Best Excavations Poems
Holiday season
Shopping spree;
Downtown bazaar
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Easy atmosphere
All sorts of stuff;
Bargains galore
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Table stalls cluster
Mini display items;
Souvenir trinkets
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Crowded commotion
Zesty curiosity;
Sellers and buyers
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Tucked in a corner
Custom-made brooches;
Artistic flair revealed
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Flea market bazaar
Noisy excavations;
Happy discoveries
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Vendors preside
Over special goods;
Come buy, come buy
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Business pulse shows
Some transacting briskly;
Others just waiting
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Weekend bazaar
Cash and carry ventures;
Curious smiles escalate
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Buzz of discovery
Pretty and cute things;
Happy exchange
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Voices float and fill
Seekers finding wares;
Easy breezy bargains
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Leon Enriquez
29 November 2014
Singapore
Traveled
by Odin Roark
Once traveled
looking back is a
smoke-filled window.
Once traveled
the smoky windows rattle their endless resentment
at the windy changes.
But...The changes
rattles
smoky windows
oh, how sweet their receding motion.
oh, how sweet to breathe the air of the uphill movement
of struggling roots
of rustling branches
of open spaces crying to be filled
with visions
with excavations of the mind
with tempestuous truth
with directions into endless detours
with paths...trails...roads...
roads to be once again...
Traveled
Radio blasting
Loud music screams;
Intruding words
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Mental movie
Visualisation techniques;
Attract good stuff
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Cellphone outlet
Mobile accessories;
Too much distractions
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Secular world view
Greedy appetites ground;
Competition chokes
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Lunch banquet
Feast for the senses;
Frugality absent
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Temple visit
Ancestors await;
Family reunion
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Church Sunday service
Sermon on the Mount;
Wise Jesus echoes
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Late night rendezvous
Lakeside stroll;
Ghosts figures flirt
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Downtown trip
Shopping excavations;
Designer goods in tow
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Here we sit
Two old lovers;
Tea and chocolate cake
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Book of wisdom
Wise message tutors;
Private conversations
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Leon Enriquez
11 June 2015
Singapore
Kookaburras
are found in Australia,
they are not pretty birds
with a lovely call,
but racous enough
to mistake it
for laughter, or even screams of amusement.
Kookaburras
love to ride kangaroos,
and sometimes
they hang on their tails,
so they make them run faster than tigers...
to scare the Tasmanian wolves away
resting on sun-dried hummocks of fresh excavations.
Kookaburras
scorn puling children,
the ones who are spoiled
enough to get what they want
by not eating pumpernickel,
but demand white bread...
watch the hungry kookaburras devour everything!
Ann-Marie
Tombs for teeth stuck out
On stocks overhanging
A trembling lower lip the
Impression of permanent snivel
Impeding would-be normal childish speech
Should such a thing ever have been desired
Passionately pleading
Dark brown eyes - doe I think they’d say
Both avoiding the straight ahead
Poised always
Glistening ready to tear saying more
Than dental excavations ever could
The bowl cut - affectionately known
A burden only the wearer owns
Tatty coat delicately worn
Cloak of poverty faded brown check
Perfectly in keeping
With grimy socks
On slim grey legs
Offering protection no mean feat
Cornering the cornered
We hoped they would retreat but
The boys used their hands superior
Body strength feet
In urgent proliferation to reach
The tenderest of all to strike her pure cheek
Daily battles we fought
Crushing defeats all yours to bear
Carried alone with the scars clinging
Even in the air
At home with the stigma and cruelty
That delivered you there
Surfeit of stalagmites barring, hampering my way
Clouds descending from heavenly heights
Obscuring my outlook in the rarified air
Mount Certes challenged all my senses
Aching muscles, pounding heart, gasping intakes of breath
But for all that I felt elated, ecstatically elated
My soul craved for such a challenge an achievement made
I hesitated pondering whether to rest for sustenance
Or carry on unreservedly whilst still light enough to see
There were mountain caves inhabited by Franciscan monks
Many mystics through the ages marvelled at Certes enlightenment
Mount Certes was inaccessible by the seaward side
Sheer chalk cliffs had disintegrated battered by stormy seas
Atop the mountain was the Pinnacle chapel
Once offerings had been made on the site to the Greek Gods
Recent excavations had uncovered many artifacts
Venerable was whispered by town folk below
Whenever the mystics descended for the yearly penitents offerings
Was I strong enough to reach the Pinnacle?
My unswerving faith would ensure
Though my unfit body would be a daunting problem
Recently I had decided to reassess my whole lifestyle
I wanted to be reborn in my values and jaundiced outlook on life
Washed clean, inviolate new goals and to be strengthened spiritually
God would surely forgive my introspective selfish ways
Confess and your sins shall be forgive you
Professed to have been spoken about by the disciple Peter
coming directly from the lips of Jesus himself
I was a sinner, still am, until I reach the Pinnacle of perfection.
Bus stop sensations
Where's the bus?
Tardy connection
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Old contact hearsay
Not much to say;
Silent confrontation
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Frangipani sunrise
Pink, yellow, white --
Magical moments
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Smoky stray wind
Grim echoes;
Stale air descends
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Shoppes in decline
Ancient wares loiter;
No takers
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Evening settles
Noisy commotions fade;
Mahjong excavations!
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By this old quay
Modern face lifts greet;
New watering hole
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New dreams stacked
On old faded sites;
Cool revolution
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Play school toddlers
Exchange play things;
Rude awakenings
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Leon Enriquez
17 October 2014
Singapore
Last month's hurricane ripped down dunes, re-
scalloped the shore, snatched away a car.
Now there's a smooth spread
of waves again where sandpipers scoot
across wet sand, their enigma of glyph tracks
washed away with the hush of each wave,
and what the ocean's taken away it now gives back:
excavations of a sneaker, two candles, a torn vest.
But of the relics of human lives, a blue car
in the sea gloom gathers to itself its own pale light
rocking with sea-time, medallioned with shells,
parked miles below on the ocean's floor,
and under the layered centuries, among the midden,
who will seek to know the story
--poetry's anthropology--
of the lost emerald ring under the front seat,
the ebony dope pipe, vial of cognac,
the half-rusted key to someone's door?
Street alley stalls
Tourist bazaar fare;
Souvenirs to go
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Seasonal fruit
A yearly dessert;
Duku escapade
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Old colonial shophouse
Freehold property;
Modern facelift
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Business cycles dash
Yesterday's bubble tea;
Today's cafe glitz
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Shopping arcade
Organized pandemonium;
Electronic extravaganza
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Bread and toast
Shopping mall happenings;
Cafe pondering
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Old haunts call
Flavours and tints;
Urban oasis
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Congested roads
Peak hour traffic;
Air-con consolation
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Morning kungu-fu dancers
Graceful as swans;
Dreamtime exhibits
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Busy feet carve
Grassy footpath;
Shortcut route across
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Urban renewal
Unstoppable excavations;
Traffic clutter shows
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October heat wave
Haze for added flavour;
Smoky suffocation
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River boat ride
Clarke Quay encounter;
Delighted tourists
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Leon Enriquez
27 October 2014
Singapore
Late night visions
Blur excavations;
Past sleeping hours
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Words fail
Passage purged;
Discarded poem
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Wander here
Fence-sitting neighbour;
Loiter with desolation
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Feasting over
Festival ended;
Yet people dance around
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Cite a fine say
Read a good book;
Self-discovery awaits
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Curious scent
Perfume mists;
Fragrance in the air
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By this river
Goods and sure trade;
Tourists take boat rides
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Late night drama
TV movie moments;
World snores away
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Food diet plan
Weight loss program;
Add two kilos
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Strong sake brew
Alcohol inspires poem;
Unfinished business
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Boy of three
Says: Hello uncle!
Smiles fling approval
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Leon Enriquez
08 August 2014
Singapore
Footprints in sand, indelible till the tide comes in,
reliable impressions, etched, embedded, enveloped
to form an album of traces:
crab hole excavations,
scurries of hurrying birds,
seaweed twirls wind-driven in curls,
tiny sand flea hop-craters,
crab claw side-step shuffles,
drift-wood scuffs and scuppers
remnants of tidal riffles and ruffles,
snap-shots of scrapes, stomps, scats and scars.
Footprints like graffiti deface the awe of seascape shore
with a mushyheaded mishmash of double-exposed impressions.
Feel the year-end mood
Rainy punctuation,
Wetness all around
Touch of strange passion
Words stretch away,
New permutations
Here the watcher
Stretches out waiting,
Touch of wonder
Feel the pulse
Of mental images,
Poise of new voices
I wait to know
Some surge of feelings,
Blend of new rhymes
When rhymes fail
To rhyme in time,
Awkward lines distort
Discard the fullness,
Be as empty,
Ready to be full
Words act defiant
Accessory to murder,
Creative impulse dies
Yet words make
A measure that fits,
Ordinary excavations
Be unafraid then
When muse is absent,
Time for meanderings
Poetry is best written
Fresh as a peach,
Eaten for pleasure
Verse or no verse
Distant echoes call,
Stanzas feed compact
No need to ask
Why this ash and dust,
Let the fire burn
If you must know
Death's at the door,
Dye or die anon
Do not go beyond
That unknown sea,
For life calls to you
Christmas here
Tropical promontory,
Crumbling facades
Soon this old year
Must die to resurrect,
Phoenix reborn again
Only three more days
Till a new year
Arrives at the doorstep
Soul journeys feed
Wonder and wander,
Return to sender
Leon Enriquez
28 December 2014
Singapore
AND PASSING INTO HOLY SOULSFROM AGE TO AGE
SHE PRODUCES FRIENDS OF GOD
PROPHETS
WISDOM 7:27
IF YOU GO TO MILAN in northern Italy
You probably head first to the Duomo
The massive Gothic Cathedral in the center
After you tour it and walk amid the spires on its roof
You might sit on the piazza steps eating gelato with scores of others
Then you might descend to the subway, ready for another adventure
As you hurry through the hallway to catch a train
You’ll pass a locked door with a small window
If you look
You’ll see mounds of dirt and stones
But if you return to the church
You can visit that underground space by going down some steps in the back
Amid the excavations is an octagonal-darkness
Alone
Contemplate the font where St. Ambrose washed
St. Augustine in the living waters of baptism
Then you can return to the bustling
Brightness, centuries later
But still held in the e3mbrace of the same Wisdom they sought
Found
Lord, open my soul to your wisdom and truth
Readings and Gospel
Wisdom 7:22, 8:1 * Psalm 119:89-91, 130, 135, 175
Luke 17:20-25
OBVIOUSLY
Obviously, the people who lived contemporary with dinosaurs were intelligent,
and the footprints indicate that they were quite human as the large toe on
primates is located closer to the heel to facilitate clinging to branches.
Doctor Hilton Hinderliter of Apollo Campus, Pennsylvania State University,
studied the evidence presented at the Glen Rose, Texas, excavations and
stated: "I would have to say that the belief in evolution is in a state of terminal
illness but its death will only be admitted by a new generation of scientists
whose minds have not been prejudiced by the type of education now prevalent in
the nation's public schools, an education which starts with the belief that
evolution has happened, which interprets all evidence according to that faith and
which simply discards any evidence which cannot be fitted into the evolutionary
framework' (Quoted with permission from Dinosaurs by Dr. Carl E. Baugh, 1987.
Promise Publishing Co., Orange, CA92667).
CHARLAX version
Obviously these primates
Are alcoholics because of the curvature of the toes the toes of a winoe curl up in
his cowboy boots until his leather boots won't walk him anywhere this
phenomenon is noted in the OVID manual as the winoe toe a rare medical
condition known as poor old man syndrome. Some rare versions have been
reported on the reservation as the Listerine syndrome this is because the
Indians cannot use real alcohol as it costs real money so they shoplift large
bottles of Listerine to get the WAMPUM going the winoes however have a
problem getting money for more wine and so they panhandle it this is called
panhandling.
IN Better neighborhoods there is theft this is called stealing and it's done by
everyone that drinks this is called alcoholism it is a very bad and strang disease.
Thank you Doctor Hilton Hinderliter for all your obverse reactionary
observations.
This is a recorded message recorded by the CharlaX one. This has been a
recording.
ARCHIVE 777.
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Dawn unfurls
Heat in new light;
Earth awakes
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Poignant sanctuary
Whisper of healing;
Wisdom abides
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Laughter thrills
Zesty humour loiters;
A brand new page
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Buoyant fragrance
Floral metaphors;
Bougainvilleas
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Frangipanni interlude
Red and yellow flowers;
Morning salutation
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Windy highway
Picturesque rainbow arch;
Sunny drizzle dance
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Man to woman
Waltz to love;
Fragrant possibilities
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New Year's Eve
Party animals;
Whiskey and wine
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Study portraits
Charming collage;
Windy harvest
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Autumn rains
Cold and wet dawn;
Inside looking out
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Crisp crackers
Snacking delight;
Odd appetiser
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By the wayside
Humble grass florals;
Beauty wears well
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Coffee shop chatter
Random musings;
Amusing metaphors
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Lovers at dusk
Drifting with romance;
Soon reality morphs
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Words unleash
Haiku maze collage;
Practice prompts tact
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Write cites
Writer's craft;
Amusing musings dash
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Exquisite feelings
Murmurings float;
Romantique excavations
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By the way
Have a nice day;
Dream catcher rainbow
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Leon Enriquez
12 January 2017
Singapore