All alone she sat on the walkway
As passers by cast furtive glance her way
And briskly look the other way
Bringing no succor her way
She sat there any way
Staring into space with a look so faraway
Waiting in vain all day
For a good Samaritan to come her way
Has humanity no more empathy to display?
Love should look around without delay
To see her need and say
Come into my abode and stay
For you are my sister in every way
Walk for peace as quiet as a stranger
Tread softly without digress on this road
It does look so lovely to endanger
So, neither jump nor leap like a smart toad
Switch left or right if that is your own wish
Just don't change the channel to trade urge
Interconnected scopes will soon vanish
All boosting swags will openly converge
What a shame to the secret explorer!
With many voluntary and shameful mess
Like a bedmate sleepless nights with snorer
Continuations merely stand to impress
How a loyalist turned a turncoat prey
The best means to serve a free turn its sway
Welcome and be careful of the Candy Cane Walkway the Jester said.
Josh blinked his eyes twice, thinking he was hallucinating in his head.
Seriously, it’s the only way to her house, Jester said with a laugh.
If you want to date the Candy Cane Queen, you’ll follow the path.
The candy cane queen was marvelous, beautiful and sweet.
And a smitten Josh wanted to date her, because she could not be beat.
So, he followed the Cane Walkway, expecting the ultimate best.
The queen watched him step carefully knowing he’d passed the test.
The quick sands collapse within abyss
invited by airless darkness
where marshy reeds slither,
escape routes entangled
as hazard paves life’s walkway
for the destiny to saunter.
Weary steps uncalculated falter
wobbly pace uncontrolled dither,
the sands and the reeds wait
for the traveller to arrive
tired of walking a long while
life’s rough walkway.
The survival game begins
in the arena life bounces
struggling hard to win
until the time comes to join
the farewell party waiting.
Destiny is not an excuse
the walk is one’s own walk,
the pathway lighted or dark
the inner lamp decides,
caving in or girdling the garden
the inner vision conceives.
A special sanctum of sanctity
the lamp lighter needs
and the vision maker seeks
to walk life to the brink of bliss.
April 1, 2021
Contest : All Yours (Apr 2)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Quick sands of fate cave in
airless darkness invites,
reeds of agonizing marsh slither
hope of escape entangled,
risk paves the life’s walkway
for the destiny to saunter.
Uncalculated steps falter
pace dithers uncontrolled,
the sands and the reeds wait
for the guest to arrive late,
tired of walking a long way
on the life’s walkway.
The survival game begins
in toiling times of journey,
struggling hard to win
treading on the life’s walkway,
until the time comes to join
the ordained farewell party.
Destiny is not an excuse
the walk is one’s own walk,
the walkway lighted or dark
the inner lamp decides,
garden path or marshy trail
the inner vision conceives.
A special space of sanctity
the lamp lighter needs,
and the vision maker seeks
to make the life’s walkway to bliss.
July 16, 2020
Contest : All Yours (Feb 27)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
fog enhanced walkway
bested by a cold street lamp
water rests alone
Russell Sivey
New dawn shines bright,
Walkway mood cites;
Old gaze looks right,
Strange eyes frame rites.
New day lights here,
Dry stone bench row;
Old man sans cheer,
Sight finds grooves slow.
New waves of change,
Hot air swirls sneeze;
Old age crafts strange,
Odd awkward squeeze.
New motifs spread,
An altered peace;
Old man sans dread,
Mellow finds ease.
Leon Enriquez
22 March 2017
Singapore
black panther run me down
black panther steel my crown
black panther always wins
black panther again begins
white wolf walk with me
white wolf talk with me
white wolf wants to win
white wolf, begin again
water human warmly smiles
water human flaunts all styles
water human carelessly flows
water human gregariously grows
Oh, look over there!
There's a button that makes life easy,
wait, what's that?
There is no easy button!
Someone forgot to mention,
self-destruct is a straightforward path.
Like a yellow brick road so simple to follow.
Deviation from a path so obvious.
Woe betide the one that takes the easy way out.
No one said it would be clearly marked,
no one said that there would be directions.
Cookie cutters, patterns, all to simple.
Follow in a footstep, follow a tide.
A whirlpool can drown you as fast as life.
Follow the road less traveled.
Make a mark of destination, not a footprint of regret.
k.chun 2013
It's a pity not to pay attention
Of this darkness:
Here, "Jasmine" drink the tears;
Did you smell sobbing perfume ..?!
,
Here continues to grow thorns
And there are barefooted on the road ..;
Did you loose your plow ..?!
,
At the end of walkway ..
Fates in wait
And there is a lot of oblations prepared ..;
Did you prepare your oblation ..?!
,
At your feet your bad luck
Will fall
The blast, which raises is a half-truth
So did you hear the sound of your heart ..?!
,
In the groan of children ..
Something that sends terror
There is Tombstones on this rubble;
Did you hear the dirt weep!
,
Glimmer of lights that flash at night ..
Point to "Carnival" .. fires;
Did you remember when the war begin ..?!
;
It's a pity not to pay attention,
It's pity not to see all these details!!
it is her job to sweep the walkway
but she can not sweep today
for her heart has just been broken
and the gripping pain won't go away
she has to sweep the walkway
she must do it everyday if she wants pay
there are two dogs she has adopted
or visa versa along the way
she works away her broom in hand
the sun baring down on her fair face
her new found friends just want to play
up and down the walkway they will race
she bids good morning to the cop
as he saunters by and pets the dogs
but he can't stop too long to play
for he's got tickets he must log
she stops along the walkway to wipe
away the tears her lover caused when
he created havoc in her heart so bound
she barely brushes as she sweeps the walkway down
Along the walkway somewhere lilacs scent
And visions of grandeur waft betwixt my head
A “Hmm” after each new-ward notion, then
Like thistles, keep slipping through the cracks of zen
Why Campanula ringing out
Disturbed by the sounds unrenounced
Then I stop again, in an “ah ha!” revelation
Followed by the “No wait, that's not quite it” aggravation
When from on high, a mighty oak hits me on the acorn
“Oooh” suddenly things seem clearer more and more
And looking down I can't ignore the facts
Of my "that's it" underwear and my "oh no!" pants