In the hallway of legends and ghosts
I wander aimlessly in dream
Talking with the dead of Brookhaven
The rope burns are still fresh on Helen's neck
A sickly scarlet mark upon her throat
In this corridor, I pace, a key in hand; lost
Forever the sojourn of quietus in keeping
Before a door numbered two, I stand
Silence a silver web with the muted sobs of angels
It is not a key I hold when she at last comes upon me
It is only the dark tangent of lost souls and vipers
And a blind man staggering upon a battlefield as
Cannons roar and the blue turban leers
The rains come like Jacob Marley's ghost
Riding the coach forever
I’m tired of people
slinging hash
and calling it Haute Cuisine
The Emperor naked
behind the mirror
where truth still reigns supreme
Waiting for accolades
pity more apt
so they again can void
Leaving their excrement
out on display
— only the rats to enjoy
(The New Room: March, 2024)
How do you know what you know
It fell from the skies into my eyes
That were ready and willing to see
“I couldn’t care less” is easy to say
When brushing off a critical slur
Or covering up something unkind
Said to excuse a thoughtless deed
If sincere regret is what’s in mind
Perhaps you should say, “Grrrrrrrr,
I could care less,” and slink away!
Written September 1, 2021
True beauty is all around
lovely things that make no sound
pretty sights which can be found
on this earth to which we’re bound.
True there are things which are sweet
when he and she distant meet
to scorch dread time burns the heart
never neither longs to part.
True, awe comes from many things
an elephant with golden wings
a snow-strewn path newly made
rows of pines in a winter glade.
But, of these things I write and speak
long I yearn and long do seek
about you divine most of all
you are Winter Spring Summer Fall.
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Diverse ideas vie for fecund place
In my mind and heart these days,
Every new thought sees the next
As an invasive unwelcome guest.
And being a democratic fella at heart,
I just wouldn't wish to play major part
As judge if privilege and freedoms be
Basis why litigious kinsmen disagree.
To every thought there's natural right
Enshrined in legal folios beyond fight:
Any idea may claim an acre of mind,
In any random astute brain they find.
And so I a respecter of sacred things
Such as fragile rights of mute beings,
Must let every instreaming opinion in;
And call null their war and brutish din.
For, has not every sovereign thinker,
Rights of their own to soundly tinker,
And censor apt and odd notion alike,
That within their wild cranium spike?
Cap fits the purpose
Attired neat to tread
Smart as a new pin
A snug bug in new rug
Swell-heeled, clad
A shoo-in for sure
Not much to say
As silence plays
Let stillness show
A wordless know
Poise without voice
Comes from due choice
Watch silence speak
A pleasant peak
Be willing here
To embrace cheer
Go beyond words
With message heard
Feel by the way
Transcends mere say
Know in your soul
A precious whole
You know the way
Feel mellows stay
Apt applause thrills
A hollow feel
Leon Enriquez
29 May 2019
Singapore
R-egardless
O-f
N-ecessities
A-lways
L-et
Y-ourself
N-icely
R-eceive
A-pt
N-eeds
A-round
Y-ou
Topic: Birthday of Ronalyn Ranay (October 11)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Set sanguine sketch
Meet moving match
Brisk blooming batch
Work wholesome writes
Chart clever cites
Bright bouncy bites
Word wealthy wiles
Prize poignant piles
Sense succinct smiles
Love loiters late
Feel fancy fate
Dance dreamy date
Charm cheeky code
Move mental mode
Opt only ode
Prime poetry plays
Style sensuous say
Rich rainbow rays
Line lovely lift
Glimpse greater gift
Steer savvy sift
Bright blessing be
Sad story see
Feel fortune free
Watch weary wit
Browse brighter bits
Sad story sits
Leon Enriquez
01 August 2018
Singapore
Seed strange
Crisp change
Deep dream
Still streams
Poise plays
Style stays
Bright blooms
Rich rooms
Grand gist
Love lists
Wise words
Health heard
Swift surge
Prize purge
Love lifts
Glimpse gifts
Apt ask
Bright bask
Face fest
Taut test
Taste times
Charm chimes
Leon Enriquez
24 July 2017
Singapore
Live light
Bloom bright
Sweet say
Prime play
Grand glow
Sense shows
Wear wit
Fond fit
Crisp change
Streams strange
Huge heap
Sound sleep
Bounce back
Slay slack
Glimpse good
Mould mood
Joy jests
Boasts best
Live lots
Prime plots
Dance deep
Kind keep
Rich rhymes
Truth times
Leon Enriquez
11 May 2017
Singapore
I’d watched the ‘Open’ and the 'Masters'
And thought that l’d give golf a try
I hired some clubs and little white balls
From the tee I hoped my ball would sail high
I lined up perfectly and took a swing
But the ball stayed on that little blue tee
I tried again and missed it once more
I was a laughing stock for all to see!
If questioned about my handicap
I’d smile and say I don’t have one at all
The only real problem that I have is
I can’t hit the ruddy golf ball!
A true story!
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05 09 17
Words come to mind
As tact now shows,
Works of fine finds
Move fact that flows.
Touch of fine ease
Move to flood sight,
Style happy peace
That shows true light.
Seize then the chance
To live fine play,
Prime thus the dance
To act brisk say.
Leon Enriquez
07 May 2017
Singapore
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