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In days long past, my school did a pilgrimage to a small land of peace and reconciliation, that lay in the nation of passion and revolution. As a community from nations near and far, we all ate simple food in the daylight flavouring the fresh air, allowing us all to discover joy in pearls hidden in fields. I listened and sang hymns of honey given by the monks dressed in white. Through the songs on my tongue, I tasted gladness of heart and peace in mind, though sometimes the words were a mystery to me. I spent my personal time in the chapel, sitting in silent worship amid polished stone with orange windows. I listened to the peace of flowing milk around me, and the occasional drip touching my tongue. I did not understand the divine flowing all around and within me, though I felt its gentle touch. It was a mystery to me, incompressible and veiled by my shackles. A mystery that I had not comprehended at that time, till I took a bit of fruit in years after. But the hymns of sweet honey and the flowing milk was but a faint taste to me. I was not a Christian back then as I am now. I was still led along by the hope of a New Age back then. Though the milk and honey were sweet to my tongue, I could not have swallowed the medicine they contained within. Yaldabaoth had chained my neck tight by his words and by his mirages of the desert, until I found the Tree of Gnosis that unlocked my neck and heart later in life. As such, the milk, honey or any beverage of the spirit were not my found treasure there, but the friends that journeyed with me. They were a mountain filled with greenery for me. Birds were tweeting in laughter, and the trees were rustling in chatter. Wind was playing games in the branches, and the sun was shining over this all. We all slept and hung out in tents at night when there was no blistering sunlight showering us. That was a mountain of friendship I never climbed before and never climbed up again. Only memories of the mountain peak of shining white remain. I can no longer see that princess of moonlight now, though I was closest to her on the mountain peak. I felt her cool breath amidst the stars, and I heard her laughter among the trees at daylight.
On the green mountain
With honey and pearly milk
Laughing with the moon
People find 150 million thousand reasons to go to Walmart… me too.
Sometimes, I just go just to go and at times I find myself going because I want to, not because I need to.
Today, I was about to go to Walmart, got dress, went down two steps and then went back inside. I changed my mind and my clothes. I decided to go on my “Peace Walk” with God instead. I put on my exercise shorts and went on my way.
After talking, praying, singing hymns, spending quiet time with God and giving God praise, I embraced the moment.
I laid in silence along the isolated road with feet crossed and hand stretched out above my head just staring up at the big, blue, clear sky as the sun beamed ever so brightly, glowing upon my golden, brown skin, just enjoying the simple pleasures of life.
Yes, God’s creation… me, the blue skies, the birds, the breeze, the trees, the sun, the stillness and the quietness.
No cars, no people, no problems, no noise, no traffic, no emails, no cell phone, no hustles and bustles of the world.
Just me, God, peace, calm and serenity.
During this time with God, I relaxed, repented and released and God refreshed, renewed and restored.
Getting the renewing, refreshing and restoring of the mind, body, spirit and soul Yeah... that was better than going to Walmart.
First encounters in the past two decades.
18.1.2009, A helped me to move in my quarter.
A decade of caring friendship and neighbors.
He taught and loved me unconditionally.
Fifteen years and six days later,
24.1.2024, B agreed to give up,
His seat on our first meeting.
Six months and six days of a simple, fun and supportive friendship.
It ended without saying any proper farewell.
Three hundred and fifty six days later,
16.1 2025, I joined the Poetry world,
Introduced by "Mr. Author", who has also strangely,
No longer interacting with me.
A fortnight later,
30.1.2025, pianist J, subtlety enhanced
My knowledge of music,
These encounters' experiences,
Shall stay forever with me.
For the last leg of my life.
Goodbye A,
Bye-bye BB.
Keep on writing and posting my poems.
Good luck to Pianist J.
Friend(s) comes and goes as always.
(While reading this try to fit the melody
and rhyming rhythm with parts of Don
McLean's song "American Pie")
it was written in
the book of rocks
just looking at the
pictures for they can't talk
and dinosaurs were here
and every
where
the healthy ocean
bottom layer
with shells made
of and by soothsayer
creative crustacean
creators
forams for
thousands of years
then suddenly it all
came to a stop
if there's a god she
must have dropped
her watch forgetting
or regretting
what was made
it was then that there
was a single line
the k t boundary
well defined
no longer
limestone
but simple clay
then Atlas sat
and muttered something
someone heard
said it was nothing
and nothing is
exactly where
we're at
the prophets sat
around the table
sitting with
Cain and Able
Goliath
do you know who
cast that stone
with all the oceans
in commotion
red seas parting
arks a floatin'
Moses and Noah
knowing
noth
ing
Lao tzu's silence was
his answer
and Shiva thought
she was still a dancer
waving arms with
swords in hand
then Custer stood
and took
his last stand
but all this was
meaningless
the Golden Mean
means just this
while Fibonacci
contemplated
and ate
a slice of
Pisa Pi
the day
the Mesozoic
died
Form:
She is someone who can’t be a man’s dream girl,
She’s not white and doesn’t even know how to curl.
She is plain and simple and typically keeps herself silent,
Deep inside is a soul who maintains to be resilient.
She is someone who can be leaned on when they cry,
She is a girl who never surrenders and gives herself a try.
Her laugh is innocently sincere and childish,
She can’t be a bad cad who throws a typical dish.
She is someone who can’t be a man’s dream girl,
She is not even a queen like a one gorgeous pearl.
She is a freely grown up girl who happens to be my best follower,
She could not realize things that she could be a leader.
Although she can’t be a man’s dream girl,
She is someone who is a God’s perfect girl.
Bonded with fears and so much potential,
She isn’t just a dream but can be everyone’s ideal.
Form:
We’ve known each other since times beginning
In our love games we are always winning
Tears of joy flow and wet our bed
Dreams of each other forever fill our head
I cannot hold you close enough to my heart
There is no idea in my mind that we will ever part
It soothes me just to say your name
From the moment we met I’d never be the same
You cared me easily like a written story
To be in your life is a true taste of heavenly glory
I wouldn’t want to be living in any other time or place
I’m thunder struck by a simple kiss of your lips to my face
You’ve reached me deeper than anyone will ever know
I was less before and now with you I will forever grow
How I hate the attitude of ordinary people towards life,
How I detest this banality that spreads like a heavy mist,
Over the fields of my soul, how from the depths of my being,
I despise their simplicity, those nice and simple people,
With their eternal price lists. How my blood boils,
Under the burden of this monotony, like a volcano hidden beneath time,
How every moment with them becomes an endless market,
Of lost dreams, how every smile is a coin tossed,
Into the fountain of boredom. And I, a traveler on waves of thoughts,
Try to escape the chains of normality, to rise above,
The clouds of dust and routine, to seek a place where the wind carries,
Thoughts to untouched horizons, where there are no masks,
Of conformity, but only an open sky and the promise of infinity,
Where the soul can stretch and dream without limits,
A place where life is not a mere transaction, but a whispered poem,
By the waves of a forgotten ocean, a place to spread my wings,
And fly, fly far from everything that means ordinary,
To a realm where every breath is a rebirth,
And every thought a new universe, a place where magic lives,
And time loses its power in a dance of the eternal.
Hey neighbor,
It's too easy to blame the government
for your own sorry @ss life
but the government is
nothing but a spoiled
funhouse reflection of yourself
they fight like children
unwilling to negotiate
play games, steal frequently
play hopscotch with our faith.
Hey neighbor,
with the complainer's mouth,
what have you done for your country lately
aside from putting drugs in its mouth
flashing hate-burn it down
destroying monuments
spray paint, worship-burn flags.
if you want to turn it around
start simple by not smoking grass
it'll turn you into a lazy ass zombie.
make you lay blame for your lack of character
and you may want to cover the crack of your @ss
no employer will hire you and that vertical smile.
If you have a child, be a real man-take care of your children
they need you to guide them and elevate their lives
from the poverty line
It's all in your hands.
hey neighbor!
The sun shines so bright in a cerulean sky,
As Christmas spirit comes in great surprise;
People now in all walks of life,
Happily enjoy the moment once in a lifetime.
Go shopping here, go shopping there,
They all buy things needed to cheer;
Everyone joins the spectacular parade,
With big floats and motorcades.
It is still July but Christmas is magic,
It comes on time when we least expect it;
Day and night, people are rejoicing,
Helping one another in all undertakings.
Still skeptical on what is really happening,
But colorful lanterns and ornaments are now seen,
Christmas lights even sparks in shimmering splendor,
Hang in houses, on window sills and doors.
In open houses have some special gifts,
For anyone who would wish to drop by for a pick;
Some are simple wrapped items,
And some are sweets or delicacies on plates.
Everyone keeps busy but doesn’t go frantic,
Christmas in July is a real fantastic;
A special event which now lingers in the memory,
Because it is our Town’s First City Anniversary!
Note: Our town turned to a city.
Date: Aug. 8. 2012
7th Place Winner
Contest: My Favorite Poem Contest
Contest Judged: 9/7/12 12:00:00 AM
Poet Sponsor: Joyce Johnson
Note: This was my entry in the contest with a theme, Christmas In July Magic. I’m dedicating this poem to my town Candon City, although the anniversary is not really in July. I just kept the theme of the contest. Moreover, my dearest mother and favorite aunt who are both celebrating their b-days on this month had inspired me to write. The real Town City Hood and Foundation anniversary: The anniversary of Candon City Hood is every March 28. Candon became a city in March 28, 2001 thru Republic Act 9018. Candon City hood was authored by then Congresswoman Grace Singson during the 11th congress. Foundation Day is March 25. -more info were from Mr. Jun Balbin.
Lazy afternoon
Telemovie and naps;
Weary bones
~~~~~~~~~
Words surge
Simple ideas;
Walk fond talk
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Old path here
Winding and trampled;
Grass verge survives
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Day trip outing
Viewing construction;
New house takes shapes
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Sanguine feel
Haiku streams flow;
Interim substance
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Cosmic fireworks
Meteors flying;
Starry black night
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House hunting
Beauty calls;
Homing device
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Saturday moods
Festive weekend;
No one visits
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Sudden and sure
Ageing feels awkward;
Grey hairs and paunch
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Ancient memories
Sharp contrast;
Silver moonbeams
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Desolate thoughts
Swing in and out;
Suspicion punctuates
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Leon Enriquez
07 June 2015
Singapore