Best Brines Poems
sometimes I sing
antique anthems,
of the nights
I was confined
within a bottle
of diamond tears,
wept woefully
from the widest sky
that held kaleidoscopic stars~
amidst festooned fields of
pixie-dust flowers,
hanging like
starburst chandeliers,
when t i m e was never in favor
of designing a
heart-shaped galaxy
to ease the
troubled torrents….
as languid linings
cast by the
sombre umbra
soaked me
in melancholic sprinkles,
of what was left in my strength;
for I knew nothing
beyond the evening clouds
that mirror
marshmallow musings,
stained with
tuscan tones. ..
yet, I remember
seeing your sunflower smile,
as I dreamt of
your mystical melodies,
spoken poetically,
way before I knew you
would become my reality,
though the homely hideaway
to my hopes
now fester amongst
corners of your
dusky eye lashes…
I’ve battled with nothing
but obsidian obstacles
that laid
in the
tiny tunnels
of my
crippled consciousness.
now our souls
seem chained in pearls
and coiled in amethyst anklets
as one, in stellar waves
through a
ceaseless constellation;
cosmic connection
endorsing these fingers
with your
poignant pantoums,
aligning my heart to lay
within your
evergreen embrace,
limited by
the lyrical land
you’ve lavished
my
longing lagoons into.
so here I am, scribbling stories
of our zealous zenith
within your platinum presence~
as confessions disguised
within tangerine tercets
of vanilla villanelles
have now come alive,
amidst a rebirth
of a warrior meant
to b l e e d
vivid verses
eviscerating
nacreous nebulas
into blissful b l u e brines,
that shall stream
through
unfamiliar rivers of dragon roses
till every electrifying element
rests in aesthetic harmony.
You remember oceans
Filling your wet footprints
With foam and salty brines
The tracks you left upon
Seashell crusted shorelines
You remember oceans
As immense illusions
Irregular and curled
Cutting slanted cliffs from
The wild ends of the world
You remember oceans
Majestic and complete
Like your heart
when whales dive
Under aqua castles
Where coral is alive
You remember oceans
In shifting turquoise green
Dawn gold to midnight blue
And, when tides are pulling
Oceans remember you
04/09/22
I hold myself a prisoner
A captive taciturn
Unspeakable enticement still yearning
Since coming of age to discern
Yet never knowing
Except in part
The fullness to overflowing
In the cerebral cortex of my heart
The heart knows reason
Which reason does not know
Inoculated by truth a lie will weaken
Like the dawn of a child in an embryo
For this the battle to bring heart to speech
In mind, for one to live oft' another thing dies
It's the delicate balance when determined to please
Suspended between fulfillment's death and the giving of life
The beauty of a fractured symmetry
Where thinking heart meets mind
To know this elusive camaraderie
Perhaps in a world in eternities time
So I see myself in another life
Where sorrows hold no interest
A wistful smile proves transparent
While intensity conveys my signet
Warmth and wrath bear equal zeal
But I, an antithesis in perfect balance
A lonely vagrant thronged by faces
Embraced by insipid attachments
As honey brines by way of nectar
In homes fashioned with wax
Void of every ignoble stinger
Known to propitiate the diffident task
Thus so masked I travel still
The duplicitous road yet shackled
Until my tongue finds clemency
From the demons my mind embattles
A lighthouse blinked deep in the shadows' gray
a fog-horn bordered at the distanced lines,
few stars were scattering above the bay
and scintillating mirrored in my eyes;
- my eyes were focusing upon the brines,
two forms outlined inside the nightly coals
and danced our waltz above the waves and shoals.
Betrothal blossoming of western winds
that blow the cumulus across the quay,
melds with the rising mist, the moon rescinds,
and fades in deepnesses of the dark sea;
beyond the shores the tidings brought to me,
the moonlight drenched in silver waves of flame,
and thenceforth heard his heart, and felt his claim.
I breathed his lonesome air, my soul's accord,
o mother of caressing waves' soft voice,
embraced I was, the silvering award
became my terminal, demanding choice;
inside the crystal night I felt rejoice ,
and in my tiny hands run his reply,
my destiny, the sea, and silent cry.
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5/6/2014.© Giorgio Veneto, Gautami Phookan. All rights reserved
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A little taste of wine so many kinds
One that taste like rotten grapes, apples, brines
Some so strong spit_rinse
Need to get rid of that quince
Worst one reminded me of shoe shines
Written:June 22, 2011
Day after longest day of year
Contest:"Bottle of Wine, (fruit of the vine, when..)"
Sponsor:Francine Roberts
(Dedication: For my PoetrySoup
friend, Lenny Gazbowski)
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Cozy comfort
Silky bed linen;
Somnolence sums
~~~~~~~~~
Humid heat wave
Hot sticky sweat;
Fatigue brines
~~~~~~~~~
Thought in deep sway
Philosophy flings;
Wit sums humour
~~~~~~~~~
Love the first-cause
Life dances brisk;
Symbiosis
~~~~~~~~~
Start here
Live now;
Death sums
~~~~~~~~~
In this moment
Eternity hurls;
All-in bet
~~~~~~~~~
Too late now
Old man yearns;
Death's one leg in
~~~~~~~~~
Waiting time
Long clinic queue;
Off-flavour faces
~~~~~~~~~
Smiling old man limps
Terrier runs around;
Barking commands
~~~~~~~~~
Morning repast
Make smiles curl;
Silent conversations
~~~~~~~~~
Less talk is more
Everyone agrees;
Loud chatter boxes
~~~~~~~~~
Bamboo saplings
Promises to keep;
Haiku moments
~~~~~~~~~
Being blooms
Becoming grooms;
Now empty room!
~~~~~~~~~
Zen garden moods
Configured space;
Meditative
~~~~~~~~~~
Old man stares
Moon struck smiles;
Soliloquy
~~~~~~~~~
In my dreams
Mother smiles;
Father sips beer
~~~~~~~~~
Heart thinks
Mind feels
Cross over well
~~~~~~~~~
Green grass verge
Floral beauty hides;
Unseen glamour
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
25 May 2016
Singapore
On the wings of angel we will fly
Soaring above the harmonious cloud
Above nightingale will sings her sweetest lullaby
The air will spread its melody low and loud
I will take you onto the heaven's garden
We are free and safe on an angel wings
On the wings of an angel we be enlivened
We are flying above the golden rainbow rings
Silvery light will pave our way to the vault of eden
Starry sky will smile and shower us with clean sun rays
When thousand starlight will light golden
And the wings of angel will carry us far and wide away
Sipping the greener pastures and mighty brines
Breathing scented flavors
Submitting before heaven's shining shrines
Praying before the heaven's altars
On the wings of an angel we are secure
Heaven will opens its pearl doorway
Comely fairies will welcome in zeal couture
When the dusk fall we will rest in jewel hallway
On the wings of an angel
We will lay our heart free
We will fly to the front door of an archangel
And the heaven's garden will welcome in glee
Higher in the sky of infinity
Angel will take us to comforting Kingdom
Where will live under blessings of Almighty
And we will sing the song of enternal freedom
On the wings of angel we will fly to the eternity.
Copyright © Dawa Zangpo | 2/09/2018.
Heart
Mind arts
End and start
Soul
One whole
Pole to pole
Mind
***** signs
Create finds
Form
Odd norms
Sweet sour storms
Taste
Such haste
Mess sweeps waste
Touch
Curl nudge
Bear vain grudge
Feel
What heals
Kind goodwill
Hear
Sound ears
Boom brines here
Smell
Scents tell
Where you dwell
See
Just be
Wild and free
Sense
Vain tense
Air floods dense
Live
Just give
Ditch pet peeve
Plot
See lots
Frame good thoughts
Ink
Bold think
Forge fine links
Charm
Speak calm
Spread warm balm
List
Verse gist
Sign wise lease
Show
Wise glow
Dream now flows
Be
Just see
Grand beauty
Leon Enriquez
18 May 2015
Singapore
Voice in sure choice such ample wit,
Observe the thrill of how you feel;
Love wears a poise with easy fit,
Urge knows a fill in ink stain quill;
Play of word brines where ideas swirl,
Thought cleavage shows in focal trance;
Use vivid lines to paint your world,
Oblige due passage in plot and dance;
Unfurl the pulse of deeper flow,
See beyond sense in visual flight.
Watch fond impulse churn gaze that shows,
Attest mad tense in fragrant light;
Yes in a dash of fresh and flesh,
Spur of wild clash in dazzling flash!
Leon Enriquez
08 September 2016
Singapore
The air feeds fire that burns from wood;
The earth yields wood that water grows;
The fire now sires steam from cold moods;
The water fields strength as fire shows!
Such is the ring that goes and comes;
Four elements or five with wood;
Nature now sings in timely sum;
Sure elements that fling all good.
Start at the edge and cover grounds;
See movement still in churn of waves;
Over the ledge as lost is found;
Time hurls goodwill in fool and knave.
The genius knows the way to go;
Feel thoughts that surge in hiatus here;
Ideas now glow with ebb and flow;
An intense urge to craft new spheres.
Round and round dear, world in mad swirl;
No time to stop lest we all fall down;
Fling faith and fear to greet each whirl;
Each soon must drop like fallen clowns.
The rush of will but there it seems,
A gentle pulse as stillness holds
The primal feel in a sure dream;
Falling impulse as things unfold.
Time after time in sequence hurls;
Yet time scatters in many waves;
Reason fails rhyme and time now swirls
Beyond mere matter to crash not save.
The moments meet beyond forfeit
In change and chance yet true to soul;
Bold surge to greet the incomplete,
Strange range that dance to know the whole.
The moment's loss within the gloom
Of broken lines where rhyme fails rhyme;
Where dust flings floss in empty room
And moisture brines time beyond time.
Go beyond things as matter minds
The deep deep dark where no light goes;
And yet this fling and plunge in kind
Is just that spark to know fond flow.
Space and time here a mere construct
Of a motif once eternal;
In surreal peer, in sure destruct
For time's a thief that kills mortal.
Leon Enriquez
07 Apr 2014
Singapore
Days with pain are yet to come
So as such the heart would bleed
Over the hole life has made
From which it’s been sprouted as seed
And the emptiness would hammer hard
On the broken and shattered heart.
The past would whisper into the core of mind
The future would fear with brines in eyes
Over the silence that shout aloud
Under the stillness of a dark cloud
‘return back’, as I’ll scream out
With cycles of life, though the prayers are bound.
As would I hug a vacuum tight
And love it, caress it, with all delight
Wait for it to reverse back love
Kiss me, console me with a few word
And the illusion would last no long
Nightmares follow with the wake of dawn.
And so I enter the door open
With fearful eyes for what is to come
And find it better to love in pure form
Than in the form of flowers over a mourn
So pace the life with love around
You never know when pain’ll surround…
Tale in a sale,
Spice with fine price;
Veil that shrouds pale,
Prize that fits vice.
Take what you make,
Dyke to speak right;
Stake a fine break,
Sight comes with light.
Glow with wise show,
Reach what you preach;
Flow as you grow,
Beach as you teach.
Laugh at vain stuff,
Thought helps the plot;
Rough can be tough,
Slot brines buzz lot.
Say to the way,
Deep in sure sleep;
Pay well for play,
Weep for vain keep.
Run to sweet fun,
See what you see;
Pun in hot sun,
Glee styles to be.
Note that old rote,
Mad in grime bad;
Vote for the tote,
Glad in things sad.
Look for wise book,
Tense clouds each sense;
Crook in a nook,
Cleanse blur old lens.
Way casts in clay,
Soul bland and cold;
Pay then each day,
Cold sweat takes hold.
How fits your brow,
Free what you see;
Now zest can plough,
Be your own fee.
Fling joy you sing,
Ink a bold link;
Bring a new thing,
Brink verge of ink.
Leon Enriquez
03 October 2014
Singapore
Style
Now piles
Such warm smiles
Grace
Grooms space
Feel light trace
Stuff
Blooms laughs
Sure enough
Ploy
Now toys
Watch pure joy
Gift
Prompts lift
Warm cheer sifts
Be
Just see
Love set free
Fine
Fond lines
Feel now brines
Feel
Time heal
Tears that spill
Face
***** space
Odd words race
Light
Sculpts bright
Prompt soul flight
Thought
Moves plot
As change slots
Leon Enriquez
09 November 2017
Singapore
Heed heart
Apt art
Sign start
Blood brines
Love lines
Frame fine
Glimpse grip
Time trip
Sweet sip
Set sail
Fear fails
Taste trails
Words wet
Soft set
Blush bet
Hurl hope
Stage scope
Raw rope
Faith frees
Touch tees
Boom be
Love lifts
Grand gifts
Soul sifts
Calm craft
Dream draft
Rich raft
Leon Enriquez
23 June 2019
Singapore
Senses now hinge
Upon thoughts strange,
A sensuous tinge
Fronts beauty's range.
Strange as strange seems
Upon odd spark,
A lovely theme
Confronts sure mark.
Beauty knows best
The arc of wit,
For in the quest
Blunt fest can fit.
So many chimes
Where beauty glows,
Now we seize times
In sensuous flow.
Autumn brines fling
Of lavish daze,
Cold chill now springs
In icy craze.
Beauty must sleep
In wintry rhymes,
Here thoughts now peep
In sleepy times.
By foot paths lost
In sweeping cold,
Odd scenes now cost
What dreams unfold.
Leon Enriquez
05 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT