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Silent No More


I walk the city streets with heavy feet,
drawn in grave thoughts of all I dare not ask
of kings watching on high with hearts concrete, 
and sons who taunt from eyes through steely masks.

Their laws are not the laws of decent men.
These tyrants rule steadfast with ill-intent.
Like Herod’s bloody rule in Bethlehem,
the massacred are fallen innocent.

And when shall I awaken with my voice,
to speak for those who have no voice to tell
of brutal acts and minds without the choice,
to think of life above the depths of hell?

Still, heavy are my feet with soul and heart
as lips in protest slowly start to part.   


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Sequoyah

"Talking Leaves" fasinated Sequoyah
A Cherokee who accomplished great feats
In noble deed stands tall like a sequoia
Though lame fought beside Jackson no defeat  

Success in battle 'pon warrior's horse
Winner in defeating illiteracy
He had an alphabet to endorse
After ten years effort deliberate

When his enlightment brought light, joy flowed
Then the Cherokee printing press spread news
Knowledge spread and troubled brewed discord sowed
The beginning of the "Trail Of Tears" diffuse

Sequoyah intelligent lone warrior
Battled to make his tribe superior

Sponsor: Shanity Rain
Contest: Native American People
Written: November 12, 2013


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A SMILE OF TEARS

A SMILE OF TEARS
I wish I could catch a star 
was the voice I heard as I sat on the grass
I look through the meadow
	all I could see was her shadow
Walking up close 
her mouth ajar, I could see her white teeth
A gash on the left side of her face 
she touched, felt with a loud wail.
Her heart bitter
	I could see its emptiness
Sickly, she stole a glance at me
	like a dog peeping through a window
All tears, she shook bitterly 
	even though her eyes were hard as flint
Sitting next to her, like a couple on a date
	I hold her arm and lo! Soft was its feel.
Sullen, heartbroken, painfully
	she smiled at me sweetly
On the wet grass sitting  
together arm in arm we gaze into space
the air cool, calm
	even though it was covered in a haze
face clouded with tears, gay with life
	I could see smiles setting on her left cheek
Happily, I smile back knowing
	I had enkindled the hope she had lost in the murk.


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Worker Bee

Caught in the hidden trap of normality
Where the weird little freak inside can never be free
Are we really any better in this society?
With every unusual act we judge the worker bee
For daring to be different instead of the same
Wishing to be free of this copycat chain
With hears that vibrate and bodies refusing to resonate
When a mind is unique we begin to hate
Nobody wants to be ostracized so we act the same
Inside the higher self is paralysed by pain
With nothing to lose and everything to gain
Except all of your friends and disposition of sane


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Infinity and beyond

Deserve the world my child,my son
If I could give, with heart I'd run
Pray instead, I must for you
Placed many tools to get you through
Life ahead unknown my son

So much I wish, your dreams ignite
Strive for all, please shine that light
Become the man I know you'll be 
But please for you and not just me
Dig deep inside with every might

Strive for all thats due, you'll see
Deserving much from world, not me
Kindness, compassion, intelligence too
Owning these gifts, build confidence in you
By example, trust, live life for thee

Accept these words I give from me
My child, a man will come to be




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Time

I want to say good night
But its night as yet to you
I can see darkness now
If maybe you never left

I have to say good night
Darkness has defeated me
Only your love can resurrect me
I am afraid to go now
But I have to go and live under the shads
Love me to my silent place

Good night when you see the moon
Flower me with roses from abandon garden 
Cover me with what i was and be now
Good night sleep with elevated power


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WHERE NOTHING MATTERS

Imagine a world where nothing matters
Think about it for a second, really
No questions like, was it worth it anymore
Not seeing the point of a world in tatters

Consider; if no one felt any fear
And people with confidence and no doubt
If they carried their dreams above themselves
Knowing how useless, all that they hold dear

Envision this world of variety
A kaleidoscope that creates a self
Picture each individual lonely
But deep inside there is homogeny

Day after day the cosmos continues
Then a final day where nothing matters

©david byrne jan 2013 


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We Will Not Comply

We Will Not Comply

I never thought I’d live to see the day
When children would be taught that God is dead,
The flag we love, someone would take away,
Or leaders in corruption share a bed.

It matters not to me who ridicules;
I am American, I will rebel.
I’ll keep my God, my guns, my right to use
Free speech the truth to tell.

We never thought to live in tyranny—
Just to stand for truth could mean your life;
We need to recognize we are not free—
We will not save our country without strife.

Will we rise and claim our liberty
Or take the lies and bow to slavery?


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Another Wasted

She waits in silence for him to come back,
Knowing better than to ask where he's been.
When stumbling in with a bottle of Jack,
She knows at that moment it will begin.

Another night painted purple with proof,
Though she swears she'll leave him every next day.
Staring right through his eyes she stands aloof,
Not even bothering to plead or pray.

Like water lets the wind take all control,
She becomes a stone wall, flinching never.
Appearing strong but by an empty soul,
She wishes only to sleep forever.

She now lies still like a rock under Earth.
Neither one knew what value she was worth.


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Beautiful Lies

December 18, 2012

Beautiful lies known as little white lies
yet one is no more deceptive than each
The truth is what makes it afraid of light
It's important we practice what we preach

Imagination built on lies destroy
Imagination built on truth create
Conquering evil we try to avoid
Tooth fairy, Halloween, Santa abate

Perceptions and images make it real
Origins of Pagan rituals true
We've wandered down this path for a bum deal
Now more lies are created all brand new

The mask behind a beautiful white lie
is the truth with a constant shield, but why?


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Volatile dreams

Morning beach caressing white sands and waves
Murmuring the forgotten song ready to roam,
Towards the lonely rock , paradise of the young waifs
With volatile desires and dreams, all gone.
Vulnerable verdure near living volcano, a hot place
Cast by a fleet of green clouds on yellow skies
Where misleading light showed the fate`s lace.
The red flame goes kingly down, until sunrise.

Kindliness, on an empty beach smiling to man; 
Knitting covering the sides of the rock calls life in.
The hot rock will knit the smoking brows again;
It makes signs towards the graceful sea with green skin.

Like an inward song for a deaf beach somewhere,
There the volcano seems asleep in a hush of salt air.


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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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I remember

I remember when you and I were young
And you were beautiful beyond compare.
Each day we fought the world and always won
Living for the moment without a care
But time that thief has stole our youth away
And your beauty does slowly dissipate.
The world we fought has won and now holds sway
Showering us with blows we can’t abate.
Knowing now the battle is all but lost
With the fighting fought at our very gate.
Do we resist regardless of the cost
Or just give in and thus capitulate
No even at the end we must believe
Our life matters and to it we must cleave


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Stone In The Cold-3

I face the final test of nature's truth.
The nights coming fast, I travel unheard.
The reverence I feel, was born in my youth,
tempered by sage, burnt offerings for birds.
Tormented by brambles whose thorns I collect
I come to remains of struggles long gone,
feathers and crushed bone, on these I reflect.
I'm hoping once more, my arms are still strong.
A pine marten scurries, close to my step,
the sweet scent of birch gum, his claws unearth.
My arrow's still sheathed, for creeks I have leapt.
Though I grow cold, my spirit is re-birthed.
Tracks at the creek, the water I savor
the thicket moves, my aim must not waver.



01/25/14










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Never to be Erased

What once was true can never be erased
It must remain a testament to time
In mind and heart it cannot be defaced
And to it will not cling denial's grime

To hide what was a part of history 
The story of your life and heart's desire
To now pretend that it's a mystery
Will serve to burden heart and make it tire

Be not ashamed of feelings that were true
Of love you found the will so to express
What heart extols through words must shine on through
To bury truth, the harm will not redress

Be truth to self, and stand by what you write
Or lose yourself, and thus lose poet's might

Eileen Manassian

Post Script:

A poem is a living breathing entity that exits outside the poet's control. When we write, we risk being judged and that is painful, but...if we never write, we risk the judgment of our own hearts, and that is cowardice. I've deleted a poem or two here because I've been afraid of what people will say of it, particularly the sensual pieces. In the end, I've felt like I'm not true to myself when I conform to what others think of me. Have I been attacked for it? Yes! Has it hurt? Yes! Did it make me evaluate myself? Yes! Did it teach me a lesson? Yes! It taught me to be STRONGER...and stick to my guns. What we most fault in what others write is what we are struggling with ourselves. It's true. There is a fine line between being vulnerable and being wise. That fine line is the POET'S to cross, and no one else's. :)


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The Spanish king and I

The King and I
I have seen the king of Spain abdicating 
in full uniform, but his cap was too small 
this made him look jolly except for his
cane and the small steps of an old man. 
Until recently he looked handsome and 
had many mistresses and he was fond of 
hunting elephants; he has given up both 
pursuits and is faithful to the queen. 
 
Old age sometimes arrive suddenly, there
you are walking about feeling in tune with
the world, for next waking up in a hospital
being lifted by strong arms from a trolley to
a bed and have your shrunken ***** cleaned 
by a brisk nurse. The king and I are identical.


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AT LIBERTY

You are the brave.
That is something to be proud of. 
You enlisted with ideology of what has to come.
Your days are not by day.
You prepare for tomorrow.
No matter what branch you chose you climb to limb.
To set high above the enemy with the ally
To defeat why you deployed 
To conquer peace and to cease war
You will be heroes.
You will be the Wall.
You be the strength that conquers all.
Your mastery of defense and skills, as militant, has withstood the cause.
I welcome you home with open arms and rejoice when you reenter the workforce.
_________________________________________________________________
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PENNED ON AUGUST 30, 2014 @ 12:30 A.M. EST!


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Wounded Bird of Flight

Young love bird wounded during your flight
Worried now where your companion landed
You sing a beautiful song, but still no sight
Certainly now he must have gotten stranded

The magical serenade continues to no avail
Some concern now for your own well being
This winter flight treacherous you feel frail
The singing stops, you are hardly breathing

One pilgrimage not completed you feel pain
Some guilt overtakes when you start to heal
The flying before your partner was it in vain
Or is there.a bird needing your singing still

Bird of flight your journey is still not done
Heal now, continue to fly for the other one


Penned by Wayland Bunch 2/12/2013










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Learning with Age

as a boy I busted my chin open
and I needed to get myself stitches
once they were in place didn’t reopen
soon I was back playing in the ditches

I never knew what stiches was back then
I heard of stitches I was really scared
years later something else happen again
going with Rob for chemo unprepared

I heard of chemo without knowing it
after it was done he was in so much pain
heating pad on his back when he did sit
Cancer ate him away he was so drain

best friend for a few years helped me a lot
for many his life not a passing thought


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captivated

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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The Adventures of Plow

Part I – Plow’s New Home

He was squiggly and fat with dark round eyes.
The auctioneer held him up, but no ayes!
HE MUST HAVE BEEN ABLE TO READ MY MIND.
Five dollars, do I hear $10? …. A real find!

 “He won’t get much bigger than he is now.”
My ticker was beating faster and how!
I held up my card; my heart did a jig.
Before I knew it, I had bought the pig.

Ruth had a cage; so we brought the boy home.
He was so much fun and he loved to roam.
Each morning, Plow would follow me around.
Rooting under bushes where snacks were found.

Plow worked in the garden everyday.
But then one day, the boy ran away.

Part II – Plow’s First Adventure

My heart was sunken and my fear took flight.
He was growing bigger, a yummy sight.
Suppose he had wondered deep in the woods.
Or worse yet, plundering the neighborhoods.

I loved that pig and his little pig snout.
Apple in my hand; Plow would take it out.
Sometimes the dog would race him for the find.
The pig and the dog seemed to share one mind.

What would Ginger do without her pig friend?
After three days gone, would our sad hearts mend?
He had grown so fat, safer if thinner.
I prayed to God he would not be dinner.

Riding to town down the winding dirt road,
We saw Plow confined; good fortune bestowed.

Part III - Courting the Sow	

Down the way, there lived a pretty pink sow.
She must have been shocked when she first saw Plow.
He was eighteen inches long, not at all tall.
Yet, there he was flirting her in her stall.

The sow was huge, ready for the slaughter.
My piglet had roamed and become a squatter.
The landowner said his sow was in heat.
And there stood Plow with his head at her feet.

High ambitions for a pot-bellied pig,
He went half a mile for his courtship gig.
Running through the woods, he wanted to stay.
But we caught him and took him home that day.

We had to build him a special pigpen.
His days of free roaming came to an end.	

November 13, 2014

P.S.  Thanks for the Contest!  I've finally started my book, today.  This is a true story...and there is much more to come.  Big Smiles.


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Courage

The colorless flag ferociously flaps
Torn and shredded by her hurricane
The giant anchors have been blown away
Leaving the vessel floating aimlessly
 
I surrender to you, old mighty one
Bowing down to you, asking for mercy
Your wrath has brought me to my knees
Leaving me helpless and hopelessly silent

Stand up before me, show me your light
Lead me to safety, open up your doors
Ripped by your violence. I bow to you
Grant me the courage to continue on

Your rage has rendered me inadequate
Your affection will grant aspiration


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The Container

February 06, 2007

 

 

The Container

 

 

Contained around me is a wall you see.

Thick layers of molten and rock are here.

But the wind is what keeps bringing near.

And the Stars keep telling me to be me.

 

Shining down is a light that just might be.

Followed by decades and decades of year!

And swallowed up by all might for a fear!

Whisked away they were shining as they flee.

 

The Sun set ever so high.

And the Moon peered out.

You could reach the sky,

And knew what it is all about.

 

You do know it’s the restrainer?

Collecting contents in the container!

 

 

© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


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Capstone

The lips that kissed these tiled floors
now split to cough out damp clay dust.
Gathered in excited lungs, to build and mold forever more
under thatched roof of ripped canvas. Must

the strings that hold your heart in tune
be plucked free to dance upon the unknown noise.
That rings from peach sky mornings to hushed afternoon
in the sparrows song. Like the toys

that teach creation, Paintbrush’s whispering tongue
kisses white with every stroke. Scream
forth in colorful kindling that rung
your secrets in the wind, leaving dry lungs to dream

for knowledge as it seeps from tree rings,
the life sap frozen in amber wings.


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Yes, Eventually

Yes, Eventually


Eventually life sends a message clear
 embrace courage abandon your fear
Take big steps to lead a life of hope
 anything is possible given enough rope

Eventually a great storm will try to slay
 prepare faithfully for such a tragic day
Take all our evil vices into account
 upon a charging steed soundly mount

Eventually critics will call for your head
 by lying about things you never said
Take measure of the false steps they make
 shine a great light proving they are fake

Eventually the world will learn to respect you
Even then, fools and knaves will not have a clue

Robert J. Lindley, 07-27-2014 

Had to slam one more out .....


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The Infant Vulture

Perched in unfamiliar terrain
Drenched in an unforgiving milieu 
An infant vulture, lingered in pain
On the edge of a hill resisting the wind`s allure 

With no prior instinct, it treads 
Flapping its sporadic feathers
The strides it takes eradicate presumed threats
Its minute wings accelerate, while panic withers

Moving ever so further from the edge
A sense of pride provided a much needed surge 
With eyes firmly fixed on the safe pasture ahead
Victory! Was meet, imparting its winning urge

The jubilation bred self-reliance and stupendous thrill
The former weary eyes prowled 
Saw prey and killed
The innovative, un-vulture like infant was proud.

The effort…..the triumph…..the kill
The essence……the lesson…..instilled.


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the murder

The Murder 
Bombs are falling hundreds are killed many of them children 
and we shake our heads in dismay, something has to be
 done to stop these atrocities.
 Yet there is communality about bombing, victims died trying
 to save themselves, they did have a chance. 
On a sand dune a man on his knees, hands chained behind his
 back waiting for his killer to cut his throat and the awfulness 
of being human hits me with as a grim knife  of sorrow. 

And then I have to endure someone defending his murder by 
saying it was caused by revenge for our misdeed, I ask, I holler
 into the wind, have you no compassion? Can you not feel, just
 for a moment, the lonely agony of the man’s final moment? 
His end so meaningless - as a life is- and no fairytale can make
this revulsion into the defence for psychopaths’ entertainment. 


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His Medal of Honor dishonored

the  old man had earned his wings
during the war he did  courageous things
but to me he was the biggest jerk
when not busy being a simple office clerk

his loose hands sowed so much hate
never a break for he could never wait
on his birthday I gave him a large eraser
he was to dumb and served another facer 

after he died I took his official Medal Of Honor
threw it in the sea and felt no longer a fawner
the eels would devour his honor and pride 
I felt like laughing and those tears I cried

my act turned  finally into my ultimate plea
when I threw the old man's dust in the same sea

(c) Elly Wouterse

Written for"When doing wrong feels so right - Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: 	Jared Pickett
08/31/2014
(c) Elly Wouterse

Note:
Earlier on I wrote a poem entitled A  guy called "Robert" ..
The poem above tells the continuing story of  "Robert" and his Medal Of Honor of the 
British 
Empire awarded on the count of extreme brave actions  by non British citizens during 
World War II from which the British  army really benefited in the cause of 
peace..............


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Hands Of Flamed Truth


Alone, twenty fingers count every breath
a law - keeper, invincible, his hands;
while gavel strikes once for plea's homestretch
and final rule, the ever wise ,commands.

His neutral face more prudent on this day; 
as evidence seeks truth nailing what's fair; 
Through outstretched morning, words duly convey 
a wail of inked tears that stain crime's error. 

Smokey the heat from palm burning inside, 
announcing a verdict from conscience, free 
to summon light for a never turning tide, 
a discernment which flames on hands' decree.

The throbbing night braces to guide him on, 
to rest his thumb, imprints never withdrawn. 


Jajosh Ongado / 12' 15'13
With These Hands Contest/ Nette Onclaud
Visual 4


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Inner strength empowers

Inner strength empowers

Depressed and devastated life,
Heartbroken, living in deep dark,
Once an ardent lover, now a wife,
Electrifying, has now lost her spark,

Little did she know of his intentions,
Unless summons from court arrived,
Came true all the vivid apprehensions,
Her faith came crashing, lay deprived,

A never thought of life, without him,
Now struggling to untie the knots,
Mental agony had reached its brim,
A firm stand, enough to undo plots,

Awakening of inner strength was all that she had to do,
So strong and confident she would emerge, he had the least clue!


Written on 22/7/14
Contest- Strength empowers 
Sponsor- Verlena S Walker


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Rising Sea


Only if I could follow the sea,
Excursion of a lifetime spree,
Appreciate beauty of waters surround,
And drift along the tides spellbound !

The day I was lost in middle of the blue,
How faraway the land, had least clue,
Gathered courage of a buoyant swim,
When water filled the lungs to brim,

Uplifting waves had potential in store,
Threw me out of deep waters ashore,
Zest to thrive if in life is too high,
Even Deeper seas can touch the skies,

Nature plays turbulence to rise galore,
Positive attitude in life takes you furore !


Written on 6/7/14
Contest- Encore- anonymous positive new sonnet
Sponsor- Elly Wouterse


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Imbalance

Imbalance
 
Was it worth it I say to you my Lord?
The agony and the despair in a group.
Right and wrong define a mega-loop.
Some are enthralled others are bored.
 
Some balanced to strike a right chord.
You give you take with one big whoop.
I see and I blend like a homemade soup.
I adjust and readjust daily with a sword.
 
Sometimes I just want to run away,
But where would I go, you’d follow.
I scream kick and shout just to stay.
But then you’ll get way too hollow.
 
So I am damned if I do and damned if I do not.
So I tip my hat to imbalance and cast you a lot.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2008
 


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SUPER HUMAN

             SUPER HUMAN
What the challenge that I cannot achieve is not yet known
The life I am living is but a seed sown
Watch ye but do not regret else, away you are blown
I have seen, I have faced, and to believe is what is I have conquered
Tell where there is right and I am not there
The perfect me is what you but did see
Yet not feel, cos it hurts to feel
Yes! O yes! My ego drives me 
 My dream keeps me alive
Do not blame me I’m just SUPER HUMAN 


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Melodrama

The melody of our life is made blanch
Dazing our seats by denying us to blare
We are not orators or sorcerers
We are feathers train from the heart
Why is our tone buried in the ranch
When our melody is so sonorous to hear?
We are not trespassing words for lepers
Nor are we to weed the falconers parts 
On the tone is our ditty of ovation
Dear melody, our diary of dialogue
A darling of our locomotion
An era of our useful youthful prologue
A play to watch from the heart in action
A yolk, that may hands for epilogue.


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Shadows Creep, I Lost Sleep

Shadows Creep, I Lost Sleep

Shadows crept into my room late at night
those dark nasty ones with razor like teeth
Defiant I soon dared to taunt and fight
slimy ones prancing down and underneath

Climbing ones scratched slowly up moving walls
fat, dark and nasty ones scattered about
Shrieking ones gave out wicked little calls
some cursed my soul with demonic shout 

Last came ever patient and slashing kind
creeping in so close to my shaking bed
Searching very slow for bare toes to find 
clawing bed sheets now wrapped over my head

A light blasts on from lamp on my nightstand
Strange, they vanished, I never lifted my hand!

Robert J. Lindley, 08 -22 -2014

Dark memories haunt my past.
I know such are dead and blessings are here 
now to last...


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KEEPSAKE


Keep happy face as passion swirls;
Expect to know a loving calm;
Explore a place where action twirls;
Prime a sure glow in lovely psalm;
Sensuous touch moves with light that shines;
Appease the feel of poise that charms;
Keep pleasant grooves in cheery lines;
Embrace what heals as gladness farms.
Move with the times as change unveils;
Observe the trend of profound thought;
Mind shapes new rhymes with sighs that trail;
Enjoy the blend of simple plots;
Now learn to be the form that springs;
Trust faith to see true joy that sings.


Leon Enriquez
03 May 2014
Singapore


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THE JOB' S COMFORTERS

          HERE  THEY PARTAKE                     
          HERE THEY UNDERTAKE                                                        
          THE POPULACE FOR CLAIMED CHANGE
          BUT NO VALUABLE RANGE
         
          THE UNDERTAKERS OFTEN MASQUERADE
          THE  MASQUERADES PARADE
          IN-ADVANCE WILL IN WILL
          
          THE WILL UNVEILS SELF-INTERESTS
          FOR YOUTH NO JOB INVESTS
          FOR POPULACE NO DINNING TABLE

          FOR GERINIANS MALADIES INCURABLE  
          V.I.P GERINIANS ARE EQUAL
           IN GERINIA ALL ARE NOT EQUAL


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The grande Dame and the younger girl

The younger girl dressed like a grande Dame
lingering solely in her private tower of dreams
The grande Dame remembers her maiden name
towering estates where their river of thoughts streams

The sophisticated Dame discovers written pictures
traveling along with another mesmerizing poem
latent learning more unknown words a fixture
in her growing intimate world of her own

The young girl is switching between here and there
while her skilled fingers softly caress toned harp strings
feeling secure anywhere a bit longer too rare
hiding behind a wordless ballad that soft and gentle sings 

Still displaying the immature face of her younger girl inside
she secretly broadens her views and thoughts mature and wide

(c) Elly Wouterse


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Wade the Shallows

Wade the Shallows


Wade the shallows, swim not the deep,
loss of time makes the old man weep.
Imagine castles, thundered in glory prime
fleeing shadows racing about in time!

Comfort of the known sees the dream,
whistles the kettle in heated steam.
A vow, a promising oath made in sin
darkened shadows await in the heart of men!

Cleave to the willows along the bank,
sand on the beach, rocks to thank
Look back at a wild path solemnly made
rejoice in the hand so well played!

Walk a path that gives solace and high spirit.
Ring that bell, do not worry if failing to hear it!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-20-2014


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Darkening sorrow

Darkening Sorrow 
It was a strange summer I wouldn’t say reluctant
But rather old fashioned, rather like an old man
Crossing the farm yard with a slice of bread in his
Hand to give to the horse by the wooden fence. 
 It was not a summer that will be remembered by
Bathers by the beach, the sea was cold that year 
Often there were bands of cerulean silk scarves
On the sky keeping the day from being too hot. 
We walked everyday although our walks became 
Shorter and we didn’t go to the river as usual.
You had gone in September and I had got a buyer 
For the house, alone it was pointless living there.    
I will be moving into an idyllic home for the aged, 
And from the window see your resting place. 


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DEDICATION


Do all you can to understand;
Explore the light with curious eyes;
Do as you plan to fire bold trends;
Ignite fierce sight with charming sighs;
Calm wears fond peace in easy wit;
Allow wordplay to fashion pun;
Touch sure increase in zesty fit;
Indulge each day clear sense of fun;
Offer to be a loving soul;
Now you can see the curious toils.
Heart sets you free to feel one whole;
Embrace beauty as truth uncoils;
Reap your sweet spot in happy thoughts;
Enjoy each lot where honour dots.


Leon Enriquez
14 June 2014
Singapore


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Rest gently now my love

Rest gently now my love and do not fear,
The harsh cold winds of winter or the snow.
That falls about these parts this time of year,
But think now of the spring and what will grow.
Remember too the gentle summer rains,
That cools the earth and makes the heathers bloom.
Or autumn hues that blaze across the plains,
To raise our hearts and wash away the gloom.
And do not think that you will be alone,
To face the bleakest days and endless nights.
For you and I will face them on our own,
To hold on fast and set all things to rights.
For though the tide of life holds us apart,
My love will keep you safe within my heart.









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Diogenes in search

Diogenes holds a lantern
Hypnotized- the faint light
Eyes search all nooks and turn
Desire in them makes them bright

Drank no voda only lie and deception
Hegemonized- lost- sick of hunger
Pathologized- TRUTH the only medication
Unconscious he is with thirst growing stronger


But, egregious- incorrigible or glib
It’s all he finds- the chronic liars
The consummate and congenital lie lay down deep
Inveterate they are unconscionable buyers

He’s finished his search in Athens
Hope’s alive! The hill thus flattens


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Brother

Phillia;  oh My brother of life,
Brought through time and wrought though strife.
We've met this day through unblood ways,
given this test of heart we've made.

With youth we bled from youthful knees,
Carried the hearts of youthful dreams.
We grew into the Brother's we are today,
given this test of heart we've made.

Phillia;  oh My Brother's, Son.
My heart hurts for his hearts one.
Time has taken us different ways,
But with this old ticker, Phillia remains.

Well into the shadows of life we've claimed,
settled minds and unashamed.
Captured essence of solitude,
Phillia; oh My Brother, I think we made it through.


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Fearful Courage

Fearful Courage


Courage is not the absence of fear
In Bruce and Sisyphus courage was there.
But in their foreheads fear did appear
Anxiety is the thing they could not forebear.

Deities instill in your mind awe
And you are to revere them in holy dread.
In worship, you are attached with a thread
The fear factor does not always abide by the law.

Marijuana imparted a spiritual vision
To the beaten ‘Beat’ poets.
The holy man in vision sets
His dream to succeed, to fulfill his mission.

Fear and courage draped in the same loin
Are in fact the twin sides of the same coin. 

                                                                  Pradip Mondal


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THE JOB' S COMFORTERS

Here they partake                     
Here they undertake                                                        
The populace for claimed change
But no valuable range
         
The undertakers often masquerade
The masquerades parade
In-advance will in will
          
The will unveils self-interests
For youth no job invests
For populace no dining table

For Gerinians maladies incurable  
V.I.P Gerinians are equal
In Gerinian all are not equal


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GOODBYE

(Dedication: To the memory of a family
friend who went home today, Friday.)
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Sojourn now done, my soul goes home;
Truth is bitter but love soothes pain;
Empty of dawn, no more to roam;
Peace now better, feel whole again;
Here for a while, laughter found smiles;
Ere we return to live again,
Niche earthly styles that fate compiles.
Love can discern the path laid plain;
I lived my best with courage bold;
Mind and heart wrote a tale of joy.
Death is sure fest that must unfold;
I live in part as kin employs;
Etched in your heart dearest of mine:
Souls that impart a love divine.


Leon Enriquez
27 June 2014
Singapore


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Gigantic Dark Trees

Gigantic Dark Trees

Gigantic dark trees were in my stoney path
 I cut them down, inviting the coming wrath
Fears rest in the shadows awaiting many turns
 hope only leaps forth as spirit's fires burn

I raced into time with destination unknown
 later discovering my soul had never grown
Wasting life with vigor so foolishly unsound
 true happiness having never ever been found

Then light gave cause to seriously rethink
 death comes quickly, often in a mere blink
Perhaps give this new journey a good try
 just race eagerly forward without asking why

Faith became the victory not even then known
Defeated, far away, the enemy had rapidly flown

Robert J. Lindley, 07-22-2014


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BE


Be wise and bold as you journey;
Expect to meet all sorts of men.
Live warm not cold as you can be;
Indulge and greet the sparkling ken;
Value each day that primes your cause;
Embrace fond feel in your own pact;
Love comes to stay to steer the course;
Yes time does heal the wounds of fact.
Laugh as you go and spread warm smiles;
Offer to touch with waves that sing;
Voice glimpse and glow in sacred style;
Expect yet much from sensuous spring;
Light the way home to grand domains;
You need not roam for peace attains.


Leon Enriquez
10 June 2014
Singapore


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Undead Voice


Declared of them that love was key sortie,
Unity be justice en quest; Arise
Ye people who yearn sedulous booty,
Dared more agony intriguing despise?

Ferity is not lulu with comrades,
Virtue’s flawed bond bespeak sardonic woes,
Vague as rabble in berated ill shades
Fussy factions are collective foes.

Regimes thwart patriots yearn for verity,
Intuit warns against raging ruination,
Rude pretext to extirpate reality,
Interest lost sans support and option.

Whilst nation mourns liberty, they dictate.
When hope springs forth, Zealots, don’t hesitate.


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TAKE COMFORT

(Dedication: To the family and the 
memory of a departed friend.)
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Truth has a way of telling now:
Ask for kind peace to heal and touch;
Keep lovely stay as joy endows;
Enjoy fond ease with cheer you nudge.
Choice primes your heart with sweetness light;
Open your mind to understand;
Message can start in loss of sight;
Feel love most kind that shapes all trends;
Opt to be bold when death brings pain;
Reach deeper still and live goodwill;
Trust can unfold a journey's gain.
Notice the feel of love that fills;
Once you can see beyond this earth,
Wholeness sets free dawn of re-birth.


Leon Enriquez
01 July 2014
Singapore 


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Lest We Forget

In you the Dogs of War unleashed again
  An Expeditionary Force by sea:
And in the ground in years fourscore and ten
  The bones of Empire and Admiralty!
How in muddy trench Lighthorsemen joining
  Charged the lines on Ottoman ancient land:
And loud shellfire through dead night and morning
  Fell in great battle Anzac's finest stand.
Upon Lone Pine, Dead Man's Ridge, Chunuk Bair,
  The battlefield told a colony's tale:
Lo, not ceasefire, not armistice declare,
  And still to come...The Somme and Passchendaele.
Owed by king and country is a grave debt -
One unshared and unpaid Lest We Forget.


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Dedicated to all the Anzac soldiers who fought
At Gallipoli, Turkey in 1915.
Written on the 90th anniversary of the battle.

April 2005


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DELICACIES


Decree a cause, define a thing;
Explore a way, expound a case;
Look beyond course, live a sure fling;
Indulge a play, inform a pace;
Choice works with grace, charm sets the norm;
Align fond mood, adjust fine theme;
Choose now to face, cheer hurls sure form;
Instill wise good, invest in dreams;
Express in kind, extend fond scope;
See faith fashion, sense peace within;
Heed what you find, hurl with pure hope;
Etch right action, etch things unseen;
Reach beyond reach, rest in good light;
Each follows each, expand insight.



Leon Enriquez
11 August 2014
Singapore


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THE POET MEETS THE JOURNO

THE POET MEETS THE JOURNO

All right, so I introduced you to each other,
She, sotto voce, with sweet piercing alter
Ego and intransigent integral and inviolate
Laws, you with your collection of newspaper
Cuttings of riots, strikes, and the dialectical
Alternative: mottled eyes and the poor man’s pudding
Of truth, flavoured with salt fish loneliness.

In the dim furls of the watchman’s banner
The night was just ending, so go to it -
Discern why I separately loved you.
As I make my way home by myself,
The pure gold of my honourable gesture
Will shine like an Indian summer on a child,
Be meditation for your spirit on our silent spring.

By Rosemarie Rowley
Published in IN MEMORY OF HER, Dublin, 2008