J-ust
O-btain
V-ictory
I-n
R-ace,
E-xerting
Y-our
E-ffort
S-uccessfully.
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Bro. Jovi Reyes)
A Greyhound Racing Dog
More than Bite and Bark
A Champion Breed
Determined to always succeed
A winner with a proceed
Greeta’s face pictured on Campaign Billboards
A look
Aim to attract for Advertising jobs
Famous throughout
Audience attention when she is racing about
Greeta is the logo on every Greyhound Bus
People cheer when they see her face
On every Greyhound bus she goes place to place
Greeta known for her acceleration
Faces her competitors with confidence
Moving fast when the Gun blows in an instance
Greeta promise
Winning ways
Numerous awards mount
So many hard to count
Greeta spotlight being the amazing greyhound Dog
Speed and Finesse
Her race scorecards at their best
Greeta is a standalone
Her name of fame is full blown
Sun’s rays have weakened lately. Cool winds blow,
Effectively allaying summer heat.
Perhaps fall lovers should be patient, though.
There’ll be more hot days. Summer’s not complete.
Enthusiasm reigns on Labor Day.
Most backyard chefs are firing up the grills.
Because it’s summer’s “last hurrah,” some say,
Each fan of hot days relishes these thrills.
Responses to the end of summer range
From great elation to a sense of pall.
Autumnal coolness, each expected change,
Leaves turning red and gold~~I love it all!
Let every season reap admirers’ praise,
Since each possesses unique winning ways.
We sing your praises long before you’re due
and after you’ve departed—all year long!
You bring green grass and flowers into view—
plus bugs, torrential rains, and winds so strong.
You come with warmth to woo the Earth to life.
Sweet fragrances come wafting on the breeze.
With allergens, the springtime air is rife.
My faucet-nostrils drip; I wheeze and sneeze.
But allergies and rashes can’t negate
your glory. Nor can pollen steal the praise
you’ve earned. Now I’ll just take my meds and wait
till I can relish your more winning ways.
I’ve sneezed on this creation seven times.
My dripping nose baptized the latter rhymes.
February 11, 2023
written for the Spring Is Not All Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
February 11, 2023
I take for granted I’ll enjoy sun’s rays
for days on end three seasons of the year;
but Winter, though she has some winning ways,
is loath to treat us to sun-fueled cheer.
When gold some January afternoon
bursts free to warm my winter-tethered heart,
I love the warmth much more than in late June
when summer comes to bid fair Spring depart.
July 28, 2020
entered in the Strand Completely New (14) Poetry Contest 1st place
Sandra was enchanted and glamourous
Men were intimidated
Giddy when meeting her
Her winsome winning ways delighted them
None of the lot suspected
It was women she liked
Sad story said
Prize promptly paid
Dying dust dread
Drowsy drops dead
Proud passage paid
Rest rustic raid
Meek message meet
Spice savvy sweet
Lavish love leaps
Daze dreamy deep
Wild winning ways
Pluck pretty pay
Spice succinct spoils
Trust treasures toil
Leon Enriquez
28 November 2018
Singapore
Start
This 21-year old girl, Sindhu
From the land of the Hindu
Set the badminton court on fire
Her opponents in a quagmire
The shuttle flew like a bird
Dropped without being heard
In the other corner of the court
Giving no chance to retort
She wove magic in her game
In her quest for universal fame
As adversaries surrendered by the way
She strode like a colossus each day
Her delicate drop-shots caressed the net
Gives her a sure point you can bet
Her vicious smashes pierce the court
The only defense is to build a fort
A prodigy like her is rarely born
Whom the entire country might adorn
An analysis of her winning ways
Suggest only resolute mind and effort pays
The Olympic medal she has won
Has brought cheers to everyone
All fans are saying in one voice
“CHAK DE INDIA”, she’s our choice
End
Bright blossoms bloom
Ripe rupture rooms
Claim crispy cheer
Niche naughty near
Wear winning ways
Speak sensuous say
Vouch vibrant voice
Point pretty poise
Grip gritty gripe
Trounce touchy tribe
Psycho plays poke
Silly self strokes
Frame fuzzy fool
Cream crazy cool
Leon Enriquez
02 August 2015
Singapore
See swirling sights
Lift limpid lights
Watch wavy whirls
Sense sensuous swirls
Touch tasty treats
Fond finesse fits
Vent vivid voice
Play pretty poise
Spirits speak sound
Grapple great grounds
Signal sweet signs
Linger love lines
Time tells true tales
Sense spell set sail
Watch winning ways
Dance dazzling days
Leon Enriquez
25 July 2015
Singapore
Set your mind well on feeling right,
Express sure wit as jest funds show;
Charm ever dwells on cheery sights,
Rise to hurl hits that forge fine flow;
Expound clear thought in plot and play,
Think about stuff that frees your soul.
Work with your lot to plant sure day,
Indulge enough of living whole;
Notice the style of winning ways,
Note the ideas where image springs;
Intuit a pile of smiles that pay,
Nurture fond cheer in poise that flings;
Greet winning sums that wealth aligns,
Sense grand outcomes that health designs.
Leon Enriquez
20 May 2015
Singapore
Mind maze moves mime
Ask apt align
Charm cocoons chimes
Live lovely lift
Address appease
Attend adrift
Meet mystic mess
Zeal zone zooms zest
Etch each express
Take time to tell
Signs speak sure sell
Faith funds foretell
Loss loiters lines
Appeal assigns
Echoes entwine
Thrill tensile toss
Movement minds moss
Lift lousy loss
Odd one only
Niche noise naughty
Ends etch easy
Kind keeper's kin
Indulge ink inn
Nib nimble nymph
Last lazy lurch
Upward use urge
View vision's verge
Nurture new nay
Opt odd okay
Wise winning ways
Leon Enriquez
30 January 2015
Singapore
The Blackness
From the time of the beginning
A blackness there has been
And though he sits there grinning
He can’t be touched or seen
A taste he’ll place upon your tongue
Sweet words he’ll whisper in your ear
And even though you know it’s wrong
You’ll sink before his scent in fear
He’s everywhere and nowhere
His art is finely tuned
He’ll choose his prey with utmost care
And then the prey is doomed
In the shadows he’ll be waiting
Temptation in his hand
A picture he’ll be painting
In the minds of the damned
He’s practise in his winning ways
He binds you in his spell
And then the soul of he who plays
Is on the road to hell
His aim, an army is to gather
Of bandits, tykes and ghouls
Wild eyed and whetted lips a lather
To reign on witless fools
And a message he sends out
Upon the slightest breeze
To those so full of doubt
That light nor dark can’t please
To the hunted, he says hide
For the hunter he has freed
Feel the hunter at your side
To fulfil his darkest need
Do not follow the footpath
of the wise,
watch their ways and
storm your own skies,
no being should walk in
the step of another;
would-be-heroes are fired
up to go farther.
They seek more than what
others sought,
and fight more battles than
anyone ever fought;
but at the end, they will
gain more grounds,
and find more than any
hero ever found,
they have passion, purpose
and principle
they are steadfast, strong,
sincere and simple,
they stumble but they
stand up and sail,
they have flaws but they
never fear being frail.
Times so full of grief and sorrow
Tears fall and feelings so hollow
Woeful days as Mr. Impecunious
Dutifully and lovingly studious
The morrow does not bring relief
Rather just the same emotional thief
Pilfering puny pockets, he strays
One hand fastidious and gay
But he shouts to the sky that is gray
Calls wonders down from heaven's fray
Save me, and shout down from above
Grace envelop and stay his hand's love
Not to be slayed by the thief's churlish touts
Of his winning ways, God surreptiously left out
In my pockets, so empty of radiant doves
With his hammer in hand, I don these holy gloves
Save me
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