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MOON and SEA

~Moon & Sea~

Hey boy won't you open that door?
Let's sing and walk by the shore

Come and spread out your eyes
Block looking for reasons, and whys?

The cosmos are more than a space to explore
Don't hide when I need.... Plus more.

Finish playing a master in disguise!
Lets find the perfect sunrise, sunset surprise. 

Put your arms around me
Allow your moon to reflect off my sea

Too much time has passed you by
Come outside with and view the horizon up high

I've got my eyes set upon you
There's no need to feel blue

Hey boy comes, climb up this tree!
I'm going to show you all the things you can't touch, you can't see.

Lets fit the luxury and beauty of this world into our play.
Don't say them words that will set me free to walk away.

Take this kiss and see how it feel deep within your heart.
Close your eyes in my garden, and draw with the fragrance of art

I want to take you into that space, astronomy love.
Making it easy to float with the clouds way up above.

Glide away from the blame of gravity and self destruct.  
Bounce of the dust of hurt when you fall and get cut.

Boy, let's hold in this perfect air together.
Leave the cold end of someone else's weather.

Follow me beyond the distance of chemistry.
I will expose your moon and explain the physics of my sea. 

Give it another chance and you will see!
Your moon, is skin deep, needing water from me. 

Turn on the tune in your heart, and listen to me. 
In every sunrise, the moon entwines with the sea. 


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Across the Page



                                Walking a tightrope across my inner self…
                         Dare to look down pass the pages from my shelf…
                      It tells the story of the mind that sits outside my soul…
            Discolored and torn but the meaning still screams from what is whole…
                       Tiny scars stained by raindrops that never really dried… 
              Washed down my hand and caressed the tears I could never hide…
                                The journey left me crawling for my peace…
                                Onto a table beside a pen I sit and release…









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Jehovah-Shalom

    Come to me O lord that heals
           Not only my body but my spirit yield

    When I’m here in this place, I cry out to you Lord
            My words insignificant but my heart one accord

    You’ve shaped my life since I was eight
             You’ve dealt with my questions and my debate

    In my disobedience you showed me love
             Patiently waiting for me to again look above

    I know as I disappoint myself I do not disappoint You
             For in You all knowing, all loving You knew
                     That I could never go far and I grew
                             As You waited

     How long have You waited for your children to see
            That it’s all built on love and they’ve been deceived

     I cry out to You Jehovah to open our eyes
             Allow the things that have hindered to be now despised

     With good intentions we lost the truth
             Afford us Jehovah, the journey to find all truth

                     For if God is the truth and the truth is God
                             Then wisdom will begin where the journey ends 

 Shalom is the kind of peace that results from being a whole person in right                         

                        relationship to God and to one's fellow man.


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The Reflection

I stare in the mirror, my tears fall in vain
Can’t see my reflection through the veil of this pain.

Who is this person I struggle to see?
I don’t want to judge her but it’s surely not me.

This stranger I cast looks so tired and weak,
I wish I could help her but I’m frightened to speak.

Cause it’s dark and lonely in this shell where I’m bound
Where once there was laughter, is now void of sound.

and the beauty I knew in just yesterday’s time,
seems gone in an an instant with life’s rythym and rhyme…..

Then GOD he spoke child…What do you mean?
You’re more beautiful than anything that I’ve ever seen!

The reflection you cast it don’t matter to me,
What matters is that you can see what I see.

That your spirit is filled with a breath that is true.
And a beauty so deep that this world can’t undo.

I know that your journey seems to heavy to bear.
But I’ve given you family that love and who care.

So hold on tight through the dips and the turns,
For the ones who believe are the precious who learns.

And wether your journey is to stay here or go,
Please know I love you so much more than you know.

I wish I could tell you the beauty that awaits…
But you will know only, when you see heavens gates.


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Machu Pichu

A staff is more than handhold, its worn
to the grasp, trust in what fell down from above.

The llama's sure foothold fits like our staffs
in the rocks climbing upward to the top to the sky.

We risk the blaze of sun, for the wide wings of condor
soaring, spiraling, hunting for a meal, never assured

except for his hold on the sky, flight, supreme
over the rocks and tumbles and worn out straw

of season of cold passing into days of warmth.
The spindle clatter, the roil and curve of weft needle

a prayer to on high, like the spirals of rock to the sky
the sun speaking to us at feet, these are complete

to the rest and remain of our escape to safety
in the cradle of our summer retreat, waiting for stars

to fall among us, waiting for stars to carry us away
from homes built within a circle of spires, three spires

to bring the ley lines of power into our grasp, to offer
escape from the dust and dung we live in, amazed.


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The Heart's Yearning

From an early age she yearned for something great
What it was she did not know, but she really couldn’t wait

For many interests she had, both large and small
Her love of animals and great friendships, she grew with them all

An insecure father who controlled all around
Was mitigated by mom until she was ground down

All added to the general confusion we experience early in life
But our values and strength of character help us with strife

That we continuously face over our time on this earth
Which produces some grit and grime that impedes our search

For that pinnacle of happiness, whatever it is
The finding for some is like taking a quiz

On subjects we don’t quite understand
With no guarantee to reach that promised of lands

Of joy, contentment, bliss, all words that describe 
Whatever we believe is that ultimate ride

Her journey is similar to many of us
It’s good times and bad that cause a great fuss

Her strengths are vision and commitment to move towards a goal
Not letting “reality”, pain, or confusion take too great a toll

Understanding that it isn’t just reaching the end
But enjoying the journey and making sure you ascend

To that place of places we all want to be
Our true heart’s yearning, I think you’ll agree

For her specifically, that is to say for my wife
She’s given me all that I wanted in life

A great family including kids, dogs, cats, horses, and then some
And encouragement to go after a calling that was right under my thumb

She’s a great friend, and remarkably so
That I want her to have that additional glow 

That comes from achieving her ultimate heart’s yearning
Making something out of nothing, using passion and life’s learning.


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Life's Driven Road

Where does one start a journey, a journey to their where Whilst a peripheral life abounds, in continual I don't care On their journey of ones life, no mediation to reason Whilst in the depths of married life, can lie continual treason For in these continual lies, no care to their past It's the path of life's driven road, that ends their starting last <*>


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No lipstick on this trip - Contest

Here I sit all alone
On an island I will call home
For the next ten years or more
How , why, what is the score

I have my trusty tool
A Swiss Army knife is nobody’s fool
A waterproofed  large awning
Giving me shelter dusk to morning

From sun and rain alike
That the second of my likes
My third I had to peruse
So many things I could choose

The bible brought itself to the fore
Has so many stories, I had read before            
Nothing else can I choose
These three items I peruse

My knife with its many blades
Though horses hooves are in the shade
The awning I can wrap around
Or pin it out on the ground 

My choices three I hold in awe
Damn forgot a lipstick wish there were four

October 6th 2013


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Take Me to That Place

Take me to that place where all my dreams come true
Where love flutters about and is ever new

Take me to that place where I forget to cry
Where delightful pleasures bring contented sigh  

Take me to that place where I’m forever young
Where my heart sings the songs for years left unsung

Take me to that place where fears cannot abide
Where fantasies frolic and thrive by your side

Take me to that place where passion is set free
Where nothing is denied but is meant to be 

Take me to that place of surrender and release
Where longings unfulfilled will finally cease

Take me to that place where life is promised sweet
Where peace, joy and laughter each day I can greet

Take me, my love, take me, I’m faint and forlorn
I promise in taking, you will be reborn.

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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Equus Poeticus Variabilis

I’m riding your horse, no giddyap allowed,
simply plunge into the deepest unknown.

Your voice sets the pace, it whispers 
into the ears of my ride, sometimes they twitch

sometimes they find water, sometimes 
the waterfalls absorb all thought. I lean

over neck, sample horse blood like a vampire, 
like a computer’s command mode

taking over my brain, allowing my heart
to beat in tune, my feet to turn to hooves

and kick up or canter, moving with the rhythm
and flow, feeling the sweat of the sun

overhead and the damp of shady pines
and raking the grasses until they rustle over skin.

This is how I know you: the whisper on the wind
the stroke along my frame, the bed stead 

in which I dream, the places of unimagined
like a lure, a bait, overtaking me, leading 

me down a road I’ve never found
until you lent the movement of ride forever. 


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Through Cobalt Blues I Drifted

This journey of which you now read, happens to many of us
It's what happened to me, my thoughts through the waves in discuss

It was on a normal day, I was fishing on craggy rocks
When out of the blue it came, this wave and me became locked

Salted eyes and gasping for air, hazed glimpses of where I once stood
My thoughts in flickering capture, the youngest of our family brood

The last catch of land I see, as I'm trawled so far into this blue
My heart emitting signals from their youngest, I, their loving true

Deeper and deeper I'm swallowed, marine life simply abounds
For marvels they definitely are, just like those marvels on common ground

Nearly ten minutes has passed, yet I'm as alert as I would normally be
My eyes now appear to be customised, as I view what's all around me

Dolphins play chasing Tuna, Hammerheads patrol like guards
Species like the Mola Mola, so wonderful, their definitely stars

Momentarily I glimpse through the light, as it diminishes into cobalt blues
The sights that I start to see, are species in identity confuse

Upon a fallen whale, it's carcass in steadily clean
Are hundreds of half meter Hag Fish, of them I wouldn't like to dream

Suddenly a movement catches my eye, a Sixgill Shark swims close to me
Strangely I don't feel nervous at all, beside this marvel of the seas

This flowing through these cobalt blues, is like a feeling I've never known
Was there a desire on this day, for the wave to take me, now shown

This journey of which you now read, happens to many of us
On a beach many hours later I awoke, around the schools I now discuss

When ever you are close to the waters, whether oceans, lakes or seas
Me, well I have no answers, be careful and you won't be me



*~*


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Architects of Humanitarian Crises

Copyright © 2008 #03
4/12/2008 // (Edited: 1/22/2013/lp
(a historical glimpse of humanity's rise)

*This poetic epic begins with the
greatest sin against humanity

*This poem is dedicated to all
serving and protecting the
¨Basic Rights of Mankind¨

Once, mankind was forgiven from sin
but continue to embrace it like a trend

After the Flood many nations strolled
some didn´t want true history told

All mankind has got to realize
humanity had been vandalized

A few condemmed HIM to a Cross
and mankind became a hope lost

His testimony was like no other
a promise bonding men as brothers

So, was it hate, shame or pride?
The Shroud of Turin now abide

Something embedded itself into minds
their egos separated mankind thru time

From images of Christ to the Sphinx
mankind altered their faces with ink

Societies increased across the land
but some became marauding bands

Enslaved many to learn their ways
called indentured servants nowadays

Learning finally opened many minds
forbidden to most throughout time

Conquering became a lust
many thought they must

Barbarians embraced warfare
believing in war over prayer

Some journeyed to build
but most decided to steal

Robbing nations precious gold
slaughtering the young, and old
another story that was not told

Saw oppressing others was nice
ensnared some as their sacrifice

Oppression increased in the land
because of the barbarian's plan

Their business began to boom
and corruption shot to the moon

America, land of morality and hope
still someone was signing for dope

Capital´ism made a few very rich
sin and immorality, Islam tried to fix
paganism and Communism a glitch
a conflict to shove Christianity in a ditch

Old governments embraced the Klan
still got history's blood on their hand.

Kept society busy with Santa Claus
knowing its origin is spiritually false

They knew global warming was real
maybe too late, this just sent a chill

Interested learning secrets of the brain
Drug gangs driving societies insane

Kids with little future left in sight
hopes dwindled like the Knight

Then, later came Robin Hood
with good news from the wood

Someone revived human rights
still, some decided not to fight

No need for humantarian crises
diabolical plans rolling the dices

These sinful plans between hands
slaughtering the lambs of the land

We need to fix this mess
before we come to rest

Most of  world history twisted
some are now rying to fix it

For some Nations, it was too late
capital'ism quickly sealed their fate

Africa was a continent very rich
...now realizing it is in a ditch
never should´ve trusted Mitch

I even heard the Rossette Stone
was hidden in someone´s home

The secrets of Giza
painted in Mona Liza

Even the Eyptian Sphinx
tried to give mankind a wink
now hides her missing links

And, the pyramids contained a sacred Key
stolen by those not wanting us to be free

Someone hide Pandora´s Box
with final desination Fort Knox

Even, saw the Bible's Holy Grail
shipped by Fed-Ex Express Mall

Most gold, and precious artifacts
was found stolen, and hijacked

It´s hard for most to understand
they kept us busy with their plan

So, in this life we must cast our vote
moving forward with faith and hope

Those affected have become a scorn
got them hungry from dusk to dawn

World economies causing a recess
ego and pride got us in a big mess

The Middle East became a feast.
I wonder who planned that piece?

They say Mohammed started this fuss.
through history who dare finger Guss?

These differences in world religions
still affecting mankind's decisions

Humanity began in Africa and Irak
but millions destituted in a shack

The Americas to China has similiar pain
but yrants' view them as a social stain

And, there was oil for food
but someone became rude

So, once again East meets West
fighting over another treasure chest

Expenses reaching trillions
recovery costing billions
death in the millions

The greatest gift is charity
why concentrate on disparity?

We need to fix this mess
or earth soon to rest

Mismanagement of world funds
resources available by the tons

The poor and depair need more
still someone's locking the door

Feeling no guilt with pride
and the fortunes they hide

Corruption and terrorism sown
by a few of government´s own

Someone´s selfish plans ahead
have now made us very afraid...
maybe baked or nuked instead

Distitute's nourishment is baked dirt
nothing else or their stomachs hurt

Most of the time with nothing to eat
weeping for a peaceful night sleep

The 3 pathways to Heaven are narrow
selfish can learn from the sparrow.

When the next ATOM splits and divide
some gonna try to run and hide
knowing they deceived many and lied

So, don´t worry about a thing tonight
soon GOD will make things alright

Then, all children will be able to play
The Prince of Peace will come to stay

So, remember before it´s over
they too needed a shoulder

by: LP


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A POLITICAL FORUM

Salutations Soupers! I am told this is not a political forum.
Why is my poetry-poesy in decorum?
__________________________________|
April 18, 2014
Single Couplet End Rhyme
For Contest!


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A soul awakened

Just as our world is awakened by the morning sun
Our robe of life awakens, for a new day has begun

Our spirit activated, when refilled, with a night of rest
As the soul, within all life, takes flight, for this days test

Today my soul's awakened, by watching children play
Running thru a field of tall grass, that I must mow today

As the sense of a hard days work, gives me a joy within
The smell of fresh mowed hay, intoxicates, like bathtub gin

Agitated when past days I see, through a hollow stare
Images of loss, death, strife, will always bring a prayer

A humans robe is awakened by a soul which never sleeps
A personification of God, embedded in us, but is his for keeps

A soul awakes, from the kiss of that angel lying in your bed
This woman, you've promised to cherish, on the day you wed

May the words I've penned on this paper awaken your soul 
To Remind you, of the true joy awaiting you, while you stroll


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THE PURSUING SELF - A COLLAB


Bestowed with life by One powerful Divine
Gracious with His love scintillating shine

I traverse roads: rose and weeded grounds
Flaming with a soldier's will to expound

From dawn begins my journey til sun sets
So many roads bided, my ownself to sweat

Courage bullets, I fire and fire
Pursuing success my ringing desire

Wait! hold on,don't go fast, echoes
Rush runs may thud a sporadic tempo
 
I have seen caterpillars dying as butterflies
Buds bloom, spreading aroma, by-and-by

The angelic aroma invites prosperity brush
It's rouge shows maturation like royal flush

Bravely. I go forth to reach every dream
Conquering beyond foggy upstream

If my own-self, a rebellion, resisting me
Earthquake moan to call a break-free.

Kaleidoscope faces became my preachers
A halo or a tail experience: my teachers

Tricky battalion of pressures stressing
Yet, camouflage trials bomb to blessings

Rewarding me with laughter and tears
Adding tons of memories to my years

Evolving beautiful to each season stir
Wisdom and love, now, my own myrrh

If I shall die this very day,
I hope my legacy not a dismay...

(C) Olive Eloisa and Malik Yaseen
9:38pm
September 23, 2014


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Dancing Through Life

When she was only one, standing beside the couch,
heard the music's beat and began to dance about.

At nine, in ballet, she impressed us with her grace,
tap danced as if born to it, jitterbugged at a furious pace.
 
At age 16, young and full of herself, full of life and joy,
she danced most every night with boyfriend Robert Roy.

Dancing on through the years with baby on her shoulder,
her feet tap-tapping, she hardly noticed growing older.

With hair gray and kids away, she joined the Country line;
performed in nursing homes, joyfully danced to double time.

She won contests at Silver Games; they hung a medal on'er.
She glowed, she beamed, as if she'd received a great honor.

Offspring gathered with sadness bearing down.
Her finger pointed upward, "Wipe those frowns."

From her bed she smiled and winked an eye.
"I'll dance on golden streets now," she sighed goodbye.


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Anthony and Cleo

Such a famous duo is Anthony and Cleo
Faced with them, even Cupid would bow low

A love so tragic
Life must surely have been so catastrophic

With a heart as big as the whole universe
Cleo made it felt the power of her curse

Love today turned so sinful
Lust thriving on top of it so bountiful

Love, when unfulfilled,
Becomes so difficult to be killed

That is why like Anthony and Cleo
Your most loved one you must not let go


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Darts

Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow
Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now

Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more
Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four

The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend
Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend

The steel point of eyes bore into my neck
My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck

I lose the match; the wife won’t give me a kiss 
I wish I could have been anything else than this... 


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Chasing away the blues

I have lived in a contest with life until now,
Not to be afraid in anticipation I now solemnly vow..................

I have cheated my fears alright,
I have broken up with my doubts uptight.

I got engaged to my faith last night,
I married my dreams at the sight of first light.

I am not afraid to get up today,
I am not afraid to wake up to another day today,

I am not afraid to open my eyes today,
I am not afraid to climb out of bed today.

I see beyond and am not afraid any more,
I see beyond and am not afraid any more.

I am ready to face the world all alone,
I am ready to do anything to walk up the stepping stone.

I am ready to say anything to anyone,
I am ready to talk to anyone under the sun.

I am ready to yell from mountain tops,
I am ready to dive from ravine drops.

I am ready to walk for a cause,
I am ready to run to protect environmental laws.


I am ready to understand tangled issues,
I am ready to wipe all tears with tissues.


I am ready to jump out from a moving truck,
I am ready to pull my allies from loads of muck.

I am ready to be creative again,
I am ready to write and spill out my joys and pain.

I am ready to sing my own songs,
I am ready to correct my own wrongs.

I am ready to throw a stone afar,
I am ready to play my own music for all with the door ajar.


I am ready to write notes about me,
I am ready to put them up for all to see.

I am ready to whistle whilst I walk down the alley,
I am ready to pluck the fruits from the orchards of Sally.

I see beyond and am not afraid any more,
I see beyond and am not afraid any more.


contest: chasing away the blues


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Tomorrow

Copyright © 2014 
08..13.2014 

What will tomorrow bring 
  current crises must be a dream.

ISIS gaining desert steam 
  like a locomotive they seem.

Putin's Russia returning COLD 
  last Cold War not that old.

Whole town of Ferguson up in smoke 
  illegal shooting for an ounce of dope and
  militarized police even destroying hope. 

Fallen Angels and GOD'S Promise 
  End of Time events now upon us. 

So, what will tomorrow bring 
  current crises got us dreaming.

Prophesied, a war against Satan's Allies 
 defeated by a shout from the skies.

Some say it is Biblical, and must come 
  an in-bound missile, or an Angel's hum,
  or maybe that asteroid they could avoid 
  but by HIS Word, our Savior, and Lord.

Voices of Liberty sought a better destiny 
  so shall by HIS Power the faithful to be.

Many refused to admit there was a climate change 
  now our planet's system permanently rearranged.

So, what will tomorrow bring 
  current crises must be a dream.

These crises of 2014 - 2019 
  might not be what they seem.

by: LPruitt 
edited: Aug 15, 2014/11:35pm 
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The School Bus

Dom and Georgia caught the bus,
And boarded it without a fuss.
Although the bus was bound for school
They found the journey rather cool.

Dom leapt on and found a seat.
He opened up a pack of sweets
And turning on his MP3
Yelled “Frasier, come and sit with me!”

Georgia, being more sedate
Settled down by her best mate
And chatted as the bus drove on,
Of last night’s homework and so on.

Dom and Frasier, being boys,
Were now creating quite noise.
And as the journey seemed quite slow,
They looked around for stuff to throw.

Tutting, Georgia shook her head
Wishing she was still in bed.
She wondered should she tell her mother
All about her naughty brother.

“Lob this at Tom!” and Frasier brandished
What looked like half a moldy sandwich.
I bet you a strawberry lace
That you can’t land it on his face.

“I’ll take that bet mate!” Dom said grinning
(Through the air the bread went spinning).
“I bet you a further fiver
You’ll never throw it at the driver!”

From the back there came a shout,
As Andy gave Marie a clout.
Responding to a double dare
Jack put gum in Mary’s hair.
While tony tried to count his feet
Alice pushed him from his seat,
And as she didn’t like his look
She also ate his science book.

The driver pulled the handbrake on
And shouted to the boisterous throng
“We’re here you lot, leave me alone!
I’ll see you on the way back home.”


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Realm Of Imagination

Lost in my realm of imagination
where i seek wonders of skillful investigations

While i am imprisoned in my creative mind
i am never too surprised of all i find

I am not quite i simply reserve my thoughts
it carefully selects another and then exports

Do not dismiss me upon your judgement
but engrave yourself in my secret development

Inquire if you may
i assure nothing will fray

Lost i may be i find my way back
coz in my journey i find there's nothing i lack


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A Simple Man's Words 2K13

I am but a man treading a brief dream.
I'm but a man rowing a sacred stream.

A student of life seeking knowledge yet;
Contented with the cotton therein his closet.


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What I see when I read other peoples poems

  
When I put myself in the reader’s shoes, 

My mind it unlocks my heart becomes fused, 

So many paths are written about, 

Some with emotional pain, fear and doubt, 

Some just admire love and the rain, 

Some people’s words are written in vain, 

Whatever the journey I can jump right in, 

Words have no boundary’s they start where my eyes begin, 

Echoes of sadness transfer through to my chest, 

Welding the pieces of alone and depressed, 

Confusion and clutter glued to their verses, 

Lyrics and styles some blessings and some curses,

Some intellectually murder expression, 

While others navigate me through lust and obsession, 

Some make declarations, oaths and pledges, 

Language can break through all previous wedges, 

Others can take me back to long ago, 

During wars of succession that troubled them so, 

Drifters and seekers, 

My fellow poets are speakers,

Unraveling time, 

By a single rhyme, 

Just like the lyrics of King David, 

Heartache and trouble can leave some jaded, 

But when others can take that journey with you again, 

All from a poets notebook and pen, 

The past comes alive and the present becomes real, 

Dirt roads aren’t as scary and soldiers finally heal, 

Our souls become one by the words we do speak, 

So take time to read another persons week, 

For their lessons may be the energy that saves some youth, 

Their story’s may be the emotion that engrave in your heart truth,

Take a moment to walk through someone else's mind, 

There is no telling what you will find. 


By: Sabina Nicole


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A glance

The engine roared as from it steam poured 
Rain drops hissed as the black metal they kissed

All filed out as the suited man began to shout

One man stood alone
Nervous, but never checking his phone

A glance back he took,
Just one look

A glance at another life,
 but you only get one
And here is where his begun
He repeated as he climbed aboard 
The glance back seeming more absurd
	But still was made
	And these never fade

From the windows dark of night
Soon this town will be out of sight

His mind wonders away 
Longing for the beginning of a new day

Long ago he paid his fee
But still able to see
	To see a Sunday service
	A little boys glance with a purpose

Shaking his head 
As if to forget all that was said

As the suited man ask for his pass
The glance he can’t surpass

Memories crash his face
Like the icy rain covering this place

They are so clear
Shooting to the heart of his fear
As his body begins to steer

        They are but a few
        Such a boy in a church pew
-Years later
	The apologized for kiss
	As he prayed not to miss
	The long goodbye
	Where she began to cry
	
	

His car door he shuts 
As on word he struts

	A lifetime ago
	A girl he came to know
	From across the isle
	He saw her smile
	Stealing the first glance
	But never taking a chance
Tonight it happened once again

He saw his dreams
But it wasn’t as it seems

It wasn’t a ticket to a new place
But sunlight gleaming off her face

It wasn’t a new town
But something he long ago found
So as the rain fell all around,
Her door he started to pound


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AWAKENING

Dark is the night when no star shines;
Deep is the fright when darkness dines.

Dark is the day when light feeds dark;
Deep is the stray that kills fine spark.

Dark is the soul lost in the mire;
Deep is the hold of evil fire.

Dark is the man lost in the heat;
Deep is the span in haze and peat.

Dark is the life lost in the world;
Deep is the strife in maze and swirl.

Dark is the time when all seems lost;
Deep is the grime in barren cause.

Dark is the taste that plunder flings;
Deep is the waste yet grace now springs.

Awaken now to change of heart;
Grace cheers endow to bless new start.


Leon Enriquez
12 Apr 2014
Singapore


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A Lifetime Costs No Dime

It is a small world to sail 
through sweetheart,
if you have got love, it 
makes the journey smart,
you are going to sleep on 
mighty mountains
and wake up to enjoy the 
freshest fountains.
Having hope to cope all 
through a lifetime
is a gift of love and it does 
not cost a dime.

It is a small world to sail 
through sweetheart,
if you have got love, it 
makes the journey smart.
You won't be fooled, 
flowers will soon fade:
faithful friendship, calling a 
spade a spade
is a gift of love that glows 
through lifetime,
it is invaluable yet it doesn't 
cost a dime.

It's a small world to sail 
through sweetheart,
if you've got love, it make 
the journey smart,
echoes of joy sound from a 
million miles,
the sunshine sends you 
sweetest of smiles;
such gifts of love flows 
beyond a lifetime,
freely given to us, it does 
not cost a dime.


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I T could mean

…say independent tour
A time to gradually burst out
Out of one’s shell in LAUTECH’s pouch
Something within says ‘thank God I’m free.’
Deeper I know I have only come to see
What the future really taste like
Step by step I must peruse around without even a bike 
I must look and talk like the wise
Give a concise report of my tour avoiding lies
This tour would one day be technically judge
Though an independent tourist, I cannot dodge

…say Important Temptation/Trial/Test
A time to see if I actually have a stand
When money and love will shake my hand
Something within says ‘This’s no test but rest’
Deeper I know if it is not God, it is no rest
So I must decide where I belong
Even if others mock me as we journey along.
Truly there may be no saint to see
And encourage my believe
Yet I must be sincere to my God 
And bow not to any little god

…say Internal Training
A time to gather knowledge for the future
Build one’s self and set a standard picture
At a time I said, ‘I wish all this end’
Deeper I know if I slack, the future might bend
So I must build now mental strength
 Enlarge my reasoning breadth and length
‘How will I start to impact my generation?’
In my career without unnecessary imitation
And spiritual principles too
Must not  be under emphasized  as I journey through


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The Stuff

the stuff legends are made of mysteries from the skies                                                    lightning marks the spot as allusive as the thunder birds cry                                        hidden in the rocks of time one warrior leaped through                                                  but many treasure hunters lost never find the clues                                                     silver and gold they cannot find blinded by their light                                                         like the protector of jealous fire do hidden warriors still fight                                             as he saw the shape shifting men dawn their wings and fly                                              like Hiawatha heavenly messenger The Great Peace they hide                                           guarded by legends some are figures of the true                                                                but greedy men search for Jonathan swift's mine too                                                      on bloody ground maybe hidden in the blue jacketed hills of Kentucky                                 Wyandotte Shawnee Iroquois Mohawks slayed the stories grow mucky                             or maybe some other ground may lay far through an ice cave                                       rock art showing compass but in winter they lose their way                                          from Solomon's mine or golden cities men do temporally search                                      not leaving it behind like Boone's trail to seek the true church                                            asking Jesus for truth and looking for the day that ends abrupt                                        do not lay treasures upon earth where thieves steal and rust corrupts


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Confidence

Every day I will excel,
Where I end up,
Only time will tell,
I hope to succeed in life’s hardest times,
And keep my problems inside these rhymes,
Every missed moment is the shutting of a door,
Luckily I know that will open plenty more,
The chances I’ve gotten in the past,
They don’t tend to stay,
They don’t tend to last,
The future ahead can be very bright,
So much of course I may lose my sight,
But only of course if I stare too long,
I need to take action,
I can’t go about it wrong,
The goal is to focus on the task at hand,
My attitude will not turn bad,
I will take a stand…


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What is their secret

“What is their secret?" it is no secret at all                                                                       If you would have heeded the call                                                                           Living longer than the atheist no wonder                                                                           their secular atheistic stats a blunder                                                                        Showing less crime for they have the sheep                                                                  scared of a government that never sleeps                                                                         A true Christian does so much less crime                                                                  persecution they will suffer told afore time                                                                        The violence done to them no big secret                                                                        but as the begin so comes the end history repeats                                                  Holding better promises than this world can offer                                                          better way of life a place above an enduring coffer                                                        Not afraid to die for their faith free from fear of death                                                   the Lord Jesus breathed upon us His loving breath                                                        Violence done to the image of God I love my brother’s seen                                           You know not my Father but a brother you could have been                                               I forgive them all Father they know not your secret like the apostle Paul                         until you showed your marvelous light “What is their secret?" It is no secret at all             -       *           A Chinese Communist, who delivered many Christians to their execution, came to a pastor and said: "I’ve seen many of you die. The Christians die differently. What is their secret?"


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The Call

Counting the days
   And endless ways
      To get to you
Endless void 
     From this vantage point
     Looking uphill, afar
     So far,
                To get to you
Dedication, trepidation
                 Uncertainty so sure
                                   Walking to your
                 Ever-loving lure
Marching, a beat
Orders
          (not barked)
Willing shod slipping feet
           Crossing land, borders,
           Foreign street
Getting our minds
            Around marching orders
Obstacles, blocks, rocks abound
            Tumbling down by the trumpet sound
Victory, victorious,
            -	More than that –
                More than over-comers

Less tit-for-tat
Heeding the call,
             Stumble and fall,
                          But get up,
                     Get up
                           (just like st. Paul)
Forging ahead,
Raising the dead
                 Stepping in purpose
                 And purpose in step…


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Bridges through life

Bridges through life
Whether dancing through lifes circle or sitting in the pews, 
the world is full of wonder and knee-jerk news..
For those full of spite and woeful complaining, 
the world is full of darkness with no hope remaining...
For those full of love and caring, 
the world is full of warmth in sharing..
So take that chance to build many bridges 
elevating love and lifes many privileges..
You can make this world a beautiful place
if you toss away frowns and put smiles on a face.
But you are who you are smart as a fox;
why confine yourself to a bleak little box?
When all the bull*****and fiction turn into fact
Don't destroy your bridges, leave them intact
The journey stops with the ending day
you will never again pass along that way
You spanned the chasm and turned the tide
now look back in safety from the other side
There are generations that will follow
who need your bridges to cross their hollow
They will laugh at uncovering a hidden gem
and realise these bridges were built just for them


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HOMEBOUND WAYFARER

There begins here in timeless now:
Love steers good cheer... being endows!

There is a tale that conceals truth;
Beyond this veil, ample with proof.

There is a void clearer than most:
A nameless void that transcends boast.

There is feeling where no words touch;
No explaining can cover much!

There is a blur that knows all stuff:
All-knowing blur that shapes all stuff.

There is a voice that speaks so soft...
If I by choice heed what's aloft?

There is a sense of knowing, still...
Beyond all tense, a divine will.

There is a song: strains of beauty
Where truth speaks strong in ecstasy.

There is a place: beyond, within...
Where time and space collapse, unseen!

There is a smell fragrant with peace
Beyond mind's spell: love floods all ease.

There is a scent fragrant and grand
That heaven sends to ease ascend.

There is a sound: eternal, true
That hints and grounds, and calls to you.

There is a glimpse where stillness peeps:
Void beyond dreams... deeper than deep.

There is a pulse beyond this rhyme
Where no impulse can match each chime.

There is a gap where sleepers know
That strange sure map that knowing knows!

There is a time, timeless not frail
Where pulse and rhyme can't walk the trail.

There is non-sense that contains all --
All save pretense; where ego falls.

There is a naught that contains each
Yet void or naught that's hard to reach!

There is no-thing that holds all stuff
In change and fling, more than enough!

There is a place beyond this face
Of worldly pace, beyond all space.

There is a fount cascading all:
Where plain and mount change, falter, fall.

Here wayfarer, now homeward bound:
Be true seeker, watch what comes round!

Here light-bearer, set your true sights:
Know wayfarer, witness the light!

There is a bliss: no body-mind...
Not that, not this! Here love designs.

Follow your heart, let mind be calm;
Let soul impart true hymn and psalm.

Follow your feel, in-sync with soul;
Love comes to heal, to make you whole.

Be bold, be brave, be true to you;
Be seer, be knave, be simply you!


Leon Enriquez
28 Feb 2014
Singapore


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COLLECTOR


Fancy finds me so many flings:
Things of beauty that sure time brings.

Curious fancy seeks fond allure:
This and that see precious and pure.

Greet new keepsake in subtle stuff:
Mellow wit takes beyond enough.

Zesty notions of weird flavours:
Fine devotion in bright colours.

Touch of finesse in hues and tints:
I am witness to silent hints.

So much to add to keeper's code:
Trinkets make glad in buying mode.

Miniature books in special norms:
Library looks a dazzling form.

I keep in mind my sacred finds:
Trust fond align for keepsake kind.

This vast hobby in lovely books:
Tomes now lobby for reading looks.

I sit here now with fond content:
Read truth's endow in clear intent.

A book in hand is my best friend:
Thought motion sends an affluent trend.

I collect things that talk to me:
Beauty now sings to set me free.

So many things to dazzle me:
Heart pulls the strings to let me be.



Leon Enriquez
13 July 2014
Singapore


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Take Her Home

Time is slowly coming to an end
Unsure of what is around that next bend
Awaiting for the final curtain call
Body tired of juggling so many different balls
Knowing that everything has been fulfilled  and done
Rewarding was the journey - although not always fun
Everything she had hoped to have done for now
Accomplished miraculously somehow
Happy memories locked deep in her heart
Loved ones will always hold a special part
Each day her heart cries out what seems in vain
Wanting the chance to end this never ending pain
Reaching out to anyone she may love
Wanting her soul to be free like a beautiful dove
How she prays silently inside every night
This suffering and torment she endures is not right
Misty eyes she looks up the great blue sky
All she can mutter inside is "Why God Why"
Every day she faces a world unknown to her alone
Her husband of 50 years has passed on before her now
She longs to join him someway somehow
Tired of being alone and in pain for so many years
Lord there is only one way to dry her tears
Her life has been full and journey long
In your Kingdom she know belongs
Call her home and let her rest now
Although she will be missed - we will carry on somehow