What makes no sense is that which makes no sense
Even the word sense makes no sense are you getting tense
Even my therapist, Jean Jacques
Flipped out in total shock
So I attempted to explain but he turned out too dense... sorry!!!
New Poetry Movement and Not Bowel
I really had to be muchly griping;
What I hate the worst is filing and typing;
Out of my life wish you could take those two
And my attitude would improve, that is true.
In poetry, maybe might start a new movement
And trend that into many hearts has sent
A new way so many poems thou shalt write;
Poems will come tougher and never, ever fight.
So you should think about this for a while;
Now that you have discovered my new style
You now can come up with a lot more clarity
By bring things together and cutting the disparity.
Have I caused things to be confusing
By brain washing and words mis-using.
Oh, and I checked off horse as a category.
They should add the word sense to it though.
To The Dreamer Within...
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Line after line flow as touch and feel surge;
Ink stains galore ply in emotive fire;
Voice whispers a show that caresses urge;
Evermore strains vie in sensuous conspire.
Linger in echoes that play thoughts floral;
Open your sure heart beyond mind games here;
Vouch music galore in word sense aural;
Embrace lovely start that charm now endears.
Lively this sweet choice in happy trickle;
Indulge rhyme and verse in urgent passion;
Set muse to clear voice in fragrant mingle;
Tinge inner core terse with words that fashion.
Enjoy each moment that affords jingle;
No need to lament that fearful juggle.
Leon Enriquez
27 Apr 2014
Singapore
(Note: This poem is an Acrostic Sonnet.)