IN THOSE WHO WISH TO SEPARATE YOU TWO
FINDING COMMON GROUND MIGHT MEAN
DOING SOMETHING YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE DOING
THEN YOU MIGHT LASH OUT AGAINST THAT SOMEONE
BECAUSE THE RESULTS DIDN'T
TURNOUT AS YOU PLANNED OR WISHED
WHICH HURTS HEAL TO BRING ON ANOTHER
MY THE SORES OF NEEDING MAKE ME WISER AGAINST
BEING HURT AGAIN
MIGHT THIS MAKE ME WISE IN DOING SO
Categories:
turnout, love,
Form: Ballad
This last ride almost over,
the train coming to a stop
The mighty engine slowing down,
my ticket punched and clocked
With words I left untendered,
in towns along the tracks
My thoughts there drift upon the wind,
my legacy attached
This journey seemed redundant,
the scenery looked the same
But voices never heard before,
cry out and call my name
The conductor gives fair warning,
his face I know so well
“A turnout waits, the tracks will switch,
to heaven—or to hell”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Categories:
turnout, death,
Form: Rhyme
Buzzy noise
This and that issue;
Viral propaganda
~~~~~~~~~
We the people
Need more money;
Is that funny?
~~~~~~~~~
Polling booth
Simple truth;
Who dares wins?
~~~~~~~~~
Talk of town
Non-event sinking;
Stray voices pitch
~~~~~~~~~
A good turnout
Yours for the taking;
Mandate to lead
~~~~~~~~~
Good track record
Facts speak loudly;
Wet blankets galore
~~~~~~~~~
Lots to say
More to hear;
Dangling carrots
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
01 September 2015
Singapore
Categories:
turnout, change,
Form: Haiku
The alarm sounds and calls their names,
To stand and fight the smoke and flames,
They don their heavy turnout gear,
To meet the flames and face their fear,
Driving trucks with red lights glaring,
Into city streets with sirens blaring,
They soon find a house on fire,
And lay lines they will require,
Fighting fire in a deadly game,
Streaming water onto the flame,
With pounding hearts they crawl through heat,
To find lost soles without retreat,
When the flames die and all are safe,
they drive their truck back to their base,
They wash it down and make it shine,
and neatly roll each water line,
They swap stories and write their notes,
and tumble dry their turnout coats,
They hang their gear upon the wall,
and wait to hear another call,
Categories:
turnout, appreciation, fire, hero,
Form: Rhyme
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