Leon Enriquez Poet Quatrain

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Hear what you hear,
Strange voices call;
Faintly yet clear,
Pain knows odd gall.


Odd laughter pounds,
Echoes now hint;
To flood old grounds,
With distant mint.


Soul on the verge,
Glimpse of new space;
Ripples now merge,
Sense a blur trace.


In the sex act,
Churn of new quest;
Love wears a tact,
A brand new fest.


Look and you'll see,
Notice the feel;
What may yet be,
Streams from twin wills.


Wait thus in time,
For rhyme to niche;
Here void can mime,
Watch oomph enrich.


Cluster of cells,
As a new strain;
In time to dwell,
As place marks plain.


Whirl of new waves,
Thrill time and space;
A new soul brave,
New birth to grace.


A certain still,
In floating ooze;
A happy fill,
In bubbly snooze.


Nature knows best,
The dance that saves;
Sense ample fest,
Flame in fluid cave.


If you must know,
Psalm of new seed;
A spark now grows,
Watch grandeur feed.


Play of fine take,
In a womb dark;
Feel lovely make,
A living spark.


Flesh from deep flesh,
A deeper dance;
Astronaut dash,
In growing trance.


Rush of new day,
Light within light;
A mindful way,
Glimpse of insight.


Feel your way here,
Come with wise grace;
A time for cheer,
Prize fond embrace.




Leon Enriquez
30 October 2017
Singapore

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