You’re supposed to know
the people you know,
and not the people you don’t
You’re supposed to feel
the things you can feel,
and not the things that you can’t
You’re supposed to be
what your nature portends,
and not what convention ascribes
You’re supposed to love
without borders or fear
—those moments forever alive
(The New Room: August, 2021)
Categories:
ascribes, destiny,
Form: Rhyme
Habitually, feeling an itch to write,
I’m introspective: sitting at the table
over a blank sheet, cherishing my blight
and rust, I think: “What if I'll not be able
to write a single stanza anymore?
What if to chuck it all, to travel, omnia
mea mecum porto*… What is all this for:
the doubts, the all-nighters, the insomnia?
What if…" Oh, wonder! In my line of sight
I have the lines: “…feeling an itch to write,
I’m introspective”.
(lat.) "All that is mine I carry with me", the quote that Cicero ascribes to Bias of Priene.
25.10.2019
Itch, Witch, Glitch Or Twitch Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
Categories:
ascribes, poetry, writing,
Form: Rhyme
I will open your hands to the blow of soot
Foam around
And the pejorative of illumination
I am changing mistakes with your consciousness
The number of exaltation
Soot off the hands
Ascribes oceans to winds
I am distorting the image of reality
Darkness is pejorative
Because it does not expect illumination
2005
Categories:
ascribes, analogy, i am, imagination,
Form: I do not know?
Mortal solitude ascribes in this distant reflection
Forever limited to the oracles inspired,
But too the wisdom once perceived
Came the ravages of our own objective
Ponder still the makeup of ourselves
Bound to the meaning of salvation,
For perilous time shall linger in thought
Awaiting an answer to our question
Callus the wisdom to ones morality
Where shadows wait the mystery of life,
But in silence came a distant voice
Studying the significance of times swift passage
It stirs not the place of our own discretion
Limited to the coming night,
Here ‘neath the sound of a heaven’s gate
And the hush of age itself
Categories:
ascribes, absence, life, spiritual,
Form: Ballad
Hurl a new song, health grooves to show;
Appease your soul, applaud your moods;
Ply sweet and strong, pray with clear glow;
Play witty whole, prize what feels good.
Yield to fond zest, yell cheery strains.
Sing of fond feel, surge with sound vibes;
Thrill sensuous quest, touch knows love's gain;
Yes make time heal, your pledge ascribes.
Live that sure hint, love moves kind heart;
Eat, drink and dance, etch grandeur's flow;
See spirits tint, sense sanguine start.
Act out grand chance, art primes bright glow.
Choose to address charm's crafty fit;
Trust in the best, test humour's wit.
Leon Enriquez
04 November 2014
Singapore
Categories:
ascribes, blessing,
Form: Sonnet
"True poetry ascribes the entity of truth and originality"
Categories:
ascribes, on writing and words
Form: I do not know?