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A Gift From God - A Sonnet

I am a wish a prayer from mortals lips
That reached heaven and  touched God’s fingertips
And returned to earth wrapped in flesh and blood
A  gift from God’s unconditional  love

So love and cherish me as God does you
And guide and teach me well in all I do
And through the years a garden we will grow
Filled with the fragrant beauty of the rose

And on the day I reach maturity
And feel the need like leaves to leave the tree
To show the world the colors that are  me
Rejoice in all the beauty that you see

For I am your  child the gift that God gave
No More than a wish and a prayer -  away. 

Author:  Elaine George

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Kiss Mark of the Sun

When the sun sets and says its sweet goodbye,
It leaves an immense kiss mark on the sky,
A promise that it’ll return tomorrow,
To take away all our fears and sorrow.

Its kiss mark is dappled with lavender,
Birds hover above  to feel its wonder,
The silhouettes of mountains and the trees,
An art of prosperity, joy and peace.

Its kiss mark is in hue of pink and red,
A fiery love of God sent with roses,
Feel its tranquility and its warmness,
Panacea on worries that come ahead.

Crimson sky is the kiss mark of the sun,
A dazzling beauty since the world  begun.

May 19, 2013

First Place
Contest: Crimson Sky
Judged: 5/19/2013
Sponsor: Poet Skat

First Place
Contest: Your Best 2013
Judged: 1/7/14
Sponsor: My loving greatest poet, PD

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I feel God's breath in nature

Irish sonnet

I feel Gods breath in nature

The birds are singing. Beautiful it be
The trees are swaying on the morning breeze
Oh how it fills me with such mystery
Oh my, how nature fills me with such ease
I love the flowers; love the birds, and trees
I feel Gods breath in everything that grows
Something it glows within the heart of me
A force of love so deep within me flows
When I’m with nature something in me knows
That God is good, how can this not be true
When birds sing out, I always feel his glow
The perfume of the flowers brings it too
Oh, nature, how she thrills me through, and through
Seems, God is there in everything I do

17 November 2014

Irish Sonnet
Obviously influenced by the English sonnet there ia also still a Celtic influece in making a link from stanza to stanza.. It still follows the three quaterns and a couplet pattern, but each stanza is linked to the next giving a rhyme pattern of;
a. b. a. b. . b. c. b. c. . c. d. c. d. .d.d.
Here is an example. It is written in 10 syllables throughout.

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Breathing in her scent from days gone by
Brings a smile and tears of joy to my eye
Blessings I can count are few and far between
But her beauty is the best I've ever seen

A night of passion, a night of romance
A nighttime lover, I'm lost in her trance
All night together until the rise of the sun
Angels surround us when we were as one

By the glow of the moon we shared a kiss
Beautiful memories, from our night of bliss
Blessings from heaven bestowed upon me
Bringing me happiness the world can see

Each day I remember her radiant beam
Each night I pray that it wasn't a dream

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Gentle Summer Rain Art

Featuring:)  Giorgio Veneto

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.



~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~

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Your Kiss

Your kiss is so rapturous my great love;
Your red lips are like red rubies precious;
A love quite special in Heaven above;
And ever no doubt much and more precious.

I know my emotions soar very high;
Your thoughts always pervade my thoughts so true;
You shall never have to ask when and why;
We share our love passion so very true.

Your kiss will always be my special bliss; 
Your touch and caress so gentle so warm;
Our eyes gaze softly as we move to kiss;
And our love will be so sweet and so warm.

And by all on Earth I value so much,
Nothing compares with your kiss and your touch!    
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
(October 14, 2014) (Shakespearean Sonnet)

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Whilst walking through the woods

Whilst walking through the woods one day
A crystal brook there, shone so gay
The sun was shining oh' so bright
As brook reflected all it's light

Buzzing insects all around
Oh' they made a delightful sound
Birds flew upwards to the sky
These parrots made a hue and cry

Carpet of flowers with lovely scent
It seemed this morn way heaven sent
The flowers opened to the sun
This walk for me was so much fun

Sheep bleated from far away
Oh it was such a lovely day

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Your Beauty

Your beauty encapsulated in a word
Perhaps one you never have heard
Coming from the depths of my soul
Into the moonlit night it will stroll

Looker, knockout, sweetheart, stunner
Words that often make you wonder
Do they really know the true you
Or just superlatives that they threw

The words they spew are just fluff
They don't even come close enough
Elegant, alluring, charming, fine
Each one used as a pickup line

The word for you I haven't penned
Your beauty is that you're my friend

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Ode to Autumn

Earth’s sphere of fire bids adieu to me

As dying embers gleam across the sea

In rare hues reflected by autumn trees,

Swirling in motion with October’s breeze.

I feel the joy this season has to share

In golden harvest that the branches bear,

And I am thankful for this blessed year,

For divine abundance I share so dear.

The sun and moon take on a special glow

As thunder clouds move swiftly with the flow.

Yes, autumn coaxes feelings to revive,

Those mem’ries of past seasons still alive.

When autumn spreads her dress of lacey frost

I know, in breathless beauty, I’ll be lost.

© 2013 Connie Marcum Wong

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What Our Dreams Are Made Of

Dearest one I think so very often of our special love,
And thank God above daily for that chance meeting,
For this Darling is what our dreams are made of—
And makes seeing you always such a special greeting!

Dreams are the mystical fabric of poets’ ink and verses,
And reflect emotions and tears very special and so rare;
For one’s heart and soul weave into these very verses,
While poets ponder passion pure and love so ever rare!

I sense and see the sweet tears from your eyes so true;
Real emotions they show me always my dearest love,
And your thoughts and passion never leave me blue,
For this Darling is what our dreams are made of—

Our love’s so real and special as we walk life’s path as One,
Knowing our dreams are made of love for two—now One!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
December 9, 2014 (Shakespearean Sonnet in Rhyme poetic format)

Rhyme Sequence:  abab|cdcd|efef|gg
Meter:  Varied	

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Eye of the Beholder

A child's beauty contest I watched in such awe;
  young girl in a wheelchair to her father, his all.
Escorting her on stage with such grace and pride;
 each so blessed to be at the others' side.

A fragile princess in a purple pageant dress;
 twirling her first in her chair then lifting her to his chest.
Their dance so inspiring; such an enchanting sight;
 so gently he lifted her high up to the sky.

Sparkling, bright eyes and the most beautiful smile;
 none deserving of a crown more than this precious child.
An imperfect body, viewed as a gift from above;
 her beauty matched only by a father's boundless love.

Beauty in my eyes is not found in perfection;
 but in acceptance, uniqueness, love and dedication.

June 29, 2014
Contest: Encore-anonymous positive new sonnet
Sponsor: Elly Wouterse

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A Lover's Query

A Lover's Query

I cannot love thee any more , nor less
hast thou not thrilled to my nightly embrace
cried about sins I faithfully confess
in shock at my previous sinner's race?

Nay, fair lady think me not a high fool
a master of deceit that sells my charm
tormentor in words so very cruel
ruffian that scurries about to harm!

My lady, looks at me the cock that crows
that preens in the morning to please the Sun
strutting, pleasing your eyes as our love grows
do you speak soft and I come on a run?

Do we not share this secret lover's bond?
Secret nights of which you are very fond?

Robert J. Lindley  08-25-2014

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Dance and fly round the same old pond;
Ride the free breeze in sun and rain;
Achieve brief grounds with instincts fond;
Glide as you squeeze calm flutter plain;
Observe the scope of man-made stuff;
Now at long last the moment here;
Feel oozing hope not quite enough;
Linger just past the gate of cheer;
Yield to the light that soon must fade.
Heed the warning in joy and grief;
Ask for true sight when deed gets paid;
Imbue knowing in last light brief;
Keep poise of voice in choice that springs;
Urge fuels warm poise with mellow fling.

Leon Enriquez
02 March 2015

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Moon is my Muse

Gracing the night as a pale shining sphere
Shedding her beams o'er the land far and near
Gliding along with the curtain of stars
With her companions, bright Venus and Mars

Light all around me reflects on the snow
Bathed in the presence of Luna's fair glow
Moonlight the same over thousands of years
Shines on the earth as a comfort to fears

Moon that is full, or a crescent that wanes
On through the ages, fair Luna remains
Kissing the slumbering earth with her light
Shining in beauty so soft through the night

As the earth does endure, as the ages roll by
May the moon ever shine as a lamp in the sky

~ Written 2/26/13 for the Moon is my Muse Contest. First Place.

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Through the glaze from first of morning, When Aurora spreads her brocade Her tassels weave through sunlight’s ring Shimmering on rows of grassy blade. And midstream, the ponds decorate A shore dotted with tulips red In vivid inlays, quite ornate While dawn’s charm explodes, overhead. Painted by some godly delight A daybreak’s grandeur shines aloft That I, a keeper of the night Lay wide- awake on prairies soft. Beholden by sun's harmony The wisp of heaven breathes in me. Anonymous Positive Sonnet Contest Sponsor: Elly Waterouse: dated 7/12/2014

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Into the Gloaming

Beneath the weeping willow
A gentle figure swings
Her dress of white a-billow
While soft and sweet she sings

She sang within this bower
What song I cannot tell
Her hair bedecked with flowers
Blue Canterbury bells

And on into the gloaming
Is heard this pleasant sound
When stars begin their roaming
She lets her hair unbound

Then o'er her form the willow weeps
The night is still -- the child sleeps

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The Radiance of Our Love So True

The radiance of our love is so true,
From the first time we met my dearest one.
I saw your eyes, felt your joy, and I knew
That no one else but you could be the one.

Our first embrace was so warm and intense,
And we sensed everything felt nice and right,
And we kissed deeply feeling no pretense,
As we strolled on that wondrous starlit night.

Our hearts and souls have melded now as one,
With our emotions afire my dearest!
Our love and life’s journey has now begun,
And we must keep us ever so nearest!

We have radiance in our love so true,
And pray to God for his divine love too!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
(December 29, 2014) (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Rhyme Sequence: abab|cdcd|efef|gg
Meter: Iambic Pentameter

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Beautiful Lies

Stark truth can be unkind and hard to hear,
Not always the best choice for someone dear.
A child who is not blessed with pulchritude,
Need not be told, that would be very rude.
If you must lie a bit to make her smile
That little lie may well be worth your while.
You may just find that tiny slip from truth,
When you have said the fairy has her tooth,
Will not be held against you in the end
Nor force you those wide stair steps to descend.
A lie that’s told for lovely, good intent
Is better than the truth with malice sent.

Weigh out your words is my heartfelt advice,
For sometimes truth is not extremely nice.

A Shakespearean sonnet written in Iambic Pentameter

Philosophical theme

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Uplifting morn by the lake

Uplifting morn by the lake

As I sit here beside Lake Joondalup
With silent morn as yet not woken up
Green parrots sing from gnarled old wetland trees
As leaves they dance and whirl on the morning breeze.

A tiger snake he comes, a swimming by
As gulls they screech and fly into the sky
Two kangaroos, so big, and strong, and grey
They seem so happy on this perfect day

The air is filled with so much mystery
I sit and watch filled with serenity
As the sun peeps through the clouds there in the sky
From its orange hue, I hear a raven cry.

As Morning silence Fill’s my very soul
The dawn, arrives and make’s me feel so whole.

30 June 2014 @ 1432hrs.

For Elly's Sonnet contest.

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Movement frames insight fond treasures reveal;
Yield to thoughts cheery that feed good feelings;
Seek then that sure light which fields fond appeal;
Till hours with easy verse craft addressing.
Image fond beauty in colours that tint;
Court then a lifestyle that fits your sweet wit;
Moot your own story with flavours that mint;
Ideas now fund smiles in pieces and bits.
Reach for sure passion in timely verse rhymes;
Allow your sure soul to confess the truth;
Choice supports action as magic words chimes;
Live your finesse whole in light waves of proof.
Embalm your posture with grace and fine light;
Succeed your treasures with pleasures of sight.

Leon Enriquez
28 Apr 2014

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East Coast Hype

(A Blank Verse Sonnet)

At fifty-two, a new career is launched
in beauty firm installed on eastern shore,
to aid all those who live with problem skin.
As sales increase, adventure swells; she wins 
awards, free  trips, new friends, and diamond rings.
With pride, she dons the pen for “Be a Ten,”
and coast to coast arrangements spell her norm.
But, friendships wane on jaunty trips, the trek
becomes a stress which brings her less and less
content to show the aloe glow as proof
that older skin need not begin to wear
a shriveled face, but wear a youthful tone.
          And yet, the spark with eastern hype instilled
          a drive to stay the course throughout her life. 


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Beauty's Keeper

She lived inside a hut within the wood-
a strange and lovely woman, nature’s child.
They said she was a witch, but she was good,
a friend to all the creatures of the wild.

The solitary wolf she’d come across,
though wounded, was a living work of art.
He lay beneath the moon with coat of gloss
and eyes that sadly shone; he stole her heart.

He loved her; she admired his grace and might,
and so she sorrowed when he howled with pain,
for when the swollen moon glowed in the night,
she had to keep him fettered with a chain.

That true and feral beauty that she leashed -
was strangely what first drew her to the beast.

For the True Beauty (ending twist) old poems acceptable Contest of Sandy Ivy D

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A Kiss goodbye

Doth thou shed  tears to  fill the boundless sea 
Shall I  come then to thee this  rainy  day
Thine eyes behold and yet you grieve for me
How much more time in grace you took your way

Be not thou faint  when I do think of you
What potion have I drunk of bitter tears
When thou shall be deposed in heart to view
Reflections show thee how thy beauty wears

From thee in absence was I  ere the spring
In thine own way was beauty counted fair
Of  thy  love  with memories may I sing
To  depart  my love,  for me 'tis  despair

Will  thou now weep, or lo, be loath to cry
Upon thy lips,  alas,  a kiss goodbye

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Pillow Talk Abuse - Andrea Dietrich

PILLOW TALK ABUSE     (collaboration)

by~ Andrea Dietrich

Again you’re droning on and on and on. 
Yada, yada, yada, yada, yada. 
My time for beauty sleep will soon be gone. 
Why can’t you close your eyes? 
You know you oughta. 
Just press those lips together tight and zip! 
My lids are getting heavy as you talk. 
So now I offer you this little tip. 
Why don’t you go outside and take a walk? 
The clear night air might open up your mind.
Before you kill the bush you’re beating round. 
You’re killing ME; I hate to be unkind, 
But when I start to doze, I hear that sound . . . 
Yakety, yakety, yakety, yakety, yak. . . 
Please shut your trap. 
We’ve long since hit the sack!

by~ Poet Destroyer

Congratulations for thinking your work is done.
You may be tired  but you’re not the only one.
I sure hope you like spending your time all alone
All the young ones are grown and away from home.
So, I have no choice to yap yap yap' when you're around.
But, I do this to annoy, before my other annoying snoring sound.
Ever since I remember the beauty line is to late.
Don't forget my yapping mouth is what brings dinner to your plate?
But think of the funny way you want me to zip my lips tight.
My yakety yak is what gets me going through the night.
Retire your eyes else where, if you can't hear me out!
Wouldn't you rather me beat the bush, than to hear me shout.
Your ungrateful ways are like a sleeping pill.
Talking to you is like talking to a wall~ " oh! What a thrill!"
Maybe if you say a word or two, your mouth would put me to sleep
So my dear, talking to you is better than counting sheep.

A collaboration with * ANDREA DIETRICH

My collaboration contest

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If Given A Choice

If given a choice between wisdom and beauty I’d have to choose wisdom out of pure sense of duty. Duty will call me to be all that I can And wisdom will aid in my service to man. While wisdom is there to be used every day, Beauty is fleeting in a physical way. Wisdom is solid – has so many uses While beauty just lies there, spouting excuses. Yet, beauty has value that wisdom will seek And wisdom is silent when others might speak. Silence is golden and down through the years I have seen wisdom prevent beauty’s tears I hope in your traverse through life here on Earth Through eyes of beholders you see wisdom’s worth.

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Blood Moon

Tis not our fare to see the face of God
Nor speak in tounge to those who never hear,
They dare not come and go, is this not odd
as some would please, forgetting how to fear?

And also, let us hear it, one more thing,
we'll tremble to our end, if gazing on this moon,
some say is painted blood, to look will bring
an agony that won't leave us too soon.

The eyes must turn away, or die the death,
and leave one bitter cold from just the dare
to look on it, to see the dragon's breath,
'twil bring one to believe what's never there.

And lunar madness never calls to mind
the evil waiting there for you to find. 
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

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Lake Louise

Majestic mountains rise like mounted men,
Their faces chiseled from the rugged stone.
The evergreens enveiling all the glen
Ascend in gowns of green, but leave a crown
Of jagged peaks, where shimmering glaciers groan,
And tears they shed glide gently ever down.

Above the jade-like waves of Lake Louise
The sunbeams stream through lightest sapphire skies,
Till sunset bursts in blooms of deep cerise.
When lying still she mirrors the mountain's face,
Or wavelets shine like diamonds in her eyes;
What trickled once as tears is joyous grace.

Majestic mountains rise like mounted men
Above the jade-like waves of Lake Louise.

{Written in Cornish Sonnet form using iambic pentameter.}

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Her Portrait - Always on My Mind

Deep, blue seas of intelligence are the first thing that you see,
As her eyes draw you deeper in and subject you to her mystery.
Then you notice waves of auburn hair surrounding a symmetric face;
With each individual strand falling perfectly into place.

The redness of her glossy lips reveals shiny, pure, white teeth,
Subtly formed in an angelic smile with devilish thoughts down underneath.
Rosy cheeks both round and plump, adds color to her skin;
The only conflict on the silk smooth surface is the dimple in her chin.

Her nose is perfectly centered; round and button cute -
Although you wish to speak to her, her beauty has turned you mute.
Eyebrows add expression with each rise and sullen fall;
You simply stand there frozen, trying to ingest it all.

Then suddenly she turns and goes, but her beauty stays behind;
Implanted as an impression to always remain there on your mind.

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Open Your Eyes

Deep in the woods lay a pile of leaves
all russet colours glinting and shining
flapping gently in the breeze like sleeves
what is there at the bottom in hiding? 

I stir the pile and watch the scurrying
woodlice, beetles , a little crawly thing
a scary brown snake slithers off hissing
frighten off his meal of a tiny hatch-ling

And hidden secrets are where ever we look
turn over any stone and a host   appear
what we find can depend on our outlook
if your mind's cloudy, it will be unclear

Open your eyes  and see all the beauty
welcome in the visions of magic gladly

written 06/02/2013

contest Beauty

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" Fairest Love " (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Thou has the fairest of features my love.
My conscious of thy beauty shall not die,
It surrounds me thus, as immortal glove.
Your piercing beauty of blue eyes, as sky.
Thy warm body I shall ever cherish,
To whom my soul doeth forever belong.
Thus my desire for thee shall find flourish,
As the night birds in the night’s fairest song.
Thy lips my beauty drops as honeycomb,
It’s  honey sweetness from under thy tongue.
From the pleasures of thy love I shan’t roam,
I am come to thy garden to raise young.
Thou ravished forever my heart my spouse,
From thy love’s presence I shan’t ever rouse.

Shakespearean Sonnet
In Honor of : Dr: Ram

Placed #8

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In stillness of her spirit she sits there
with all her prowess she manipulates.
Her fingers’  ripples in coldest water
replenish  mind and soul that ruminates.
Playing in nocturne, she’s  being witnessed
by her governess . The simplicity...
Her portraits that adduce virtues she possessed -
laconic and clear view of chastity.
Oh, renaissance woman,  you shine on top,
as you incandesce in  mind  love of arts!
You’re a czar bringing our decorum up-
women’s pride… imbue modesty in heart.
In the silence of our heart, we listen
in these memorabilia… you remain.

Oct. 14, 2013  2.15pm
©2013by Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved

Second Place
Contest: Sofonisba Anguissola-A contemporary Sonnet for a Renaissance 
Woman-2nd in 
                the series
Judged: 2/4/2014
Sponsor: Poet Cyndi MacMillan

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"To My Sweet Thing"

Thou that holds a special beauty my lady, love of my life
Thou art special pearl, my girl, not a lady of carnal world,
Love, my life, my pearl of great price! You I shall not sacrifice!
You light up as wife, candle of life, set lonely heart a twirl…

Come unto me my beauty sweet, lay thy breast upon my chest,
Romance as love ‘s song,  though time has worn on, our love remains strong,
Given divine chance by first kiss, sweet romance, I reminisce,
Sweetness drops of your honeycomb lips, causes love’s bliss, prolong

Our chance of romance in the spring, not a common carnal thing,
Sweetness doth confess that our love was bliss from early first kiss,
That Love's graceful pursue, as sock and shoe, was not fleshly fling,
Let us feather together the quest, giving two hearts to bliss…

Two lovers twain in marriage, by depth of a true love’s courage,
Prenuptial start, my sweetheart!, a precept sustaining marriage!

For: Sentimental Love Letters
In Honor of: Audrey Carey

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A True Beauty

Her features are not eloquent or of

Something to brag. Thighs, hips, arms, face, stomach—

Fat. Makeup and lipstick, can’t do the trick.

She’s homely from her toes to all above,

Because what she offers isn’t good ‘nough .

Unlike a feather, she floats like a brick.

And like a sloth, her wits are not as quick. 

Yet beauty, brains, and all the carnal stuff,

Do no justice to her disposition—

Courage, fervor, a spiritual giant.

Carrying no regard for thoughts of those

Around her, their comments only expose

Their own unseemly, woeful condition.

Morale has won, and she is triumphant. 

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Let it be

Let no shadow be cast in my soul
for I have seen the countenance of grace.
Let my heart not build a wall
to hide the furious compassion of Your face.

Let the rain of mercy fall
upon the dry wasteland of my memories.
Let my life answer to Your call
and my own stubbornness cease.

Let me not at the foot of the cross
resent precious blood splattered for me.
Let it cover the pain of loss
and from sin set me free.

Thank the Lord my soul can rejoice
for I am but a sinner whom You gave a choice.

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In my kitchen

In my kitchen I do see
So many things that do please me
I love eating, cooking, cleaning
My kitchen it has so much meaning

In the kitchen so much joy I find
Beauty treatment comes to mind
And juice of lemon, oatmeal too
Diminishes all that rust for you

Then we have those cleaning things
Vinegar, Bi-Carb, much ease they bring
They do help me such a lot
When it comes to cleaning pots

Then we come to eating, Yum!
It's such a treat to my old Tum
Though sometimes cooking drives me mad
Sometimes it peeves me just a tad

Now I am off to do some shopping
And then return to do some mopping

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Lonely sky

I look to the skies hoping to see a sign
A sign of a stars shining like diamonds
I toss the thoughts of you to the heap of stars
All the happiness dressed with flowers
I took time to remember you singing
A voice so sweet it turned roses yellow
I yelled to the gloomy mountains for you
And light shone like twilight in heaven
Through demons and angels my plea recognized
And I finally feast on your beauty like a vulture
Thou thoughts mingle in space and time
I remembered your dancing eyes with adventure
So keen to let the desires leave the dust
I saw you in the sky strolling like a queen towards eternity

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Beauty is not Skin Deep

Moonbeams bathe orange glow in great embrace Her beauty completes her soul with her face She buries her heart in her wickedness A lurid piece of harbored openness Within the moon’s heart is her tender eyes Nothing there that could surely be despised But her ways bring thoughts of devilish ways Sensual glow about brings love today Beauty is not skin deep with her intrigue Her face is certainly out of my league She carries the reflection of the moon Gorgeous sight of pure beauty seen too soon With extreme beauty her secured eyes gleam I love the nakedness that her soul beams
Russell Sivey Contest: Calling all poems of "BEAUTY" Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A 7/30/2013

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Forest Nymph

Deep in the forest, where the world is mine,
and lost to everyone I've ever known,
so dark in day where sunlight doesn't shine
except in silver streams all mine alone,

she came in gentle, warm and summer rain,
out of a misty light, with searching eyes,
and all to soon she found my joy and pain
before I had the time to realize.

I'd never be the same, from just the look,
into her eyes, so deep and far away,
and then she read my life, my opened book,
I'd sur'ly bared to her in summer play.

The fear of God is all I can compare
to how she looked, and how she found me there.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

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Beautiful Lie

Beauty always seen by  the beholder 
That’s what I have read and always believed
When someone is sad and needs a shoulder
Don’t knock them back with words you can’t retrieve

They may be plain of face, but pure within
Eyes might not sit right or nose all askew
Being ugly would you say was a sin
Have you ever thought what they think of you

So before you say that beautiful lie
Put a smile on your face to make it true
Look into their eyes and say with a sigh
You are so beautiful and I love you

Remember beauty fades when of the skin
Real beauty is always shining within

a shakespearian sonnet    dated   10/12/2012

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In Gods Eyes

The girl in the corner 
With her headphones in
 To drown out the voices 
Screaming "your too ugly, your too thin". 
The girl that wipes away
 the tears in her eyes
Who hides her broken heart
Behind fake smiles and lies.
The girl who's always laughed at 
because she is "unique" 
One day you will realize
 that little girl is me. 
And one day I wont be laughed at 
For being different or unique 
Because one day ill be wearing 
A pair of angel wings.
In Gods eyes were all perfect
There's nothing wrong with that
And the day I go to heaven
Ill stop getting laughed at.

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Midnight Stroll

The weather is warm
Much to my delight
On my walk to work
I enjoy the sights

On my midnight stroll
To work from the train
Gazing in beauty
The cities terrain

I took a few photos
Put one on my site
They show my city
In beauty at night

Now I enjoy the walk to work
The beauty I see is a perk

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Her Beauty Didn't Stall

Elaborate, softly tailored to suit She’s sure more beautiful than very cute Exquisite form, flawless in many eyes Details of her delight, there’s no disguise She likes to wear tight dresses, to show off I hardly noticed her feeling quite scoffed Because many were ignoring her here She’s just a normal guest it would appear I walked up to her, a smile on my face She saw my approach and ruffled her lace I began to speak with her, this goddess And we talked the night through, I did impress Her beauty didn’t stall, I kept going Now she holds a love that keeps on giving
Russell Sivey

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In the Meadow

The shadow on the crystal lake water Comes from a young girl very sweet and pure She’s a charmer, people want to see her For her skin’s so smooth, and her smile’s a lure Eyes that sure resemble puppy dog’s eyes Her soft hand makes ripples where water lies Tenderly she brings water to her face No part of her body is out of place Droplets drip down her face and to her heart Allowing those around to see beauty Her presence is very cute to impart No one can deny her inner psyche Sadly she will never stay at this age I’ll always love my girl, at any stage
Russell Sivey Entered into Dana'lynn Smith's "In The Meadow" contest 4/18/2013

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Little Rose

Simple lilies brown beautiful roses
it is ointment to my feet: these mosses
Little ladies rare seen fell fossils
She is isle lament: pieces in the vile.

Zamiwe_as wind, the fruit first
the fall and clash.
These heroic lashes of man conquered poets,
slay of knights by eye: flicker light.

Rude beauty speechless waters: her tender leaves
olive purity in slander quotes: the clan of eve
Sonnet font unstressed, without rhythm
 just roses: her breeze of dance.

Little lady her eyes but lies
Little rose, thus: beauty to my eyes.

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October 03, 2006





Incredible as it may be,

And as brilliant as it is,

You are uniquely a wiz.

Looks like you and me.


In the winds and free.

It’s hers and it’s his.

Those two took a quiz.

Together those two see.


Dancing on the Moon,

Or singing to the Sun.

Their  love is too soon.

And their life just begun.


They are in a full bloomed blossom,

And those two together are awesome!

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River Laps Softly

River Laps Softly

The ripples of water lap river's edge
 quietly I sit, a man seeking love
The orange twilight stirs my lonely soul
 nearby, lonely call of a single dove

Sweetest place roaring river moans and churns
 fish splashing about in a soft replay
Continuance as the world slowly turns
 colors splash endings to wonderful day

The smell is that of fish , water and mud
 cool air spreading its greatest soft relief
Comfort gives to stop anger in my blood
 as Nature gifts a most calming belief

Soon its quiet , knowledge enters my soul
Victory came because I made it so

Robert J. Lindley, 08-08-2014

Poem Syllable Counter Results
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Total # Syllables:  140  
Total # Lines:  17  (Including empty lines)  
 Total # Words:  101  

Contest results....

Entered in the contest, Any poem under 15 lines, Poet Destroyer

First Place

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Conceived in darkness far from land Such beauty from a piece of sand Bathed in the arms of the emerald sea Marvelous that the pearl came to be Luster heightens through the years Perhaps softened by my lady's tears Once nestled in her gilded chest On red velvet they safely rest She cradled them in her gentle hand Each one held by a silken strand Then falling 'neath her auburn hair A gift from nature hanging there The pearl's beauty we do embrace Such a simple gem of lasting grace

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Out of the dark, you'll hear my whistling,
this night bird searching out the heart of you,
who knows the song is you, and meant to sing,
and I, who feel your words, forever do.

In love am I, with all you'll ever be,
though you don't even count me as a friend,
I come and go, throughout your life, 'tis me,
you'll only know as steady, to your end.

This night bird knows the deep inside your breast,
your secrets never shared with anyone,
each tiny pain, you've thought to be a test,
each answer from each question--Life goes on.

         Out of the dark, you'll feel me spread my wings,
           In love with loving you, and what it brings.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

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In the Moment

Here and now, I sweep away stress of day and breathe in contentment for only myself. Finally alone, as thoughts come alive, I stay awake, smiling back at framed faces on my bookshelf. No counting sheep in the still of late night peace, for a quiet house sleeps and children, tired from busy day of play, are wrapped in fleece dreaming of yesterday's Christmas. Inspired by the warmth of memories and family, I write this poem in the moment with my little pup resting at my feet, husband snoring deep. Only light coming from my small lamp and the stars. A cup of hot tea on the nightstand is my only friend when I write in the hush of the day's dreamy end. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 12/26/14 *Modern Sonnet

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Fall's Bounty

To the apple and pear on the tree
and the pumpkin so far in the field 
I will raise a tall mug of ale sweet
to the hungry folk; they give yield.

For the fruit of the vine the peach peeled
when the pie and the cake is all made
to Creator we kneel and appeal
with a smile for the gifts which he gave.

Now in unison hearts do rejoice
for each hour, for each day; He's a shield:
for the sun, and the stars, and the wind
in the wood, for all life so revealed. 

As the birds in the sky wave fall bye;
we will dream of what winter conceals.

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night dawns

Night dawns

He sat
          The faded plastic chair creaked
           Fading  sunlight turned  bronze
He noticed
          The sun slide slowly towards the horizon 
          Drifting in the dark blue sky
          Flocks of Geese floating V’s waving goodbye
He shivered 
          A cloud momentarily blocking the sun 
         As  Orange and brown leaves fall silently to the ground 
He watched 
           Waves of blue and green sparkle a million ways 
           Tiny and warm,  lapping the shore
He felt 
           Smooth golden sand , warm and dry
           Gleam white ,Under the feet 
             The wind tug gently as it passes by
He wrote
           As swimsuits , bikinis and bare feet strolled merrily by
          And  Colored umbrellas reflected the sky
          While Swallows soar and dive 
He heard 
           The sun hiss into waters clean and clear
           Butterflies dance in the sky 
           Darkness land softly on tiptoes and feet
           Daylight sleep and night fall
He sat
            As the stars twinkle on a bed of black velvet lace
            And slept , peaceful and deep
           While the cycle renewed

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My Dear Love and Loyal Friend

My Dear Love and Loyal Friend
 I’m glad I found you;
Our friendship is a gift we share.
I can be myself around you,
Safe in your loving arms
the distance between us makes me lonely on the inside I miss you so much;
Our friendship bond was meant to be.
I think of you with great delight;
You’re almost part of me.
Through fun and fears, play and tears,
We help each other heal and grow.
I cherish our time together and that we will share for the rest of our life,
I know deep down in my heart.
Just harmony for me and you,
The two of us--a perfect blend.
I’ll cherish you my whole life through,
My Dear Love and Loyal Friend.

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God's Wonders

Dear Lord I live in the wonder
Of being alive in your world,
Of seeing the trees and the grasses,
The blue of the sky all unfurled.
My eyes follow flight of the eagles.
My ears hear the buzzing of bees.
The humming bird comes to my feeder
And roses open blossoms to please.

I live in the greenest of valleys
With tall mountains ringed all around.
My heart is filled to o'er flowing
At this beauty You've set to be found.
I thank you dear God for these treasures
You have given to me without measures. 

Written 7/2/14

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I love it all

I love it all

The mystery of a blood red rose
The beauty of a heart that glows
A songbird singing to the day
I love it, it’s all okay

A river flowing lazily
The vastness of the mighty sea
At sunrise when life seems so gay
I love it all, it’s all okay

Green leaves dancing on the breeze
The bird’s there singing in the trees
You know I really have to say
I love it all, It’s all okay

Even when the skies are grey
I love it all, It’s all okay

21 December 2014

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Sonnet On The Sun

          Sonnet On The Sun

One orb and only one shines on in life
You are much warmer than the morning sun
Remember the volcanoes at Tenerife
Canary Islands paradise adrift in fun  

Hanging there upon a limb of golden time
We conjure elements of joy forever
What favors in the mind recall unwinds
When in our orbits moon pulls down its lever

But there within the walls of love light sealed 
The glow of life can’t hide inside forever 
There in the wicket world concealed, revealed 
That Winter breaks for kinder weather

My love with sun and moon gathered family
Their fortunes shine on together amicably 


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With You Forever My Love

Darling no matter what’s coming our way,
We’ll be full and content in heart and soul,
As we both walk with joined hands day by day,
Our love will give us so much to extol! 

May our love be such a joy on this Earth,
As we seek meaning in life daily spent. 
We must master our destiny from birth,
To learn what the Angels in Heaven meant!

With faith and love pure we’re happily one,
As we march with hands joined against all strife;
We’ve learned the reason why for being one,
Is to know God’s part of us in our life!

With our passion one in Heaven above;
Please know I’m with you forever my love!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
December 21, 2014 (Shakespearean Sonnet poetic 
format in Iambic Pentameter)

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                        Heaven lies in a heart of WHITE.
                                 God lies in the art of YELLOW.
                        Prosperity lies in the field of GREEN.
                                  Green comes from BROWN.
                        Clear in our vision leads to BLUE.
                                   Beauty lies in the leg of PINK.
                        Good fragments comes from SANDLE(AL).
                                   Friendship is as healthy as ORANGE.
                        Love comes in the way of ROSE.
                                   Anger lies in the sign of RED.
                        Red changes our life BLACK.
                                   VIOLET, let life to go.....
                        One day we''ll become GREY.,
                                    Life is a mixture of RAINBOW.

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Blossoms of cherry in springtime aura;
Lovely moments tint charm's windy landscape;
Opt to be merry with kind agendas;
Succinct fragrance mints a jolly mindscape.
Sensing and looking at flowering things;
Observe the misty in pleasant promise;
Movement now fixing extravagant flings;
Styling the blurry with tension pensive.
Reveal the motives in bold passion play;
Entice sexy strides in vibrant finesse;
Voice clear constructive as gestures relay;
Embrace pulse and ride in primal caress.
Apply charming feel paradoxical;
Love springs fond appeal in forms magical.

Leon Enriquez
24 Apr 2014

(Note: This poem is an Acrostic Sonnet.)

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Soar with good cheer,
Play as you sing;
Reap touch sincere,
Ink precious fling;
Note fragrant poise,
Glimpse a fond ease.
Stream with calm voice,
Urge confronts feast;
Reach for bright blooms,
Prime a sure streak;
Right moves fill room,
Impact floods peak;
See profound spring,
Embrace and sing.

Leon Enriquez
19 January 2015

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Beautiful Lies - Sonnett

Beautiful lies crush my bones in strife,
Avoiding the weave of your inner root.
Your lies and needless cries, unfolded my life,
A thief of my art work, its all in my boots.

The dark dishonesty brought only pain,
My lover has left me grieving my soul.
For only her lies remain in my name.
The cheating had kept me from being whole.

But, I shall with fever, love again,
We'll fly to the top of great mountains blue.
That life of strife gone in only a pen,
Thinking how rapture can bloom anew.

Beautiful truth will always renew me,
Beautiful lies have only set me free.

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The Noble Language

Tears from your eyes are so special and true;
They are real emotions from each eye,
And reflect a love so deeply renewed;
Our spirits soar high in the azure sky!

Our heart and soul are ever the tears’ source;
Our tears attest to love so rare dearest,
And keep our love so special and on course,
That I must be always with you nearest!

Our tears—the eye’s language ever noble;
They draw us together so close and one;
Our love’s so special and ever noble,
And our heart and soul together as one!

Love requires we dance together as two,
As Harmony pure brings divine love too!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
Schoeningen, Germany (December 1, 2014) 
(Shakespearean Sonnet poetic format in Iambic Pentameter)

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Ghost orchid

what makes the heart feel for something it can't touch?
his tears caused contractions for his heart to pulse
floundered, looking for loves heartache to clutch
whimsical solace of her essence startles his impulse 

 shouldering the bane of a kiss that foreshadowed trifles
kooky huh? how time unleashes emotions restrained behind pride
 losing his beloved inamorata to an admirer she mollycoddles
his heart became friable to the echo of her suicide

It was the absence of a note that left his worries unverified
what makes the heart feel for something it can't touch?
Now alone and without; a lovers heart is mummified
he will never love another as much

the “ghost orchid” has become her epithet
the rules of this game have changed, misère ouverte.

 I chose Bonnie Raitt “I can't make you love me” because when I listened to it it brought 
back memories of my childhood feeling second to my fathers work. His physical presence was 
always their, but his heart belonged to his work and still is. After listening to the song  5 or 6 
times I thought of the question, what makes the heart feel for something that it can't 
touch----like love, and went from there.

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Beauty of nature

The colours are numerous, a fusion
mixed like an artists palette ready to paint a masterpiece
each enhances the others as in an embrace
a busy gnome is seen climbing out of the plant pots
trowel in hand, where the colourful impatiens tumble about
The pink and whites of the fuchsias, looking like tinkling bells
alongside the creams and pinks of roses as a bridal bouquet,
make the dahlia, showing burnt orange and peach,look like a glorious dessert,
blending in harmony, with a flowering weeping cherry tree in Tad's memory
sending all my senses into overdrive, lastly my ears to be enchanted by 
tinkling sound of the fountains
upliftingly setting the whole thing to music, 
as birds sing their thank you's
for this well stocked bird table

Penned 06/07/2014

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An Autumn Sonnet

In poems, I keep all the things
That I should not, ever, forget-
The robin preening as she sings
The sharp scent of autumn's breath

Pumpkins fast growing ripe and round
Fields turning to a golden brown
Frosty dawns make a crunching sound
Laughter rises as pale white clouds

Sunlight pours in through a window
The clear blue of the sky above
Trees painted in red and yellow
And the feeling of being loved

These are the things that autumn mark
Cold to the touch, warm to the heart

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festal dance

The mirror's image was a thought and wraith
their solemn instances to reproduce
Fall's auburn pictures of October eighth,
became in air the leafage of white spruce,

Her face diffused on an abandoned field
where solitude reminded of her smile,
advancing night on crayon black had sealed
their song the ferns recalled and distant isle.

The train advanced where its repeated thud
exchanged the fading lights for night's dark glance;
was their abandoned symphony's ballad
- embellished synthesis and festal dance?

Evanescent the train surpassed his stare
- befalling were the stars like vows of e'er.

© G.V. 06-03-2013 All rights reserved
(This poem has never been in a contest before.)

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Mist in moonlight,
Aura and glow;
Glimpse a new sight,
Intent now shows;
Calm poise appeals,
Ask to be wise;
Live sound goodwill.
Reap fine surprise;
Air flings colours,
Impulse in rain;
New sun flavours
Bright blooms laid plain;
Observe grand touch,
Watch rainbow arch.

Leon Enriquez
04 September 2014

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The The Arms Of An Angel

Once I looked into the eyes of an angel
Something I heard only happens in fables
Like they said, I felt only peace and love
And the softness of wings just like a dove.
Could something so perfect really be true?
For the pain of love was all that I knew.
Always hurting me and making me sad,
Taking away everything that I had.
But this was different, not nearly the same.
He scooped me up and out of the hot flames.
That ruined me then, but not again
For i was happier than I had once been
Warm in the arms of my fair, sweet angel.
Tucked in the warmth of my fairy tale

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'Tis known you're not all there, all of the time,
but I'm submissive; more than I should be;
though heretic somewhat, 'twould be a crime;
in my belief, you're not more than I see.

My failing in your eyes, 'tis life to me,
my very breath, the only way I know
of reaching you, where-in I wish to be,
my being not all there, I choose from Go.

Please take my hand, and make our journey slow
throughout our way, we'll not believe in time;
'tis but a guage, mere numbers few could know
would bring the end, to life, the constant climb.

And through forever, we'll not hold on Go;
Monopolizing everything we know.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

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Grains of Sand

The morning's gray light offers a wonder
With red ribbons from dawn to underscore
Rays first soft light splits the night asunder
The moon's high tide comes rushing to the shore
The horizon a line to measure sight
Is caught beneath glows from a rising mass
Turns black to light gray from burning the night
Etching an image on the ocean's glass
Here is where man's vision tries to discern
The vastness of space while facing the Earth
And finding the smallness of his concerns
Measuring the conundrum of his birth

Bewildered, lost trying to understand
Waves toss to shore another grain of sand

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Eyes in a space

This plumly;yield of temperent night,sirs and ladies
Esoterick flooms,buded;tyrant pees_shy faces?
This plain;ungraph of seremic light,ties and lads
Egoscentric moons,burreld;silent tears_passionate likes?


                                            are light

These mailing men,obscure bloosom
blind date;dalnty da dady,mumzy laugh
The maiming todlers,abstract geese_goose
change of thought:My remnant sigh?

eye meets sight
eyes as they sigh

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I walk out in the morning for my health,
And learn a thing or two along the way.
Such knowledge brings abundance to my wealth,
And somehow sounds like wisdom when I say.
Waters of the river carry stories.
Just listen, you can hear the words unfold.
Sometimes it can wash away your worries,
And help you to get through your day. Behold!
A gentle breeze can whisper to your heart;
Like angels serenade a searching soul.
There's so much nature's beauty can impart;
If soaking in it's beauty is your goal. 
     Get out there friend and see God's art today.
     And get some exercise along the way.

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Cupid's Arrow

I wish that Cupid's eye be not as weak
So that an arrow long could hit us both 
I wish a lover's dear the arrow seek
So that by cupid's name be you my troth

O that as love is born in loving hearts 
Thereby a place is sav'd For loving eyes
Alas! that cupid's mind most foolish part
Sees not that loves, nor hears a broken sigh

And that his arrow's point, be missing aim
And travels far as rightful ways be seen
Thus lover's hearts be not to cupid games
And stay a virgin shame, a conquered shield

But that how life is led, we must not think
And know that hearts unloved the arrow sink

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Why are cold stars red and hot stars blue

Why are cold stars red and hot stars blue?
I asked Sherry, ma chéri, whilst stargazing
yesternight she and I, only us, hands holding;
Why are hot stars blue and cold stars red?
I asked her anew 'cause I thought she knew;
Her mouth motionless–her eyne tears shed.
Why are blue stars hot and red stars cold?
She kept on weeping, still voicing no reply;
Barefoot, as usual–her feet gladly I behold.
Why are red stars cold and blue stars hot?
No answer but an osculation was all I got.
Lying on the grass yesternight, she and I,
Rainwater started pouring over the lass
And me, yesternight, lying on the grass.

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The Rose

Once upon a time there was a single blooming Rose.
The world rejoiced at all the beauty given her to show.
But as with every rose her time was shortly bestowed.
After, the world felt hollow, so intense did its sorrow flow.

They sought a reminder of the beacon they once did truly hold.
They found a small flower of white that in its purist form did unfold.
The thorns reminded all, that the original could never be theirs again.
But still it did impart hope, for another one, like their virtuous friend.

Eventually the flower was cultured and created into what we hold to now.
For even the present is needy of something so precious to hold some how.
And though no one remembers how the flowers’ name was earlier sown…
It still holds us tightly to the purity, hope, and beauty its known to bestow.

There are many legends that have traveled down to us thru the years.
But there are none so beautiful as the one that became the Rose so dear.

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Two voices

Two voices

As golden daises there, I see
The morning sun so lazily
Shines down upon some sleepy trees
As they dance upon the breeze

Joni Mitchell on the set
She sings a song I can’t forget
Both sides now I hear her sing
Such joy the morning she does bring

Willy Wagtail sings along
With Joni, as two voices strong
Do reach into the heart of me
Enhancing morning mystery

I sit here, greet the morning in
As the new day does begin.

15 August 2014 @ 0913hrs.

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The wonder of life

The wonder of life.

Life to me is oh, so wonderful
Though once I never saw this fact at all
Drinking, smoking hooch that’s all I knew
Oh, so glad I am, those days are through

I live right now my life so filled with joy
This kind of happiness naught could destroy
Each breath I take is special now, these days
Life has filled me with a wondrous haze

I watch the trees they dance outside my window
In the mornings how my life gives me a glow
As God she touches me with all her power
And deep within my soul there blooms a flower

Just life it be the only thing I need
My world is free from power, lust, and greed.

! July 2014 @1335hrs.

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Love Flies

Love Flies

Fly away little bird.
Winter winds are churning.
Alas, the cold has been delivered
Replacing summer’s burning.
Fly away my feathered friend
The river bank’s receding.
My true love left me days ago
And now my heart is bleeding.
The warm days, the sunny rays
Was the time of our love’s season.
You’ve turned your back and walked away
Without a breath of heart-felt reason.
If you ever find me waiting,
On the shore at evenings nigh.
Keep your path below your feet
As I pray when you go by.
Fly away, heart of mine
Loves season passed the starry night.
Winters spirit has cast a spell
So spread your wings as you take flight.

Carrie Emily Beck

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Down the Glen I Look by, Olive Eloisa Guillermo and James Fraser

From my window, down the Glen I look Amidst forested slopes, a stretch of water lies Seeing it once can leave the viewer hooked I now know why it's hard to bid goodbye Wandering far, limpid blue loch says hello It's sublime beauty seizes my leisure walk Alongside whisky coloured grass that grows Teeming trees, as the scene greets me in flock Candy fluffy clouds, glide above her waters blue Caressing cliffs, shading all for free Bluebells scents satiates my sense so true It's crystalline fluid beckons me to spree Whether one is local, or a holiday tourist The loch freezes the eye so one can't resist . Written by, Olive Eloisa Giullermo & James Fraser

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Keep on like you do

I love our conversations day to day
I laugh at the awkwardness in the hall
I love how you are mine, my sweet blue jay
If this were a movie the snow would fall

The perfect scene that everyone desires
The paramount picture movie nights out
I love that this love does not require
Sadness and despair, the miserable pout

I want to see you as you always are
I want to laugh and share my memories
So you call to me, and I won’t be far
I want to cheer and hear your melodies

For it is a rose in any other name
I am foolish, but who am I to blame?

New found friendship in the darkest areas
But it’s not like we are from dark places
You are the light that disrupts hysteria
There’s no need to hide under fake faces

Thank you, my search for that place is finished
That place where loneliness finally dies
That place where joy is, as it should, cherished
That place where despair meets its true demise

I no longer have to travel today
To travel to that place where sadness ends
Because I have found that place, my blue jay
So from now on, what we do shall depend

Shall we travel together tomorrow
To keep fighting everlasting sorrow

What I say and do I mean completely
What I say to you I mean with honesty
But Please do not take my words so feebly
Don’t shrink in front of the face of modesty

You are marvellous, true in every way
You are graceful, so keep dancing like you
You are beautiful, so smile my blue jay
Smile and I shall be marvellous with you

Please take my words to heart, never forget
They are nothing but spectators tonight
You are the main attraction, don’t leave yet
You will rock, no need to be polite right?

You are awesome in each and every way
You are pretty no matter what they say

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Sinful Curves

Sinful Curves
Sway and twirl thy shape and show me thy curves.
Tilt thy neck, and unfold thy whimsical golden locks.
The sensations thou leave, erect mine wicked dull nerves.
Spin and twirl in a seductive manner; a sight unorthodox.
Reveal to me thine firm and luscious breasts.
Uncover thy splendidly carved legs.
Show thine slim and wholesome waist which tests
Mine craving ego; it humbly begs.
For thee, I befall unto mine pleading knees.
My hugging groin chases thy round and voluptuous behind.
A golden fox you are; a sinful disease.
The sight of you undoes sane men’s wicked pasts; baffles their mimicking mind.
Thou hast left me breathless on the shores of dismay.
For thy sight, I am forever fulfilled, forever gay.

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Voice a fond feel,
Ask love to play;
Live joy that heals,
Explore sure stay;
Now as we merge,
Time after time;
Intuit a surge,
Note profound rhymes, 
Enjoy the light.
Apt as feelings:
Lost in sure flight,
Opt grand seeing;
Voice beyond birth,
Etchings of mirth.

Leon Enriquez
14 February 2015

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Valentine a golden way

A Valentine day, we sat on the rocks and played with ducks,
Rolled over the grass and embraced the bench holes,
Pulled the knitting balls and stretched the rubber calls,
Waved the legs and rubbed the tussles for stall hooks.
Messy hair wrapped in muddy spots to roll over the red looks.
Sunshine touched my spine and glowed behind the shades,
Bird flunked above the smoke in a hard talk to touch my fades,
A fragmented doll in a love fall why minds the rounding crooks.
My strength is bright has a big fight to elastic the bubbly talks,
A golden way we lived in our day that noted in memory books.
Valentine opens the living door to enjoy love more that's mine,
Happiness touched my bones in healthy tones we roasted fine,
Love encouraged me comes from soul free warmth me in cold,
In a rainy day, offers me a play fiery sparks that we can hold.

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Flaming Moon

Moon stops a while, glides motionless, 
twinkling stars hide and seek, in silent glee, 
soft, sweet summer breeze, gently rustles, 
fragrance of lavender, wafts in the innocent air, 
black night dances along, unfolds tenderly, 

Listening to the silent song of the night, 
we lay together on the grass, delightfully, 
her head nestling on my arm, hands clasping my shirt tightly, 
she moves a bit, tenderly, enraptured in some beautiful dream, 
sweet summer breeze flows along, caressing tenderly.

She stirs a bit, awakens slowly, 
smiling shyly, beautiful doe eyes look into mine, 
our hands touch, silky skin in radiant glow, 
we turn, lips touching, slowly, delicately, 
she sighs, comes closer, snuggling in once again, 
beautiful black night dances along, lingering tenderly. 
© Avijeet Das

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An angel when faced with beauty

An angel was gazing on the window
The multitude’s erratic flow below  
And – oh, so suddenly – he did throw
A vase where a flower managed to grow!
The rose traveled so fast, too fast, 
He didn’t know how little the fall would last.
A being made of future, disposed of past,
the surprised angel pale, his mind aghast.
“I saw”, his cold lips uttered, “a face so beauteous,
I couldn’t imagine that God, O Glorious
God, would create me be so jealous!”
The angel hid among the stars in shame,
So afraid to have his sin raise in fame –
But, oh, so ironic – his aim missed the dame. 

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Again I see you since I don't know when.
Oh yes, it's been some time since we've been here,
I felt the same warm feeling I knew then,
and felt your eyes again, forever clear.

Your hair again a mess, there was no style, 
in baggy pants the way you choose to be,
but none-the-less your image made me smile,
well knowing you were there, if I would see.

'Tis plain you have not changed, and never will,
nor can you hide what's seldom seen too clear,
the beauty of your deep, the quiet of your still,
your reaching out, beyond your greatest fear.

How many times I've wished my heart was blind,
on second thought, give thanks you're there to find.
© ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

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Cheer wears a wit,
Apt as sure feel;
Live a fond fit,
Make joy reveal.
Here and there see:
Urge knows a flow;
Mime sure beauty,
Attend life's show;
Note in sure time.
Be love's sure face,
Express deep chimes,
Ink happy space;
Notice right here:
Gifts that endear.

Leon Enriquez
24 January 2015

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Ode to the lilies in the water

every single season
she's in survival mode
focused on her beacon
nymph on a water road

while darkest seasons rule
she's hiding in the deep
on her small private stool
faking she's  deep asleep

at first outburst of light
she's crawling all the way
for  best possible sight
one long  glorious day

waterlilies' jewels
seasons long  renewals

© Ellie Daphne

Check out my poem "Holiday -  Greeting-card -  to fellow SOUPERS"and I hope you'll excuse me for not responding or commenting in the upcoming weeks/month(s)...
LoL Ellie Daphne

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Ask for good heart, ask for fond mind;
Note kind beauty, note face comely;
Now shapes and start, now blooms and glows.
Etch fine story, etch thoughts pretty:
Touch of pure bliss, touch of old soul;
Affluence of mind, affluence of good;
Niche of wise peace, niche of sheer whole.
Meet precious find, meet wondrous mood;
Urge in fond touch, urge in fine grace;
Indulge passion, indulge rebound;
Live more and much, live love and trace;
Inspire fashion, inspire profound;
Abide in peace, abide in grace;
Note feisty ease, note mindful face.

Leon Enriquez
03 January 2015

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Passion Rose

Passion Rose
The sweet bells hung upon the soft woven air
Halos of gold rimmed round her soft fallen hair 
From her pure brown eyes, softly as she wept
The tides of love draw close, as breath incept
Into the pleasurable arms, of a shy sweet rose
Sobered by her beauty, my body’s her enclose 
Amorous eyelids surrender magnificent glow  
More lovely than celestial stars eclipse below

Tho' embers of God's sacred light proceeding
Tho' the love light of Venus warmly conceding 
Still thy name adorns like jewels to my world 
More luminescent than sacred moon unfurled 

Through Zephyr winds of harmony my lover blows
Abundant joy and mingling scent, of Passion Rose.  

A re-write from Mystic Rose 
October 14, 2014

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The Broken Girl-not me

Is my life not tortured enough for you to see? 
I am broken as can be. 
My heart is torn. 
My tears stain these perfect floors.  
Why are singing with glee? 
Why do you not care about my every plea? 
I am trapped in your arms. 
I am the hopeless moth. 
How did you pick me? 
What is it that you see? 
A girl untouched by life? 
A flower blooming in the desert? 
I have said goodbye to my loving integrity.  
You took that from me through R-A-P-E.

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Count thy Blessings

Count thy Blessings

Count thy blessings, name them one by one
Compose thyself as pythons do on their preys
Ignite thy spirit to the rising sun
Rejoice with thy hands for points of thy being.

Compose thy songs with a theme of pure praise
Shout a Holy name thee deemed worthwhile
Wine and dine in the hollow of thy soul-
A resourceful asset for impulses,

For pints of freedom worth warm worthy toast
And radiant of clustered wings like birds.
If by chance thee spot ways to noble course
Count it to thy pride by abstracting lines.

Behold how cute to have survived the game
Count thy blessings aloud one by one.

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An ocean may be filled with gems  arrayed -     
With swaying jewels priceless and unique;           
Her eyes  provide  the finest true display -     
The only one  I wish my eyes to  seek.          
The brightest diamonds  turn each warming ray      
Sent from the sun to  shattered shards  of light.       
They have no warmth  - their faultless facets play     
And split  to shreds  the heart of  sun  so bright.     

Are  emeralds -  those succulent green grapes      
In bunches glazed and frozen - ever  pressed     
Into the  flowing wine with fluid shapes   
Of sad or happy tears  when soft-caressed?   

Her  water-pearls at evening darkly shimm’ring,     
Slow glow with morning satisfaction whole,  
That  lustre in the embers  gently simm’ring       
To  widening  oriel  circles  of  her  soul :         

               Warm, gentle, wet,  as wavelets on the shore
               Caress my soul and linger ever more.



This is not a normal sonnet with 14 lines,   but a 
kind of  "uber sonnet"  with 18 lines and two 
voltas....called  a  heroic sonnet. 

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I can't continuously catch this connection
coroscating so cordially as a cure...
Captivating my cranium contemporaneously
contaminating collation of common sense.
I can't think...
And our growing link
makes my heart sink
with your every wink!
Blink... Blink...
Are you reality?
I reach right past self-denial's ruse of
what's real with no rest reeking of regicide
fearing a relapse regarding regression.
Recklessly running rampart racing
to our heart's reunion.
Your soul saying "Speak sonnets of Sensuality".
So sexy yet sensibly sweet...
Seeking to be shown your sentiments.
You're the destination of heaven above.
And I... am in love!

By: Soul's Floetry

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Super Sonic Sonnet

            Super Sonic Sonnet

Complete are my lover’s thoughts in dark brier                 
With airs of aristocracy’s sweet critique
Her mind takes flight, a supersonic liar   
Smiles warmth wears deceit like a prize unique

What grows outside your lovely courtyard facade?
Quadrangular, fortified thick gray walls 
Hubris, incongruous, flourishing macabre 
Infamous fragile beauty flaws, that’s all

Speeding to the grave, your love is there, dead 
Daughters take the splendor, learn mother’s ways
Build other fortresses, stronger, to life’s dread
Days go by, to ponder the doomed accolades 

Destinations for lovers and daughters pass
Become the past without wealth that never lasts

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Immortal Love

Tease, tempt and test, my love. And I shall react,
Reach and reign, my love. Give me guidance, lest
I wander, substituting lust for authenticity. 
Inscribe your insignia upon my soul. Lay claim to
Love, as if to sigh your last breath, for I’m 
Embedded in the substratum of your spirit. Thus, 
Spoil me with your matrix. Entice me with your 
Charms. And I shall titillate, tantalize, and satiate 
Your person, for mutual seduction is the art of 
Lovers, and we have loved since the days of 
Genesis. Thus, ours is immortal, my love, extant 
As an apocrypha, but hidden as the root of 
Eternity. Let manifest the fruits of love, for we are
Bonded as the pillars of a shelter, destined for love.    

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Spring is on its way

Spring is on its way 

Spring is really on its way
It’s such a lovely, lovely day
The sun it shines so very brightly 
Oh, spring, it really does delight me

The birds they flit from tree to tree
They sing there songs delightfully
They know that spring is in the air
It seems that joy is everywhere.

The fish are racing round, and round
Because some female they have found
They want to keep there kind a going
As sensuality is growing

Oh, when spring is in the air
 The whole world seems to have no care.

4 July 2014 @1040hrs.

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Beautiful Woman

Beauty is only skin deep
Enhanced by some sound sleep
Adorned by jewels and gems
Unusual like salt coated rims

Tender magic women with black eyes
Internal beauty in their wisdom lies
Fine lashes hide mysterious ways
Unaware men gets ensnared in that gaze

Love’s beauty that a woman wears
Wonder she creates by her cares
Our world is enriched with thousand smiles
Many for her comfort piles

And as this simple saying scroll
No one more special than a beautiful soul

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Thorn Patch

Into the plush fields they went just smiling Laughing their way down the hills and diving Into the weeds and flowers alike, soft Cushion like forms allow for one aloft Even through their fun, some pain enveloped Thorns found Sally’s side, bleeding developed Her friend ran to her, offered her support Sally’s eyes cried with pain was their report After they told their parents of their day They knew their exploits weren’t over, no way Patched up and ready to go was Sally Her younger sister was always ready Where the prettiest flowers are, they know Away from the thorns, exploring they’ll go
Russell Sivey

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I cannot complain of my innocence,
You're my testimony straight from the start;
About you, I've no lack of evidence,
For you are the very weight of my heart;
Of you, I gather the lovely traces,
Your every motion's a graceful move;
Scarcely one's heard of any such cases,
You are the sole fact I care to prove;
Sworn an oath 'pon which your Truth never fails,
Attested Beauty beyond all retort,
As you, and you alone, may move the scales,
Easily established before the court.
    Around you, my whole argument is built,
    Removing any doubt about my guilt.

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daffodils spinning heads wind scents lovely smell
     roses bedded different accent emphasizes
tulips are so colorful and bright accentuate
     élites amongst the bushes and scrubs 
placed on the table in budvases to adorn
     treasures at this June garden party
PENNED ON JUNE 29, 2014!

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In The Silence Of Beauty

How much of words shall be compared to thee

How much of beauty thou must have possessed

For mouths had blundered when words rushed to flee

Brightened eyes by thy fairness were caressed

Gloomy hearts had blossomed beneath thy shade

Deserted spirits in thee had been blessed

So shine along the dawn where nights shall fade

And release my hopes with a tender kiss

Where warm sunshine lies over lonesome hearts

Hymns of joy flowed so softly into mine

And where dull nights fail to break us apart

I glimpsed my dreams in the sweet love of thine

Seeking in thy beauty for words to steal

As I am embraced by heart thou shall heal


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Parisienne Night

   MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - Parisienne Dream
Quite suddenly you've fallen through the seams
from very life, to stroll here by the Seine,
dropped from reality into my dreams
where you've loved me forever now and then.

You taste the fragrance of Parisienne night
and hear the distant singing all too clear,
it's just a dying nymph, in her delight,
one of the dead who knows her death is here.

Be as it may, your love tries not to speak,
as we enjoy the streetlamps' shadowings,
I press you to the stone and kiss your cheek,
and you can feel the sorrow midnight brings;

you echo words that concertina's say
only at night when love has lost her way.

My searching leads to parting of your hair,
as gentle hands reveal a neck too white,
and you can feel the pain, it lingers where;
I've set my teeth, and then you feel the bite,

and there I nurse, your suckling tiny child,
of blood and life, the nourishment I crave;
that keeps me seeking you, but drives me wild;
and makes me civilized, but mis-behave.

In your surprise, your feigning now and then,,
expecting sex; this is no mere foreplay;
you go beyond the limits of the Seine,
to yet another dream that will not stay.

Your struggle to reality is brief,
and you succomb into my time of grief.

The draining of your love into my own
is secondary to the love you take,
you'll fall from here, back to the life you've known
and that's the choice you have, it's yours to make;

you'll waken in the night and you'll forget;
safe in your bed, your pensione's gloom,
but on your neck, the trace of blood and sweat
leads you to feel each shadow of your room.

Remembering the locking of our eyes,
that made you cross the line into the dead,
will make you cry, but never realize,
that where you've been lies hidden in your head.

One day, you'll meet a boy I cannot be, 
but making love to him, you're making love to me.
© Ron Arbuthnot.

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Moonlight Sonnet

Moonlight Sonnet

A song masterfully crafted, by a man hard of hearing:
able to sooth any man or woman's ear.
Beethoven could barely hear, the crowd's crying and cheering
Still the beauty of his works, would not disappear.
Moonlight Sonata outlives, even it's composer's death
Like Moonlight; the Sonata shines upon the world.
Tis so human, it can rob one, of one's breath
for to describe its beauty, man possesses no word. 
But always must I remove, my spirits from aloft,
When I hear the end-silence, of the sonata I adore:
Never again, will a song like a kiss be soft.
For the composer who had such power, composes no more.
I remain grateful, though I will never hear the moonlight, played in a great hall
For I would be worse off, if I had never, heard it at all. 

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End comes surely,
Now lost at sea;
Rest feels sleepy,
Opt peace that frees;
Unbraid old woes,
Toils of these shores,
Enter and go.
New light feeds core,
Obtain fond ease
Within a place;
Hidden in peace,
Exult fine grace;
Rest in sweet balm,
Explore soul calm.

Leon Enriquez
30 December 2014

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Monsieur L'Vampyre - the Foggy Night

     MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - the foggy night
As dark a night that's hidden Paris streets
from prying eyes, fell on the city cold,
there came I to the setting fog, that greets
the cobble stones layed in the days of old.

With naught to fear from Gendarmes in the night,
I wandered through the dark, just searching for
someone who's lost at life and love, and might
be ready for what this night has in store.

And near me, walking by the River Seine
face turned into her hands, to hide her tears,
a beauty bound to stop the hearts of men,
in days of youth or getting on in years;

  I knew at once her love was drawing nigh
  so set my path to where she met mine eye.

A welcome sigh from deep within her breast
breathed from her lips and begged my company,
so strolled we through the fog, and made a quest
of finding what was love, what could it be?

And reasoned she, that love was just a game
that men have made the rules and set to stone
and my requital was, our love's a flame
that burns as much as anything that's known.

So as the fog hid ev'ry thing from sight
we set about to find what love might show
then loved we through the cold Parisienne night
down by the Seine, where only lovers go;

   and when I sank my teeth, I heard her sigh,
   that love must be the only way to die.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

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Glimpse happy tidings as grace follows me;
Urge of still brilliance with good vibrations;
Align fine sensing with truth and beauty;
Rousing countenance in fine emotions.
Deliver each day with profound being;
Imprints of wonder as my path wanders;
Appoint my sure stay with clear becoming;
Now and here render my soul surrender.
Answer my question with thought profound;
Nearer and clearer than I can presume;
Gifted admission to Spirit's pure grounds;
Etch in soul matter, enlightened perfume.
Light my homebound way with lovely caress;
Sign rich rainbow rays with loving address.

Leon Enriquez
25 Apr 2014

(Note: This poem is an Acrostic Sonnet.)

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The Lady Suffers

The Lady Suffers 

What of the slow falling of morning dew 
rain that sets a cold shiver upon you
A sky that dances to yet mock anew
goodness and gentleness surely your due!

Can earth dare to ever this one reproach
promises of your sure sweetened approach
Pretty maiden of your innocent ways
sends joy into glorious summer days!

What of wind that so evilly blows
away all sacred words that you compose
Dares wickedly ruin your pretty hair
disrupt loving mood of my lady fair!

Nay, Nature careless , so very cruel 
made up of harsh acts that so rashly rule!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-24-2014

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The Scent of Water

The Scent of Water

When eternally living waters move in your veins
gone are life's many scars and very ugly stains
Air suddenly gifts joys and great happiness anew
blessings descend so quickly down upon you

Cool dawns eagerly await your early morning rise
time sends purpose , greater life that truly flies
Soul begins to sing out gayly both day and night
thirst quenched your mind and body takes flight 

Gone are the dull miseries that kept you bored
as was gifted the "scent of water" from our Lord
Giving, sharing becomes exciting new way of life
exiting are the many little pains and daily strife

Eternal water quenches any and every desperate thirst
so drink up, drink to remove in your life the very worst.


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Sheba's face

Behold, I have seen queen Sheba,

Whose face is a golden copper;

Long or short,ask no more trace,

Her dazzling face is her grace.

Her cheeks,soft like cotton boughs,

Like mane on horse,slant hairs on her brows;

The white of her eyes,snowy like ivory,

Her lips,tender and like inner cake fluffy.

Her chin, at the tip with inviting dimple,

The forehead sparkling without a pimple;

The bridge of her nose is gradient,

Baby face that is no beauty picket.

Heaven says of Sheba’s face :

He who wins this, wins every race.

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     On the celestial equator she sits.
     A splendor to the zodiacal constellation, she is due south.
As starry as he can be,  Ursa Major (The Big Dipper) is 
     her neighbor.
As her picture unfolds, a spike of grain she holds.

     Epithet is the Mother of God.
     Her spiritual bond sanctifies all.
Her tender love is shown,
as God so loved the world.

     An astrophysical being is a twilight of beauty.
So astral and metaphysical, she is truly beautiful.
Holding her offerings, she pauses.

     A pictorial of exquisite art this woman is.
In moral excellence, she resides ecliptic in the sky.
Virgo, the Virgin, is the most beautiful zodiac sign.
PENNED ON JULY 05, 2014!

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A demand

Do you demand a poem every day?
But you only flourish in May –
There is a day for Beauty,
And days without it.
But if you fail to bloom
Every spring, after noon –
There will be no days to recall,
Beauty will be lost to us all.
How unfair is to give
- so little – even if I receive
- so much – but bless my heart
Is it love or is it art?
My mind is feeble and refuses a past
That my words can outlast.

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Sonnet 36

'Tis beauty is, glory after the fall,
A soul that swam in sin now with the sun,
At war with Autumn's act, abused and all,
By love that left unto another one.

Leaves died and fell unto the heart of grass,
Burning thine soul and gifted chlorophyll.
Lovely a leaf that lied with lust at last,
Causing a fever that ones earth would feel.

Glory that God hath lifted seasons change,
To birth the life of breath into a tree.
As love would leave, new leaves would grow with-in,
Of beauty blossoming beyond debri.

A broken heart is like a fallen leaf,
Yet night born from unloved light rise from grief.

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Rhymes upon a time,
Heed the message here;
Yield a hidden rhyme,
Meet that secret cheer;
Echoes in the mists,
Sense a profound feel.
Urge sparkles a gist,
Pleasure comes to heal;
Open mind and heart,
Note how nurture grooms.
Time for certain start,
Ink a primal bloom;
Match what finesse shows,
Expound bliss that glows.

Leon Enriquez
02 January 2015

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A Sonnet For The Endearing Rose

A gentle being, is the rose;
though its nails can be quite sharp.
The lovely flower, I suppose; 
controls the human heart.

For valentines, it bleeds so red; 
for mother’s, yellow sun.
All will bow their lovely heads; 
once their day is done.

Their fragrance, it will mesmerize; 
all those who are near.
It doesn't matter, what their size; 
lovers, they draw near.

So much more regal than the rest; 
the rose, is nature’s family crest, 


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Primal feel links
Love in fond say;
Exult fine think,
Align wordplay;
Seek beyond space,
Use defines poise;
Reach deeper grace,
Effort claims voice.
Sow what feeds zest,
Choice frees the form;
Rise to the quest,
Indulge brave norms;
Promptly in verse,
Touch now observes.

Leon Enriquez
23 August 2014

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Proud Parrot

Proud Parrot

He’s such a cocky little bird
Head held high, and chest puffed out
He struts around, my heart is stirred
There’s a kind of silence all about.

He’s green, and blue, and beautiful
Yellow ring around his throat
He don’t care that the weather’s cool
He has a lovely sheeny coat.

A crested pigeon comes to feed
But he’s not there for long
Our Parrot, he gets wild, indeed
His will so very strong

His hunger staved he sits in tree
And whistles softly just for me.

13 July 2014 @ 0336hrs.

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Align dear heart,
Urge prompts fond feel;
Sense poignant start,
Play with wise will;
Intent now shows,
Curious words fling;
Incite clear flow,
Observe grand spring;
Use sculpts fond say,
Sense a true prize.
Feel lines that stay,
Allow sure price;
Touch wears a smile,
Expound clear style.

Leon Enriquez
18 February 2015

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Panthera Tigris

To them most stealthy, most noble, most fierce,
  Chased and trophied by a mightier foe;
Striped jungle beast leaping whose time is less -
  O white coated emperor in the snow!
Now 'tis the hunter turned hunted great cat
  Whose lone prowl is driven to higher ground,
But this I shame to hear, and more than that,
  No man should follow where Tigers are found.
The ghost of legend in the forest cage
  Will not save or give us back to cherish;
'Tis the irony of our futile age,
  For that which makes you great makes you perish!
A world without all is a world less grand,
And I mourn the Tigers in Tigerland.


Dedicated to all those unsung people who
Protect and preserve the natural world.

February 1991

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Pandora's Box – sonnet

Who would have thought, when Epimetheus
Had seen the utmost beauty sent by gods,
He would not listen to Prometheus,
And keep his hands away? What were the odds?
Because of him, we now have amongst us
All evil things, from pain to very death,
From anger up to illness, and, alas,
From greed up to the envy's stinking breath...
But also, due to him and his embrace
Of warm desire for the beauty found,
When sweet Pandora opened up her case
And all the blights kept spreading all around,
We have one tiny, fragile, magic rope,
That keeps us going on forever: HOPE.

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The Beholder

Go before the tired eyes
Present your gifts o'many
Parade the soft and subtle guise
The flowing mane o'plenty.

Tender looks and piercing gaze
All for you they do toil
of molten soul and crystal stays
upon your corset spoil.

Dread not the certain death of lust
Hell bent on you it rushes
And run aground o' loves swift gusts
in whispers and in hushes.

You turn to hatreds' burning ire
forgiveness crushed to pieces
And burned to ashes in the fire
of passions searing releases

Mere person sees and feels in beauty lent
Pure soul it knows its already been spent.

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The Raven

The Raven

Handsome bird as black as coal
You have such piercing eyes
And too such wondrous shiny sheen
You look so very wise

Some call you messenger of God
Some say you symbolize
Death, and dark misfortune
I love your lonesome cries

I see in you magnificence
I love the look of you
A carrion eater you might be
But that’s just what you do

To me you’re filled with mystery
A mystic, magic bird, you be.

8 July 2014 @ 1352hrs.

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Beautiful Things

Today I’ll go to the galleria,
To shop for "small" precious beautiful things 
A ring, a necklace, and a tiara, 
That will totally pull at my heartstrings. 

I’ll meet a friend at the pizzeria. 
Before that, I have to get that new dress.
Shoes and bag to match - ala Senora, 
My look, surely my friend will be impressed.

On my way to buy my favorite things, 
A resplendent flower cloaked me with awe,
The stranger’s sweet smile meant everything,
Heartwarming was the gaze the lovers threw,

Utterly wonderful delights! Me thinks.
They are just simple, but beautiful things!


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Is it the greatness of your art

Is it the greatness of your art or intellect,
that you proclaim for all the world to see.
That my thoughts and wit would appear reject,
and wither upon the vine with me.
Is it your beauty and wisdom that astound.
That’s alien to this world that strikes me dumb.
No, neither you nor the masses you confound,
That words which flowed so freely will not come.
You with that simple vacant stare,
that underpins the hollows of your mind.
You, should not presume to dare,
that your fame, has my thoughts maligned.
But when your art has won the day,
then mine is helpless to teach or sway.

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The Morning Moon's Glow -Shakespearean Sonnet-

The quiet city, is still half asleep the morning moon's glow pierces through the sky, stars gather close, as if they were in heaps watching faint clouds, as they slowly drift by. What will become of this December morn? Will the birds sing happily, in the snow? Forests of green, snow still waits to be worn resting underneath, the morning moon's glow. The morning moon's glow, seems to shine so bright a cool, crisp feeling, settles in the air, nature awaiting, the peek of daylight to be held with warm, tender, loving care. Silently, I gaze through my big window standing in awe, of the morning moon's glow. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Dec.15/2005 This is the first time I've written a Shakespearean Sonnet. I was inspired by the brightly lit moon this morning.

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Proud daughters with an ancient regal look; 
Each undulating move is like a kiss. 
They open up their beauty like a book - 
In righteous, rhythmic, syncopated bliss. 

Erotic ebony gives sinful shine 
To skin that glistens bright the night unique. 
Obsidian, delightful cherry wine; 
From transubstantiated Mozambique. 

Her stride is like the river as it flows; 
She moves with prideful beauty - statuesque. 
Oh lady Africa your passion glows 
With lust imbued by rippled arabesque. 

So sleek and wet her silouette goes by 
A royal beauty born of great Masai. 

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Youthful Memories, Treasures Held

 Youthful Memories, Treasures Held

Memories,  treasures waiting for me
pictures frozen in precious vaults
fruits from so many time trees
holding lessons of my many faults

Endlessly endearing emotions store away
stars swept into vast galaxies of fate
on journeys my mind often eagerly stray
seeking relief, praying it is not too late

My heart keeps redial with a quick connect
loves, sorrows, sweet pains of deep remorse
ever ready to serve up for desired effect
with the wanted results given of course

Treasure waiting to be conveniently tapped
Sweet , delicious milk to be silently lapped

Robert J. Lindley  06-22-2014

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Garden party

Just two of us you and me,
Meeting in dark under the stars,
A Garden party especially for we,
Roses and Lillies, gifts no bars,

Table for two laid on one side,
Silky top, vases and colourful frills decorate,
With my beloved desirous of moonlit ride,
Awed, might not subtle emotions precipitate,

Choice of our favourite foods to relish,
Luscious desserts to feast will amaze,
Seducing attire, gems and diamonds embellish,
Sitting beside, won't set the souls ablaze ?

Wish that the garden party doesn't ever last,
Lost in Togetherness, take leave of the past !

Written on 3/7/14
Contest- Garden party
Sponsor- Cyndi Macmillan

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Garden Party Contest - Sonnet

This is my first at a sonnet, a very nice lady told me where to research and here is my try.

The sun is shinning and the breeze is a blow
my table is all white with lace in it's place
and tea cups in a row.

Fresh, red watermelon in tiny scoops with
orange marmalade sandwiches 
in the shape of a loop.

The lavender garden all a bloom with fuzzy,
yellow and black bumble bees, kissing it's plumes.

A garden party is always a treat, it is a place
where after the flowery garden walk you can 
sip tea, have a laugh, even tell a secret, a true
friend will keep.

A place in nature you can peacefully
rest your feet.

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Succinct this feel:
Touch in a merge,
Yield to fond will;
Live form and surge,
Explore the edge.
Note the vision,
Open the page;
Weave fine action.
See a new way,
Meet strange and bold;
Intent a say,
Love what unfolds;
Etch cheery grounds,
Seek insight sound.

Leon Enriquez
17 February 2015

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Begin and start to see the truth;
Explore the feel in senses wild;
Allow true heart to find the proof;
Use joy to heal the inner child;
Trust helps to scope the sparks that style;
Yield precious play that marks the way;
Indulge fond hope as faith weaves smiles;
Note happy stay through night and day;
Ask to be kind in sure life quest;
Be without blame through woe and pain;
Expect to find true zeal and zest;
Align good name beyond mere gains;
Start and dare end with beauty bright;
Touch a wise trend and do things right.

Leon Enriquez
24 August 2014

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Imagine If

Imagine If Written By: D. Collins 2/25/13 Imagine if we'd shown more love to people we've known. We wouldn't miss them so much when God calls them home. We would have given them as much love as they'll ever need. When God calls for new Angels, they'll have a decisive lead. Imagine if something like that was in every one of us. Imagine if everything we did was righteous and just. There wouldn't be corruption or any drawn-out wars. Whoever is suffering, that suffering is yours. Imagine if we vowed to not see any child deprived. Imagine how many years that will add to our lives. No one falters because we all have their back. No allies, enemies, or anything like that. Imagine if we showed one another some brotherly love. Instead of killing a man, we actually gave him a hug. God would like us better, 'cause that's how he made us to be. We turned skin color and religion into this bigotry. Imagine if we lived in a place where fear didn't exist. And, we never had a reason to raise our fists. Wouldn't that be ideal? Wouldn't that be Eden? Imagine that kind of place, it's purpose, and meaning.

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Of all the wonders in the world to share
the moment you awaken, with your sighs,
speaks to my heart that you have been somewhere
agathering the love there in your eyes.

I think you wake to spread this happiness
to those in need of you, and I am one,
see how it warms my heart, as if, I guess,
you feel our need your love depends upon.

I know what you've been saying's very clear
for have we all not said these very things?
each sound of baby talk, the heart can hear
and understand for all the love it sings.

Our wonder is in all your love can do
each time your eyes awake, revealing you.
....© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

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She lives in gold and diamond town
Just beside a windy beach
Her temple slicks in silky gown
As nature takes it tender leads

Her beauty sparkles like summer rose
While dreams and love is all he talks
Her hearts builds hope and flow with growth
As fancy thoughts of Randy strucks

She tongues with pen as daily meal
And wax her brain with thoughts to fly
Her height is threat and fright to hills
As life to her is trait and pride

Oh nymph in ortner summer rose!
An ember in his glory glow

by Immaculata Ortner

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The Perfect Picture

Saw an angel right in front of me
So perfect, forever in my memory
Every thought of her sets me free
The picture is there for me to see

Her brown hair flowing to the side
Bangs cascading, nothing to hide
Her neckline exposed so lovingly
My pretty angel is so heavenly

Skin so soft and smooth it seems
A wonder in all of my dreams
Eyes so bright, showing love within
Crimson lips so full, with a sly grin

An angel's been sent to lead the way
Casting aside all my visions of gray

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Mind seeks to know,
Imprints of thought;
Rest in fond glow,
Apt streams allot;
Calm faith knows joy,
Love wears fond grace;
Explore fine ploys,
Meet profound space;
Opt just to be,
Moments bring health;
Expect and see,
Notice grand wealth;
Time here is brief,
Sense beyond grief.

Leon Enriquez
03 September 2014

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The Shadow Is You

Young lady! Yes, You!, I’m talking to you!
What do you see looking in a mirror?
Do you see a pretty face as I do?
You do? You’re sure about that? Stand nearer
My dear and look into mascaraed eyes
In deeper, deeper still, into your soul.
Does beauty reign in that realm undisguised?
External beauty plays a minor role
In life. Now, my dear, stand back from the glass
See what’s behind you? No? It’s your shadow
A faceless non-irradiated mass
Devoid of beauty and class, this you know.
It has accompanied you from the start
While beauty waned your soul became its heart.

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Sense a clear will:
Thought cannot reach;
Image can feel
Love tends the bridge;
Live in the gap,
Note truth intact;
Emerge from trap,
See with new tact,
Sound light shows proof.
Peace lies within,
Explore deep truth,
Apt yet unseen;
Keep senses still,
Sight grand goodwill.

Leon a Enriquez
16 February 2015

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Explore the verge,
Rise to the sway;
Opt for fond merge,
See sensuous play;
Express the moves,
Reach to spark light;
On wavy grooves,
Touch follows sight;
Incline your heart,
Charm flirts the brink;
Apt flow feeds start,
Note feel that syncs;
One motive springs,
Wellness now flings.

Leon Enriquez
05 October 2014

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A Poem On Quotes

A Poem On Quotes

A quote can inspire others to fame
 words to so fiercely spirit tame
Compassion stabbed out with a pen
 heart cracked open , sacrifice then

Never fear to gift hope to others
 think of love, as in our mothers
Take bits of wisdom to freely share
 ladder be damned , take the stairs

Record good thoughts to inspire joy
 leave those to help but not annoy
Angels see our souls often laid bare
 they rejoice when we unselfishly share

Think of others with poetic shared words
Yes, fly we can, it is not just for the birds

Robert J. Lindley 07-25-2014

My Seven Poetry Quotes
1.To show heart, wisdom and compassion write poetry and 
write it often! 
 by Robert J. Lindley

2. Ink the pen, share with all that will read then.
by Robert J.Lindley

3. If a drug you must have, choose poetry and generosity.
by Robert J. Lindley 

4.To slay the beast deny its feast by writing 
food for thought and savor spiritual inspiration.
by Robert J. Lindley

5. Write to save your soul, always a worthy goal.
by Robert J.Lindley

6. Poetry saves lives as does frequent hand washing.
by Robert J. Lindley

7. Hope appeared, poetry was born!
 by Robert J. Lindley

Over the decades on paper I very often did sign these 
quotes at the end of my writes.
One I left off this list now was during my "bad " years
 it was, 
"Poetry is Death and Torture with a SOFT FEATHER
and no sleep."

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The youthful beauty of an unlined face
Unsullied by the use that lies ahead
Has still the freshness of an unturned page.
A book to show its worth must have been read.
True fairness shows when beauty dwells within.
No need to fear effects of time's swift pace,
Though chance of fate can its bright radiance dim
And leave sad mark on that beloved face.
Beauty untried is beauty quite unearned;
Fair to behold with worthiness unproved.
The cherished face with lines of living burned
Will to true lover, surely be more loved.
The beauty not reflected in the glass
Remains when more apparent charms shall pass.

By: Joyce Johnson

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Peace and plenty,
Orb of fine rays;
Earth feels savvy,
Touch of fond ways;
Incline sure heart,
Calm and surely.
Mind cheery start,
Offer to see;
Voice sparks a trend,
Etchings of art;
Meet and attend,
Echo each part;
Note how things flow,
Thrills outlive show.

Leon Enriquez
22 December 2014

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Align your way:
Feel surge of zest,
Embrace new day,
See spring's sure quest;
Truth and beauty
Instruct and stay;
Voice harmony,
Exult pulse play.
Sense a grand surge
Prompt festive waves
Reach and emerge,
Indulge thoughts brave;
Now funds good times,
Grand health that chimes.

Leon Enriquez
15 February 2015

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Explore the core where truth abides;
Seek to be still as essence shows;
Strive to know more to transcend pride;
Endow goodwill with joy that flows;
Now be at peace with who you are;
Choose to be brave as love funds all;
Embrace increase with cheer that stars.
Proof calmly saves as grandeur calls;
Appoint wise feel in steady stance;
Speak to your soul of cheer and change;
Spell words that heal in wit and chance;
Incite a whole that bears clear range;
Open your mind to heart that knows;
Note and align with light that grows.

Leon Enriquez
09 May 2014

(Note: This poem is an Acrostic Sonnet.)

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While living deep I realise I can  
Go deeper still to try and find my man
The man in I that searches and implores
The man that wonders walks along these shores
Amphibian I crawl out from the sea
And brain evolves as something just like me
Then stand up straight and wander on this beach
And pain it strikes when I stretch out to reach
Where is this place and what should I do here
This place that’s full of treachery and fear
There’s awesome beauty also everywhere
Such beauty that a mind can scarce compare

We living things are lonesome and we’re here
Together on these shores we hold so dear

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morning has broken

Morning Has Broken 

The sea is flat and motionless shiny grey as a cannon
at a military museum Saturday afternoon, sun, storm 
rain or storm will never bring life back to its surface. 
The shoreline too is grey and there are tanks around 
from a big battle that raged when a plane was shot 
out of the sky; a world war began destroying dreams
of thousand years of peace. The strand of life is filled 
with heaps of ashen bones and untold horrors. 

On Morpheus´s wings I land softly outside a small
lemon hued house, enter and make a cup of coffee.
As I sip golden brew the colours are slowly returning,
 the sky is summer blue with a few streaks of white,
remnants of night´s grief. Sun is yellow, so is straw, 
but the olive tree is as green as the ocean used to be.     

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You know you can learn to discern;
Open your mind, open your heart;
Urge prompts fine plan to fit concerns;
Reach deep to find the pulse to start.
Seek out the light that shows the way;
Touch helps you know a certain feel;
Opt for bold sight to frame your play;
Rich moments show the poise of will;
You know your quest as path awaits.
Yes start to act as you take aim;
Offer your best to meet your fate;
Unite firm tact as cause now claims;
Reap what you sow with zest that comes;
Sense a fine glow that spreads and sums.

Leon Enriquez
30 May 2014

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Deep in my life, when all the world was mine,
and lost to everyone I'd ever known,
so dark in day where sunlight doesn't shine
except in silver streams all mine alone,

she came in gentle, warm and summer rain,
out of a misty light, with searching eyes,
and all to soon she found all joy and pain
before I had the time to realize.

I'd never be the same, from just that look,
into her eyes, so deep and far away,
and then she read my life, that opened book,
my heart had bared to her that summer day.
The fear of God is  all I can compare
her blue of eyes; and how Anne, found me there. 
    ©  ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

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Taste the sweet wine, taste once again;
Opt for sure joy, opt for good feel;
Urge marks the vine, urge brings refrain;
Charm pleasures ploy, charm feeds warm thrill;
Haste follows taste, haste funds the run;
Indulge sure heart, indulge wise thought;
Now pulse makes haste, now mind knows pun;
Grief plays the part, grief knows the lot.
Bring a sweet poise, bring a warm sway;
Explore the feel, explore the touch;
Allow warm voice, allow kind ways;
Use funds appeal, use tempts fine nudge;
Thrill in fond gaze, thrill in good cheer;
Yes chance the maze, yes live well here.

Leon Enriquez
27 November 2014

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(For Ukadike Chimma)
That day I was but walking on my path, full of self-confidence,

heading towards a purpose I had set from my residence.

My humble head bowed low, I pressed forward in a haste,

yet I was mindful lest I outrun my chance to court a waste.

Leaving behind the sights and all that my back had brought

to face what my way’d unveil, I prepared even to be fought.

Forcefully my head was raised, for something had beckoned—

it was an irresistibly pretty figure I saw or so I had reckoned.

I gave a pause, poised to find what the distance would unfold,

little foreseeing I would enjoy defeat from what I set to behold.

The more it advanced the lesser my endurance and my strength.

I trembled: it was the first adventure facing me from this length.

I am a young soldier though, at home, in a haste, I’d left my wit,

and now struck helpless by her soothing hit, I am no more fit.

Have mercy, spare me, for all my skills I have lost or unlearned,

or take a wink to look away while I address the desire I discerned.

If I am blessed to accomplish this task, I shall be more than glad;

but If I fall casualty to the defeat of the challenge, I shall be sad,

for I have never before retreated from a duet of this kind all in vain,

yet if I can use up all I have left, I shall not care to manage a gain.

Now she’s near so it’s time I waved her a stop to give my best,

since I’ve got two awesome things—this task and a school test.

To pass one and fail the other (or miss one) is going to mean a crime.

God, help me here with overwhelming words as my tongue I prime,

because I must not exhibit a repelling style or make a worse blunder

and be displeased with  my waning military spirit if we’re put asunder.

Do you understand I can’t make out why I stand under your charm,

because it always takes place the other way round without any harm?

The ethereal lure radiating from this unblemished skin equals the cost

of your doting parentage, the root you grew from that mustn’t be lost.

Now you grow, grow and grow, while skeptics marvel as you soar tall

from the root of this tree that you must garden and see it doesn’t fall.

If you can disorientate me in this manner while I forget to remember

what I’m capable of,  you deserve kudos from January to December.

Because of waywardness my tongue should give way to my clever pen

which is mightier than the sword and be the spokesman of wise men.

It adores the spotless teeth you flaunt as a sign of mildness and peace;

appreciates the dazzling light in your eyes that reduces one to a piece;

and promises to smear your plumb cheeks with  deserving delight

by ensuring that you beam with dimples like the stars in the night.

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Room for sure bliss,
Apt as the light;
Please then pure ease,
Touch a fond sight.
Urge floods fond feel,
Rapture funds bloom,
Express joy's thrill.
Note grace that groom,
Opt for kind thoughts,
Weave a calm spell.
Hurl a bold plot,
Explore love well;
Reach for plain truth,
End with love's proof.

Leon Enriquez
19 December 2014

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Eve's Bird Song Had Changed

Eve’s Bird Song Had Changed

The man would soon declare that he should believe
He could have the birds singing in the garden round
To which he could hear her gaiety voice of Eve
Where he had added to their own an over- sound.

The man heard her toning of mean but withhout the words
So he surely admittedly an eloquence so soft
Therein the round garden had an influence on birds
When upon one’s ears you can call or laugh thus carrying it aloft.

Forever as it may be, she thus sang a heavenly song
Thereafter her voice was heard upon voices crossed
In the wooded forests now persisted there so long
Never will it probably would be lost.

In the end the birds song will be sounding the same
And with in dire consequences this is why Eve had came.

Written: 2/15/15

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Wintry Gem Of White

A drop gleams brightly in the light
On winter’s nape that hangs on iced trees;
Its shine endures and fills the night,
With a lacquer from nature's alchemy.

Each shape is unique than the rest,
Wondrously strung as dew of worth,
Rare South Sea ones; they're ocean's best,
Designed by hands to enchant our  earth.

Woven tight flashing through chilled air
To warm the nip of a wintry spell
Oval or round, these gems declare
The sparkling white made to excel.

Lovely are pearls in endless streams
Bestowed to a girl at eighteen.

For Contest: Precious Stones and Gems

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Memento Mori

Long hair, beautiful and dark like a starless night sky,
perfectly matching her personality.
A face as intoxicating as an empty bottle of rye
with eyes that glare dogmatically.
Her body is an hourglass
and my time is running out.
Composure I must amass
for these feelings I know little about.
She is a book filled with an unknown story
written in the blood ink of her past lovers --
my very own memento mori,
which if ignored will put me under the covers.
Covers from which I will not rise,
stuck beneath her sheet of lies.

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In the emeralds glad luminous scene

Neither this lovers` star with pale beam,
Nor your pensive mood, can bring a day,
In which the burning wave will clean the stream,
Or lead the sheep and clouds to change the gray.
However, the grass will see beyond the placid night,
And honest eyes to honest eyes will find serene nest 
And many fir trees will bring forgotten tender light.
In the forest, changing leaves in colors` flight to rest:
In the air lost, tired green with fire rain will undergo,
And gather clouds in their way towards another sphere;
But who is the wild hunter in his running the innocent roe?
Can they cross together through the spring of sorrow, here?

While the fir tree can happily reach his winter serene,
The poet dreams in the emeralds` glad luminous scene.

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Green represents one of the sourest apple candies.
Green grass surrounded by the forests of the Andes. 
Green is a color of nature, plants, amphibians and reptiles.  
Green is used in fabric for our textiles. 
Green is what our diamonds in baseball surround. 
Green is what the farmers use to plow their ground 
Green is our currency, as it pays my beer and tuition. 
Green was the last name of my doctor, I was told to consult my physician. 
Green eggs and ham is the breakfast of a fairytale. 
Green the color of the fin for the little mermaid Ariel.
Green is what makes the make month march go by quick.
Green is the color of the Celtic pride that holds a walking stick. 
Green jewels represent the birthstone of any day during May. 
Green trees keep us breathing and healthy as we live our wonder wall day. 

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Appease fond health,
Worth knows grand feel;
Expect wise wealth,
Allow sure will.
Live the right way,
Touch helps you know;
Hurl a fine stay,
Yes live the flow.
See beauty here,
Thrill fills the air;
Reach beyond fear,
Align bold flair.
Now is sure time,
Dream what you rhyme.

Leon Enriquez
28 November 2014

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conversion – sonnet

they say that pearls are gemstones, and it's true:
their beauty often takes our dreams away,
we string them into shiny ropes of dew
and pride ourselves with what the others say
when they are charmed by bracelets, circlets, rings,
and any other pearly jewel we flaunt...
the heart in front of their pure beauty sings,
and we enjoy the outcome of our vaunt...
but never do we take the time to learn
the cruelty of the price one oyster pays
to bring to life ONE pearl, the pain, the yearn,
the agony in which the oyster lays...
if WE could turn to pearls our inner throes,
would we be just as proud to flourish those?...

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Cherry Blossoms- Yoshino Sakura

Your beauty and delicate nature, indeed we cannot deny
Yet having such a short life span, you somehow eventually die
Like the transient nature of mist and clouds, you superbly reappear
Then breathtakingly take your time to freshen up the air

A majestic symbol of power, knowledge and spiritual pulchritude
Celebrated blossoms attained in Spring you've magnificently exude
You evoke an artistic comparison through your bright ruddy hue
And in the night when we're asleep your petals the skies bedew

Your flowers are nearly pure white, and tinged with the palest pink, 
Without hesitation you shrivel and fall before I could even blink 
Your spiritual and cultural significance is never an incomplete
Accompanied by your long weeping branches are flowers so very petite

So stunning and stupendously, you lay about the trees
And even when you've carpeted the ground, your beauty never cease


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Thoughts to My Love

When sat here on my own you fill my mind,
Alone with words that can’t begin to say,
The beauty you have shown is mine to find,
Can poetic lines reveal my love today?
Alone with words that can’t begin to say,
My heart, the only thing I give to you,
Can poetic lines reveal my love today?
I pray they carry me into your view.
My heart, the only thing I give to you,
My humble thoughts with no merit or worth,
I pray they carry me into your view,
For in your love I find my own rebirth,
The beauty you have shown is mine to find,
When sat here on my own you fill my mind.

Form: Pantoum Sonnet

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A Sonnet for Jayne

A Sonnet for Jayne

O,'Tis such a rare and beauteous thing 
Amidst the turmoil,who can explain 
That which inspires a man's soul to sing, 
Or to reflect its light in loud refrain. 
Were the stars so sullen before we met? 
Did both the moon and sun forswear to shine? 
For I could roam the whole of earth, and yet 
What beauty gazed upon compares to thine? 
With but the lightest touch my heart combusts, 
A whisper bids all other thoughts depart, 
Ensnared within love's stormy throes and gusts,
With passion found, does life then truly start?
I pray thee say it's me whom you adore 
Or let me go so I may die once more. 

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sonnet 1

Is life worth living if it’s not for you?
Cold thus the summer, the fields flowerless
Such is the world without thy beauty view
Of eternal gloom my sorrow boundless

As thy presence convince this unsure heart
Life’s worth living if thine love I possess
Believe these words I say before I part
Ever my love be true this I confess

Eternity’s but a moment with thee
Every smile’s a delight to my soul 
Let me to the sound of your voice sleep
Never to wake should I not hear you call

Let me live my life with your heart in mine
May my last breath whisper thou art divine.

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Do you see love in life's grand gift?
Imprint marks clear the obvious plan;
Voice hints surely in waves that lift;
Insight now steers to ground grand trend;
Notice the feel in burst of sight;
Emote a poise in cast and show.
Play with appeal that follows light;
Remind free choice that answers flow;
Enjoy each day and night that comes;
Charm has a way to hurl and fling;
Invite fine stay with mystic sum;
Opt to obey the path of spring;
Unmask true soul that ever calls;
Sense a sure whole that hides in all.

Leon Enriquez
06 June 2014

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Reach for a voice,
Allow bold say;
Do daring choice,
Intuit a way.
Ask to be free,
Note how you feel;
Cheer helps you be,
Endow goodwill.
Apt as a smile,
Love marks your poise;
Ink verse worthwhile,
Glimpse and rejoice.
Near or far sail,
Sense soul avail.

Leon Enriquez
28 November 2014

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Align clear sight, align brave voice:
Live with passion, live with grandeur;
Indulge grand light, indulge sound choice;
Glimpse sure action, glimpse fine splendour;
Heed deep insight, heed bold passage;
Trust in plain truth, trust in wise feel.
Embrace calm sight, embrace message;
Mind words foolproof, mind thoughts surreal;
Explore the core, explore the way;
Reach lovely gain, reach lively fun;
Grace helps you soar, grace heaps fine rays;
Endow love plain, endow fine run;
Now work pure sight, now word sweet chimes;
Truth hurls new light, truth flings fluent rhymes.

Leon Enriquez
26 September 2014

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Charm hurls fond say,
Lines of clear fact;
Attend the way,
Soul knows sure tact;
Sense fragrant feel,
Indulge the heart;
Calm poise appeals,
See precious art.
Surreal yet strange,
Choice sparks bold route;
Richness gains range,
Ideas reach out;
Plot and play prime,
Truth dwells in time.

Leon Enriquez
08 September 2014

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Se Promener

Down by the River Seine, where light abounds
come take a walk with me, a sheer delight,
just listen to the distant flowing sounds
of Paris coming to another night;

to hear a distant concertina play
is magic to mine ears, c'est magnifique,
and only Paris lives, in such a way
that brings the love of which the poets speak;

to see this city shroud itself in glow
from all the love, of which we are a part,
is seeing birth that few in life can know
and all this love of Paris, is its' heart.

  Je vais me promener--come join my walk 
  forgetting life a while, let's idle talk.

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Wear humour odd,
Odd as a noose;
Noose in stray thought,
Dread you set loose;
Enter the rate,
Rate that you keep.
Keep to a date,
Note date that sleeps.
Opt to be wild,
Wild  as faith sets;
Sets free that child.
A child who bets.
Wear curious ears,
Ears that feed years.

Leon Enriquez
27 November 2014

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Spill floral scents,
Touch of delight;
Yield to ascent,
Lure feeds insight,
Excite fond feel.
Fresh perfume charms,
Rich touchy thrill,
Attest and sum;
Glimpse a warm swirl,
Reap a clear nudge;
Apply and hurl,
Nice textures touch;
Choice feels the whiff,
Exult fresh sniff.

Leon Enriquez
19 February 2015
CNY Goat 1st Day

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There is a pulse,
Here in this space;
Ebb and impulse,
Rich with deep trace;
Move with the beat,
Opt for a swirl;
Do watch the heat,
Yield buzz of world;
Note the firm pitch,
Aim dense and deep;
Mind the hot niche,
Induct warm keep;
Charm flings hot spot,
Sense heated lot.

Leon a Enriquez
08 October 2014

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Rose for all Seasons


As He looked down from the heavens above,
He created spring and prepared the earth.
He decided Eden needed more love
and made this the season for a new birth.

A perfect garden but man was alone.
One night He caused man to dream in his sleep
and opened his breast removing a bone.
A flower was planted for man to keep.

I am that mate, I’m man's flowering rose.
I was planted in spring in hallowed ground. 
Created in beauty the gardener knows,
the flower of man, to him I am bound.

No longer will man be alone to toil.
Planted in spring in God’s loving soil.


Now is the season I have come to bloom.
Thriving in summer, the gardener’s plan.
Born as a flower within the earth’s womb.
A beautiful rose created for man.

His gift of a flower since time began.
Companion for life, a loving soul mate.
Blossoming strength in the summertime span.
Flowering beauty at the garden gate.

I am that rose, such a wonderful fate.
Strength in beauty, I’m the gardener’s rose.
Created for man so we can relate.
I stand behind him where the garden grows.

Grace in beauty and feminine power.
Standing with him, I’m the summer flower.


Fall is the season of power and might.
A soul mate I was created to be
and placed in the garden at God’s decree.
Behind my man in the gardener’s sight,
a feminine rose is the male delight.
As I stand next to him, for all to see,
my mystical power that set him free
and the gardener smiled for it was right.

Fall is the season I start to relax,
the breeze is provoking my rest and sleep.
It is the season, our work is now done.
Together all year we learned all the facts
and memories that we, forever keep.
For we have been blessed together as one.


Winter lends a blanket of snow
here in the place where gardens grow.
Blossomed all year beautifully dressed.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

The gardener knows the reason,
my beauty doubles next season.
I gave him strength, held to my breast.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

My man smiles because of the rose.
A winter sleep is just repose.
A rose for a man, passed the test.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

Winter lends a blanket of snow.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

Author Notes:

Spring:  Shakespearian sonnet
Summer: Spenserian sonnet
Fall: Petrarchan sonnet
Winter: Kyrielle sonnet

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Interpret my pronunciation or pronounce my interpretation

 I am convinced the stars reflect your eyes,
 Much like the moon does for the burning sun;
 If I'm correct our sun could never die,
 Until the day which to the Earth you shun.

 Let's watch the Earth set in the morning blaze,
 And dread the time when it begins to lift,
 Cuz in your light is where I want to stay
 And nighttime glow is such a deathly shift;

 Though all you carry is serenity,
 The moonlight determines an anxious flow.
 The world's desire Is your majesty,
 And limits cause our cold hearts to be sow'd.

 I would not find pride in self perfection
 Because you're beyond all of its tension

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O World, O Life

O World! O Life! In cinematic flash
  From deep darkest fathom to alpine drift:
In molten rain and shaking mountain ash,
  And in currents and winds and plates that shift.
Nomadic wildebeest in legions herd
  Million fold across an African plain:
And 'neath the mighty taloned hunting bird
  Beasts of prey over a great kingdom reign!
Diving humpback calf ocean depth to shore
  Beach on the burial sand - death to find:
Will in this sky, this sea, this earth that bore
  Come the end of all things of every kind?
Save our planet before the seas have surged,
Before the miracle of life is purged.

November 2001

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To make a phrase numismatic, it was
A day of days.  My darling ran
Under the boughs of covert loss
Until God made his presence scan,

Like a metre of bright wave, the sin
Of our hearts, and I could count each blotch
Of love as I gazed upward through the din
In my breath hiding from His scotch -

But He had kind words rain on me
And the sun came out and healed the welts and hurt
Till my sadness slipped down the vast tree-
Trunks,  and fell like stockings on the dirt

And slaps of time, and grubby days when He
Was absent. My son says He lives in every tree.

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A Thousand Kings of Old

A thousand kings of old, honor your name
Through prophecy handed down through the age
While blessing the hour in which you came
To make the world and hearts of men your stage

A revelation of beauty and grace
Foretell the legend that you shall become
As men cast eyes upon your lovely face
Thanking the Heavens, where you've fallen from

A thousand love songs will tell of your eyes
And radiant smile that brightens the night
Polished perfection, a diamond, a prize
That rivals the sun for the morning light

A vision of beauty that's been foretold
And honored by a thousand kings of old

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Thy Eyes In Which False Beauty Lies

Thy eyes in which false beauty lies
And restricts the sight till it's range,
Seeks beauty in what appears nice
And soothe in what dies with age.
Thy eyes that sees what ancestors told,
Builds a fence in thy mind;
Believes in what those old books hold
And kills the length till moon's height.
Thy eyes that pour hate in innocent heart
So make it dull with black'st flow,
And sees around with envious thought
For joy, thee never let come to thou.
Thy eyes that complain with sleek'st sigh
The one who blooms their only life. 

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Seek to know light,
Opt for clear heart;
Meet happy sights,
Align fond art;
Fire passion well,
Indulge your soul;
Touch spins a spell,
See all things whole.
Pleasure feels good,
Sense profound feel;
Yield to kind moods,
Charm follows will.
Hurl a grand thought,
Explore fine lots.

Leon Enriquez
28 November 2014

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Purpose now primes,
Reap what you sow;
Indulge your mime,
Meet spacious flow.
Allow your heart,
Live happy sights;
Increase fine art,
Note dark and light.
Speak words of joy,
Tint colours well;
Ink fond employ,
Niche faith that dwells.
Choice starts the flow,
Touch sparks grand glow.

Leon Enriquez
28 November 2014

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Inner Beauty

"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you"....A Rambling Poet

The youthful beauty of an unlined face,
Unsullied by the use that lies ahead
Has still the freshness of an unturned page.
A book to show its worth must have been read.
True fairness comes when beauty dwells within,
No need to fear effect of time’s swift pace.
Though  chance of fate can its bright radiance dim
And leave sad  mark on that beloved face.
Beauty untried is beauty quite unearned;
Fair to behold with worthiness unproved.
The cherished face with lines of living burned
Will to true lover surely be more loved.
The beauty not reflected in the glass
Remains when more apparent charms doth pass..

By: Joyce Johnson
lFor Constance , A Rambling Poet's contest  "Writing In The Sublime"			 
	Won a 7th place			

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See living light,
Poise knows deep truth;
Indulge clear sight,
Reach for wise proof;
Intuit sure peace,
Trust heart and soul;
Urge prompts new ease,
Act to be whole;
Listen and heed.
Sense beyond space;
Explore frail seed,
Niche profound face;
Surround good times,
Exult fond chimes.

Leon Enriquez
06 September 2014

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Look deeper now in shades and tints;
Indulge the mind as heart feels light;
Give voice somehow a cause to mint;
Hurl a bold find in brief insight;
Trust in delight that lives to soar.
Hide within reach the strokes that lift;
Urge plays with sight to scream and roar;
Rest hues in each to leave a gift;
Light flavours light as dark shades chime;
Sense a sure rage in colours crisp.
Deed tints most bright what portrait rhymes;
Appeal can stage a rainbow mist;
Reach language still in soul most pure;
Keep art that wills what brush works sure.

Leon Enriquez
28 February 2015

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Swans of Bleu Pond

      The Swans of Bleu Pond
We loved there in Vienna one spring day
as boating on the mirror of Bleu Pond 
we thought true love had surely come our way
though time for love for us had scarcely dawned;

your ruby smile was such a joy to see
and won my heart so quick I couldn't think
but when you touched my hand, there could't be
more love than what you made my soul to drink.

And when the swans came by, your finger tips
were on my mouth, I thought that I could die
until I tasted of your passioned lips
that brought me back from where swans never fly.

     That summer's now a pleasant memory
      the swan song of a love not meant to be.

Our muted friends, you said would never sing
for they're not free to fly, and be their own,
you said our love was that same shackled thing
so beautiful, yet freedom's never known,

and you would just as soon to early die
than clip the wings of love you had for me
and so the love we had, just you and I
was only meant for us to set it free;

and I, in love with love, and in my youth
let loose my heart to soar with swans above
who sought divining ways to search out truth
complying with the need for knowing love.

      they still sail on Bleu Pond reminding me
       of what was never mine, and I set free.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

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Argue your case with great finesse;
Reach deeper still to show and tell;
Glimpse daring phrase to duel your best;
Use firm goodwill to prime and dwell;
Meet point for point the argument;
Expect to show the views you sound;
Note thoughts and joints that complement;
Touch wears a glow that holds the ground.
Play with words well that shape your play;
Reap what you sow in factual flow;
Imprint the herd in wit that stays;
Mesh message flow in waves that stow;
Amass your reach in precious fill;
Love within each points that appeal.

Leon Enriquez
22 June 2014

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“Foregone the home delight of constant truth”…
Today, like animals endangered of extinction,
Few words still rested from William Wordsworth;
If dwelling or housing, indeed, who makes distinction 
Between the constant truth and relative morals`omission? 
Maybe,poetically living near the Being,-says Heidegger 
We should make our heart a house for  the rebel youth; 
A light soil used as filter for sins,we become kind of kieselguhr: 
But love within us flows towards the great Precentor
He uses three signs, whose perfume is always true;
Feelings warm the slices of toasted bread  in a three-decker:
Some burning dreams can change us in dry biscuits,too;
Some thoughts go nowhere,but real love may turn us to
Charitas in Veritas:that`s the hope`s song of our quiet crew.

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Hues and tints shade,
Ever more lots;
Ask for fond trade,
Live sensuous thoughts;
Trust well-being,
Hurl fine story;
Ink bold writing,
Sense what will be;
Worth greets feeling,
Echoes most grand;
Arm wise knowing,
Love words each trend;
Truth comes to free,
Heap kind beauty.

Leon Enriquez
10 September 2014

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Between Heaven and Earth

I know that Heaven's a beautiful place
With plenty of things that I haven't seen
Earth has its beauty, like the stars in space
You are the diamond that's trapped inbetween

The flowers bow down each time you walk by
In the presence of such beauty and grace
The wind will whisper your name with a sigh
While the sun completes the glow on your face

The birds stand in line to sing you a song
As the ocean plays its magical tune
The leaves in the trees will all sing along
As the moon and all the stars start to swoon

Between Heaven and Earth, you're beauty lies
Polished perfection, my diamond, my prize

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The Orchid

Beautiful flowers swaying in the breeze, 
Bundle together like bouquets in trees.
Pinks and lavenders showy orchids bloom.
Strengthen the heart and hasten away gloom.
Softer than velvet caressing smooth skin
Perfect petals sashay upon the wind.
Downward they float with their graceful finesse,
Until upon green each petal finds rest.

While young flowers cling and brighten each day.
They watch as seeds burst and then, fly away.
Knowing that beauty rebirths with each flight,
Pinks and lavenders find rest in the night.

And as this great beauty is watched in awe,
God knows He made the orchid; then, man saw.

This was written for Brian Strands flower contest.  
Here’s a link to an orchid tree blossom that I photographed.
You’ll see why this is one of my favorite flowers

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Spring wears a face,
Pulse in sweet dance;
Rush of sheer grace,
Impulse greets chance;
New lunar year,
Gifts bring good cheer.
Fortune lives here,
Enjoy thoughts dear;
See times lovely,
Truth grooms fond poise;
Indulge and be,
Voice blooming choice;
Attend sweet joy,
Live love's employ.

Leon Enriquez
18 February 2015

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Feel strain of thought,
Act on sure feel;
Sense a bold plot,
Hurl fine appeal;
Intuit a norm,
Opt to know light;
Note beyond form,
Trust knowing sight;
Health knows just how,
Oomph flows with zest;
Use sure poise now,
Grace fuels firm quest;
Hasten with speed,
Thrill waits on need.

Leon Enriquez
21 August 2014

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Grace in void vast,
Reach in stillness;
Enter at last,
Earn a witness;
Keep deep silence,
Meet pulse within;
Yes feel instance,
Touch things unseen;
Hoist a knowing,
Observe a glow;
Live a loving,
Obvious veiled show;
Glimpse a still realm,
Yield dream undreamt!

Leon Enriquez
26 August 2014

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Please yourself first with high esteem;
Reach to be known for what you are;
Expect outburst beyond mere themes;
Charm seeds what's sown in fiery star;
Invite your heart to feel and show;
Open mind sees the path of light;
Urge promptly starts to find the flow;
Speak with beauty true words said right.
Meet sculptures grand that calls your heart;
Open heart knows the way of feel;
Moments and trends find sure impart;
Expose the glow that loving seals;
Niche beauty here and sculpt grand forms;
Treasure good cheer in happy norms.

Leon Enriquez
06 July 2014

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Every now and then she glows like the sun
With a winsome sight and the spheric wish,
Like the Romeo’s wish, with her love they run,
The lovely features I have vowed to cherish.
Like beauty like sun through the pretty charm
The cologne I desire from her sunny shine;
The feelings I put to wax in my heart,
With the colour of her beauty so bright.
Spick and span the beauty like the waterfall
The skin a smooth-like edge, though far;
Even her object affront, the apple-John,
Her cherry red lips a touch for a wag.
It is thee I love not to path thy days,
Give back your love and never go away.

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Empty your mind so you can fill;
X-plore the plains of new frontiers;
Ponder in kind the unknown hills;
Live happy gains beyond harsh tears;
Ordain the times that you can be;
Realise the acts that follow pact;
Enlist the rhymes that set soul free.
List thought and tact that frames the fact;
Ebb and flow tend the ways of man;
Sense a sure prime in ways divine;
Sign a sure spend in happy plans;
Opt for grand times to cross the line;
Noble deeds show an inner quest;
Simple strides grow with measured zest.

Leon Enriquez
22 June 2014

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Moist ink stains flow,
Urge prompts new lines;
Now words can sow,
Dream turns out fine;
Ask to just grow,
New gems that come;
Explore the show,
Reap precious sums;
Opt to be bold,
Use feel and thought;
Touch warm and cold,
Indulge clear lot;
Nurture with grace,
Etch time and space.

Leon Enriquez
05 August 2014

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Moments of grace come forth to greet;
Insight springs choice as tact knows wit;
Realise your place in tale you meet;
Attain sure poise as pact sparks hit;
Calmness makes clear true sense of sight;
Love prompts the way to happy scents;
Embrace good cheer as faith sees light.
Mind what you say in joy's ascent;
Observe the flow as magic starts;
Make what you will of acts that ground;
Express a glow with cheery heart;
Now just be still as hope sculpts sound;
Trust in the law where love funds dream;
Sense beyond flaw true grace that streams.

Leon Enriquez
12 June 2014

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Feel the ambience grand,
Old boughs spread a charm;
New era greets span,
Dreams in gracious psalms.
Blessings from old times,
Affluence spreads new trace;
Note sensorial chimes,
Yield blessings of grace;
An old friend my dear,
Now calmly awaits.
Truth and trust find cheer,
Reach a deeper fate;
Embrace stillness here,
Explain wonders dear.

Leon Enriquez
23 February 2015

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Time Stands Still

Time Stands Still

As I tenderly walk in the field; I feel the warm caress
Of the sweetness of springs wind on my mauve dress
When in this time, time seems to stand so still
Sometimes I feel our long-distance love affair will.

As we both do work in different trades of work
These times when I'm home and so all alone I thus smirk
And then unto my eyes as I see a silhouette of a shadow dance
We'll keep each other's lingering fragrance in a sheer romance.

Alas, in the future we'll be romancing in pleasure of a beauty of cause
Off in the field, we'll be fully rendered in lieu of your delicate pause
As we succumb to these sweet- scented fields to our desires
We'll be captivated to experience whimsical delectable passionate fires

I'll be passionately waiting here at home for you so we can share
Our endearing time, for I feel like time stands so still for you beyond compare.

Written: 1/10/14

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Sense a new world
In a safe place;
Grace spurs a twirl
Nice as a trace.
Plant your query
Only with truth;
See more clearly
Trust in wise proof.
Soar with sure choice
Splendour most grand;
Pleasure with poise
Effort that blends.
Live, love and laugh;
Life feeds good stuff.

Leon Enriquez
02 August 2014

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Voice pulse and wit,
Etch charming lines;
Reach wholesome fit,
Sense touch divine,
Echo calm cheer.
See a bright touch,
Intent joy here,
Grand grace seeds nudge;
Nurture fine poise,
Align deep stay;
Trust firms bold choice,
Urge pleasures play;
Reap precious thoughts,
Embrace your lot.

Leon Enriquez
25 February 2015

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Merge with your soul,
Yield to the light;
See all things whole,
Touch a fine light;
Indulge fond zest,
Quest deep within;
Urge floods true fest,
Etch joys unseen.
Bright beyond gall,
Love comes to fill;
Obscure not small,
Observe true feel;
Meet your self here:
Sense boundless cheer.

Leon Enriquez
20 August 2014

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Sweet Nymph of my heart.

The Merit of true passion,

Pierces me though, I’m not smart

It holds me ransom for compassion


For knowing you deserve salute attention

A worthy soul of extreme perfection

All I desire but do not deserve

Is a place, Is your affection


Your beauty is just like the wing

Kisses everything she is touching

Since you are only exquisite

You are laudable to be love by sight


If I do not posses all your love

Honey I shall never have it all

For I can’t move, mount or air to control my nerve

not to make rain face fall


Your endless beauty

Which is unworthy

of me who am filthy

Sweet rose, you are all I desire

In this air and forever nest

For your beauty is radiant that fire

and will consume eternity my mind test

Rofem, you will fire saltire soul in desire.



It is a poem of 24 lines divided into 5 stanzas which has 4 line per stanza with Rhyming scheme of AbAb. Expect in stanza 2 and 3 that have different Rhyming scheme.

          It was written back days when I was in love with a girl and she was everything I wanted for this world.



(1)            Love

(2)            Desire

(3)            Attention

(4)            Affection

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Appease the voice that speaks in hints:
Wait as you style the way you write;
Apt as sure choice the script you mint;
Inform your smile to sculpt fine cite;
There will be times when words seem slow;
Inspire your thoughts with right reading;
Notice that chimes will alter flow;
Glimpse feel and plot play with feelings.
Mind what you feed your mind and heart;
Yield to the touch that floods true seeing.
Mull as you seed the rhymes that start;
Urge sires as much wordplay coming;
Sign your name well in words that spring;
Explore and dwell on succinct flings.

Leon Enriquez
22 June 2014

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Look beyond books,
Opt to sense right;
Truth wears a look,
Urge mellows sight,
Surge flavours play.
Feel a sure thrill,
Live ample day,
Observe things still;
Web of intent,
Extend sure wit;
Rouse warm content,
Indulge fond fit;
Niche in mud pond,
Glimpse trust that spawns.

Leon Enriquez
24 February 2015

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Moments to see beyond seeing;
Yield to the light that comes to play;
Stillness sets free glimpse and feeling;
Touch sacred sights that float and stay;
Incline my ears to truly know;
Come closer now to show the way.
May I thus hear that voice that grows;
Yield to the swirl that takes me high;
See beyond things that mystic sense;
Thrill me my soul with vivid flight;
Indulge fine flings in present tense;
Calm charming whole that feels most right;
Align my heart, mind and body;
Let love impart a fine story.

Leon Enriquez
01 July 2014

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Play follows play as fashions tint;
Love comes to groom the path you take;
Endow fond stay with truth that mints;
Ask for fine room to shape and make;
Succinct the feel of ample form;
Urge floods feelings that puncture time;
Rest well and heal the restless norm;
Etch beginnings to space brisk chimes.
Plot after plot reveal your script;
Line sculptures ease to sparkle fill;
Export grand thought in crystal trip;
Afford calm peace in profound feel;
See that you see the sights that show;
Embrace truly the hidden glow.

Leon Enriquez
13 June 2014

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Branwen's Whisper

You have walked with me through shadows of life,
And eased my heart through times of pain and strife.
O goddess of love and beauty I pray
The dearest Lady of the cauldron’s lake
Let your loving grace shine on earth today.
As I lose myself in Cambrian hills,
I see your beauty haunting vales and trees,
And as the land to the ocean’s shore spills
I see your wonder in the rolling seas.
As I wander along this sacred way
Recalling blessings with chalice and knife
I know your love will ease my hunger’s ache
I pray everything I do fulfils
The destiny you whispered on a breeze.

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Aim for a goal that shapes fond glow;
Rise to the top in your own sphere;
Ink what unfolds in count and show;
Heed each sure stop to rest right here;
Mind your own say in what you feel;
Enact your mood in the sure light;
Trace your fine stay to bless and heal;
Incite your good to put things right;
Claim cleansing grace that treats all hurts;
Count your blessings each day you live;
Offer to face toils that bear dirt;
Use bold living to grow and give;
Nurture your craft with calm and cheer;
Tension can draft great beauty here.

Leon Enriquez
22 June 2014

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Meet beyond spheres,
Align sure heart;
Glimpse courage here,
Ignite clear start;
Choice wears a poise,
Ask for clear mind;
Love sparkles voice.
See what you find:
Obey your soul,
Join mind and heart;
Opt for a whole,
Urge weaves fine art;
Reap tact that glows,
Now funds fond show.

Leon Enriquez
14 August 2014

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Essence of a Rose

The rose must grow to taunt all other joy's,
with it's beauty can humility be,
such triats never to be equally poised,
for beauty sets those ill-composed thoughts free,
To undrape the skin of this lovly thing,
in the hopes to find a fairer essence,
beneathe this rose a true purpose to sing,
It must be that I'm in heavens presence,
to find the rose beautiful inward out,
to find the rose that soothes the hearts of men,
but that this rose exists I am in doubt,
for this would be a rose bereft of sin,
still I search for this elusive flower,
that my heart will be soothed in my hours,

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Listen to the music,
Observe the poignant hues;
Voice casts happy magic,
Echoes that fling fond cues;
Listen and hum along,
Yield to sweet melody.
Sense a pulse growing strong,
Express warm harmony;
Reach with deeper feelings,
Explore the surging strains;
Note the poise now singing,
Align your heart's refrain;
Dance with merry wonder,
Embrace joy that thunders.

Leon Enriquez
24 February 2015

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From a Deck Chair

Into the mystic and blue water purl
  I watch in motion season's changing guard:
And rising ocean drafts the far depths swirl
  Up silica sandstone cliffs steeped and scarred.
Silver Eucalyptus shines by the lea,
  And apple blossom in the garden strewn
Shed soft petals till fruit hangs from its tree -
  And chrysalis to butterfly cocoon.
So does my own metamorphosis end
  As the September bloom and sunned leaf face
Invites perennial orgy again,
  And new buds glow like clusters through dark space.
From my deck chair I'll sit back tomorrow
When spring's bow lets fly El Nino's arrow.

September 1995

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Be sure of heart,
Obey fond feel;
Live charming start,
Do work fine will;
Choice styles a grant,
Hurl happy say;
Raise your own wand,
Opt sound array;
Note touch and tale,
Incline prompt art;
Calm words prevail,
Lines move in parts;
Echo and tell,
Speak truth that dwells.

Leon Enriquez
26 August 2014

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In Silence

Here in silence there is no single voice;
No sound but trees that whisper to the ground
And touch the soul with spiritual embrace.
Here in silence a heart can sing, rejoice
In beauty that shines from natural ground
And echoes love we share with Mother Earth,
In ev’ry flower eyes can glimpse her grace.
Here in silence a prayer can make its choice,
A soul that lost its way at last is found
Because I saw the beauty in her face,
Here in silence the moment of rebirth,
My heart began to beat, I came alive.
It’s in her love I feel both joy and mirth
And know there is nothing I’ll not survive!

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Spectacular Finish

Oh my! Oh, my 
lovely final woman,
dance 'cross close-
cropped grass;
Yours is a reach
regaling the human
That will[soon, 
tame the aimed 
manic mass.
As your service 
continues so true,
Your splendor will 
spread, speed, 
from, but, one 
It's unheard of, 
except when heard 
of you,
Meeting of the 
manifest and the 
When you tire of 
all the diff'rent 
Read, these,  my 
words, they'll 
make you slightly 
Like forgotten 
meanings of 
foreign signs,
Yet, to conquer the
Earth, you must 
  To garb yourself 
in Victory's own 
  Possess the 
people as you 
would the Globe.

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Every now and then she glows like the sun
With a winsome sight and the spheric wish,
Like the Romeo’s wish, with her love they run,
The lovely features I have vowed to cherish.
Like beauty like sun through the pretty charm
The cologne I desire from her sunny shine;
The feelings I put to wax in my heart,
With the colour of her beauty so bright.
Spick and span the beauty like the waterfall
The skin a smooth-like edge, though far;
Even her object affront, the apple-John,
Her cherry red lips a touch for a wag.
It is thee I love not to path thy days,
Give back your love and never go away.

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My Rose

Shall I compare her beauty to a rose,
Her smooth petals, long stem, and luring scent,
Such a verse would be so ill if I compose,
And no more a wasteful time to be spent,
Woven ropes of a coarse twine from her head,
With lips over-glossed and sensual flesh,
Caress her in the bounds of lovers bed,
As two souls as one intimately mesh,
Upon the threshold of wanton pleasure,
I bring present adornments to her hand,
Though all beauty fails before this treasure,
To fade yet hers shall forever withstand,
The rose won’t last; it dims in her presence
Beauty is only known in her essence

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Make time to see through your own choice;
Yield to soul quest in time and space.
Reach through beauty as truth flings poise;
Expect the best to light your place;
Love all you meet as you journey;
Inspire fond cheer and humour wit;
Glimpse on life's streets play and plenty;
Indulge faith here to trace and fit;
Offer to heal the wounds of pain;
Now is good time to work and toil.
Heart wears goodwill in language plain;
Explore each chime to know what spoils;
Relish the way your journey takes;
Enrich your stay with love's kind stakes.

Leon Enriquez
15 June 2014

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Ask to be brave:
Meet all you meet;
Enter life's cave,
Taste beyond sweet;
Aim to do good,
Mind how you act;
Opt for clear mood,
Reap subtle tact;
Play with pure heart,
Hurl joy and peace;
Observe word art,
See grand increase;
Indulge verse craft;
Soul fashions draft.

Leon Enriquez
17 August 2014

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The Kaiserin

Bavarian beauty, she reigned as queen,
Sisi her name, had no love for the court,
with grace and beauty she captured a scene,
a free spirit her courtiers couldn't thwart,
as hearts were won, where ever she was seen,
the horse her choice of favoured riding sport,
Sisi became the German Kaiserin.

The youthful bride when history was made,
yet death still came and stole her beloved son,
In Mayerling, the place suicide played.
So dressed in black of mourning, still she shone
as fate lay wait with an assassin's blade,
to pierce her heart under September's sun
the socialite of beauty slipped to shade.

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Sing as you speak of joy that grows;
Open your heart to know the truth;
Live cheery peaks as peace now shows;
Explore pure start that shapes all proof;
Mind what you find in ecstasy;
Note a soul fire that takes you high.
Placid and kind psalm in beauty;
Rich moments sire a sanguine sigh;
Enjoy your stay in grand attire;
Touch speaks of play as laughter grooms;
Exult each day in love that sires;
Note what you say to flood your room;
Seek out the light when all seems good;
Expect vast sights to frame clear moods.

Leon Enriquez
13 June 2014

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Maple leaves

Maple trees are scions of ancient keys.
Its fruit has evolved into varied breeds.
I guess if I’d judge from all of god’s trees
I’d deem maple for their beautiful leaves.
The leaves are defined by this poet’s soul
Described in words with imaginative rhyme.
Inherit beauty is seen when I stroll
Down a woodland path in the summertime.
For all this loveliness god has bequeathed
A greater beauty at present unseen:
In autumns prime when the leaves fall beneath
Their loftiest homes those once were so green.
October blows in and leaves fall to ground
Red, brown and green ones all whirling around.

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Ask to see light when darkness falls;
Trust your own soul to show the way.
Indulge fond sight to reap from gall;
Make movement whole despite harsh play;
Attract the style that works the truth;
Glimpse fond beauty that comes to sing;
Incline a smile when pain bears proof;
Niche joy that frees the sanguine spring;
Explore the rough with curious feel;
Expect to be just what is good;
Rise bold enough to brave the chill;
Impact and see the touch of mood;
Now go your way with cheery sight;
Grace floods each day with mystic light.

Leon Enriquez
05 July 2014

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To Live and Love

To Live and Love

Carry me wonderous bird of beauty,
Take me away on your wings of sorrow.
Show me something more that what I can be,
Teach me of wonders that my mind should know.

The time has come to spread my wings and fly,
And too leave all the world's evils behind.
But when I look back I will never cry,
I will think of the wonders I will find.

So save me bird of beauty from this place,
And lift me up to high above the trees.
Now when I gaze uppon the worlds face,
I see the beauty of the land and seas.

And Love, though at times fickle it may seem,
Is a devine force just as pure as gold.
For one day if I wake up from this dream,
If I'm lucky I'll see true love unfold.

The Miricle we know as life is true,
To know that I will wake once more too you.

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Haunting echoes in grand showcase;
Observe the rhymes that come and go;
Trust in sure flow to glimpse fine pace.
Make use of time to help you know;
Answer the urge to dazzle wit;
Subtle the force that compels words;
Treat sag and surge with spur that fits;
Embrace the cause that frames new birth;
Reach for the light that sparkles cheer;
Pleasure can tint thoughts evergreen;
Indulge fond sight as joy endears;
Express faint hint in poise that's seen;
Come to know way as path greets maze;
Embark each day to dare life's blaze.

Leon Enriquez
12 July 2014

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Watching the great bird wheeling, dipping low
Above the ramparts she foresees her doom
Within each circle of that feathered wing.
And fingers the nape of her neck, stretching,
As though a bird, tasting the air beneath,
Dissipating within burnt offerings.
She begins to dream and sees cold madness
Amid the vast colours and pungent smells.
Dark clouds roll in as a catastrophe,
Floating like a procession of the dead
Riding above the morning skies,mourning.
Stilled between the passing of her dreaming,
Over sad seas to silent Olympus,
Home of her blood, the great awakening.

Should she give herself only as an bane.
What use of beauty if it can only
Be seen in the hapless dreams of lovers
Or in the violent ways of men, beauty
Must live within herself, it can be found 
On drenched grasses glistening in the sun
Or soft winds, moaning on a empty plain.
The sad emotion of a falling star.
It finds itself among the grieving face
Of children, between the tearful eyes
And the smile, it knows pleasure and pain. 
Shall she find comforts in those simple things,
Crossing between her new divinity.
Showing her the length and breadth of her soul.

She thinks of her mother caught in the bill
Of his great chest, how did she feel when he
Took her between those dark webs,what passions
Unfurled as his wings enveloped and held her.
Did she glimpse at paradise, or did his
Divinity blind her, searing those sad
Eyes lost in the moment of conception.
Shall her blood fail now, and of her beauty,
Becoming the great curse, pure and endless.
She sees the indifferent cloudless skies
Above her, reflect the lost innocence.
A labour of endurance suffusing
The glories of her kind with tragedy.
Will heaven give requital to desire.

She dreams of death, the mother of beauty.
Will it harbour unchanging perfection.
Bringing fulfilment to every mans dream.
Will there be no growth, or any decay.
Flowers ever blossoming and rivers,
Striving toward the sea will never find
Receding shores, will the tide be steadfast
Never touched by sorrow or by regret.
Or will the trees ever offer their leaves
To fall again among the windswept paths.
She sees her beauty now as malignant,
Weighing upon her soul and she cries out
To the eternal gods, to unleash the winds
Of change and perish her among the stars.

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The Last Pharoah

Hail Cleopatra, Princess of the Nile
Cunning lies within your devious plan 
Secrets cleverly hidden in a smile 
Silent Cobra coiled, striking heart of man 
Your body a temple, your sacred shrine 
Bathed in duplicity and sweet beguile 
Taste Ceasar, Antony, on lips of wine 
Life lived in beauty and splendid denial 
Rome laying siege to your glistening crown 
Stinging bite of asp, a fitting demise 
Egypt cried rivers in sorrow and drowned 
The world left to ponder in truth or lies
  Surface beauty of face and form so rare 
  Masks sinister ugliness hidden there 

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How do I describe such beauty as yours?
For in comparison the words would pale
No definition has ever been found
For it's a beauty no poet could tell

The stars speak of your beauty in whispers
To hide their love from the envious moon
The sun rises early to see your smile
But to the stars, the sun rises too soon

The flowers even faint in your presence
And the wind constantly whispers your name
The birds sings songs of love in your honor
History will show your beauty in fame

I'll speak of your beauty with my last breath
'Til my lips are sealed as I meet my death

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Aim to be good:
See beyond things,
Answer each mood;
Note spread and fling,
Give poise a say;
Use sparks a lot,
Intent fond play;
Now funds each thought,
Explore the fate.
Span hurls the scope,
Trust sets the date,
Yield precious hope;
Love lives the spell,
Expose fond tell.

Leon Enriquez
24 February 2015

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Be a soul true,
Explore finesse;
Align clear hues,
Urge now attests;
Truth owns the way,
Yield to grand sights.
Pick words that pay,
Invite the light;
Choice seeds bold form,
Trust knows the lines;
Use colours norm,
Reap what feels fine;
Echoes of joy,
Sweet touch hurls ploys.

Leon Enriquez
02 March 2015

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The Beauty of it All

I gaze up into the big bright Stars,
Searching for where it is that you truly are.
But my heart is grounded to your word.
I look around and I see the beauty of it all.

For it is silence, not one sound can be heard.
Not even a crumpling leaf that will fall.
Up in the skies a bird harbors a precious need.
That’s when my soul takes a more careful heed.

The Sun carries every single day,
And the Moon every single night,
That is why I have come here to stay,
This is the ray of your heavenly light!

And this is what I’ve come to see,
The beauty of it all shines through you inside of me.

® Registered: Ann Rich  2004

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Heaven's Gift

A simple glance, is all I ask of you
Steal away my breath, like you always do
The flowers faint, each time that you walk by
Even the breeze, honors you with his sigh

The sun now shines with an envious glow
Hiding in the clouds, too ashamed to show
A beautiful gem, sparkling so bright
Even the darkness, whispers of your light

A poet's verse, love, in the purest rhyme
Thief of my attention, keeper of time
Even Shakespere himself, would surely fail
Searching for words, of your beauty to tell

Setting minds to wander, and souls adrift
Your beauty so pure, simply Heaven's gift

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The First Deadly Sin

There once was a woman who happened to be graced with beauty. She was adorable from the
moment she was born. This wholesomeness lasted throughout most of her life. Her eyes were
her greatest assets. They could mesmerize almost any man and hold him captive for as long
as she wished.
Unfortunately, this beauty was the only thing she had to offer anyone. Her life was great
for as long as this skin-deep gift lasted.
Then came a time, as happens to all of us at some point, where this youthful beauty begins
to wane. The lovely face and eyes that she was so popular for had changed. Her image in
the mirror was now a face of an unappealing spinster. The beauty gone, so were all the
suitors. Loneliness was her companion now.
Then, after a time.... Well, let the sonnet tell the rest.

In youth her comely grace and eyes entranced
So many suitors. Men accompanied
Her every place she went. A few but glanced
Until they saw her eyes, then joined the stampede.
She enjoyed this charming situation.
It never dawned on her that beauty fades
In time. A slightest of inclination,
The queen of hearts became a queen of spades.
And now the throng of men that used to greet
Her, doesn't bother calling anymore.
Her lengthy lonely nights are not as sweet.
She sits alone and dreams of times before.
And now her mind has gone in seclusion
Insanity, a foregone conclusion.

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Sonnets for M. Bariele

For the tearless beauty blue of eyes I
Could not but tell you where my strength lies. Black
Sheep of black paradise, I can’t defy
The seduction that promised what I lack
In my anomie state: your white breast drips
Onto my tortured lips, my tongue sips
Every strand of love you wear like the moon
Naked to bed. And when between your hips
I like a pollen is shaken, there to swoon -
How could I lie again since reason slips
Drunken to the floor of desire? No need
I for eyes when I can smell your skin bare
And taste your passion: grape without the seed
Blindness is but a candle lovers share.


Grind me as your Samson to corn and floor
I am bound by desire to love you more
Strip me of faith, and let me naked kneel
Where Jehovah in you His truth conceal
No man shall come to paradise again
Except through the portals of your yielding
Sweet water on the suckling fire of my pain.
You are the elixir of balm and healing,
The beauty no Israel brings to light
And before your wonder I lose my sight.
When grinding on the floor the walls shall fall
From the tumult of bodies free at last
To merge and melt and mellow to the call
Let us not despair that this too shall past.


I am an Israelite with gifts divine
Starved from the fleshpot and denied of wine
Your vine gates are opened and here I am come
To sip at your dewdrops, eat your sweet grapes
Wander the contours of skin and kingdom
And moan for your white hands to part the drapes.
I am willing not leave your bed again
Drench me pleasure make the most holy mine
I yearn for your Shekinah, and the stain
That frees us from the curse and the design
Blighting angels joy to sing.  Take my eyes
A vessel without strength no vision needs
I am supplied by all that faith denies
In your betrayal my task succeeds.

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Feel the fine hues as colours tint;
Indulge fond light in sheer delight;
Note stokes that cue in ample hints;
Explore deep sights that touch most bright.
Frame a nice sway as picture primes;
Appeal funds grace as sense meets feel;
Now image plays with voice that chimes;
Touch what fills space to soothe and heal;
Attain a yoke that style now weaves;
Such is allure as art form yields;
Yes your brush strokes can new life breathe.
Apt tints treasure warm brush shades fields;
Rush of sure tones in stillness burst;
Thrill feeds a moan of inspired thirst.

Leon a Enriquez
28 February 2015

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Sense a new twist to the old tale;
Charm flavours time as noise shouts more;
Rise to the gist of a fine sale;
Inflame the chimes with strains galore;
Pick a fond stage to act and sing;
Tell in words clear the misty moves.
Trust work to page as choice now flings;
Expound the fears that gripe and groove;
Apply the point of sharp contrast;
Sign a sure brief that masters gall;
Explore the joint that firms all thrust.
Note causal grief that follows all;
Open to peace that seeps and fills;
Wonder and ease can bring new thrills.

Leon Enriquez
02 March 2015

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Ask to know truth in poise that styles;
Use your fine sense to look and see;
Reach out for proof in facts that pile;
Opt for clear tense as time sets free;
Reap a sure gain when you see light;
Apt as a stream that surge of hope.
Bright feel and strain can aid sure sight;
Observe a dream that sculpts new scope;
Rise to embrace the hurl of light;
Expand the feel of motive cheer;
Appeal to grace to fund swift flight;
Live wise appeal as faith comes near;
Indulge your heart with soul that primes;
Set out to start good cause for rhymes.

Leon Enriquez
02 March 2015

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The Portrait

Her legacy of beauty hung unchanged
and serious above my cluttered desk.
The shadows sketched unworldly creatures-strange
anomalies around her. Their grotesque
demeanor's: demonic-wildly dancing
a celebratory rite on the wall.
Dubiety! Perhaps I am dreaming.
And yet I still observe ethereal, 
surreal visions. Perhaps pinch myself
That's it! I'll twist a bit of living flesh.
Oh! Ouch! The pain is real as life itself.
The portrait! …Changed! Her likeness diminished
by far. Her comely grace I once beheld
become a hag where beauty once had dwelled.

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Classic Beauty

What charming beauty do I see in thee?
If not honor. than total honesty.
This slender, graceful body, you enchant,
rivals the silent beauty of the stars,
set in harmony with a brilliant moon.
The pleasant ideas you share freely,
innocent, lovely thoughts unattended.
Whispered mother words of love in my ear,
anointing me, blessing me with your words.
Feelings of love, when I am defeated.
An eagerness to jump into the fray,
cautious, back away for another way.

Perception beyond the average mortal,
simply a masterpiece, classic woman.

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Heaven's Gifts

Upon a stage of darkness, she appears before us
Casting upon us all, all that she wishes us to see
As the music of silence overtakes her very being
Her dance of nighttime preference, pleasures me

She is but a star, one of many, but yet so bright
With an aura about her, that lingers in my mind
Her radiance, while dancing for me, emits a glow
Of love eternal there, for other lovers to find

Either stationary or traversing the sky’s miles
Her beauty inspires poetry, love and song
The beauty of this star is never waning
As it lived within the heavens eons long

The stars beauty is one so forever bright
Cast upon us mortals for sheer delight