Best Installs Poems
November is late autumn's prize,
arriving with its last goodbyes,
to usher in cool, crisper days-
perhaps with flakes, or icy glaze-
as trees will shed their golden shawls
to soon don fluffy, snow-white falls.
With time to stay indoors, surmise-
a cozy fire, a book- while eyes
enjoy the autumn's vibrant blaze-
redone from summer's verdant phase-
create a patchwork quilt that sprawls,
neath whirling winds from mini squalls.
Month-end brings time to aggrandize
Thanksgiving Day! We energize
in sharing feasts, with love and praise-
as kin and friends enjoy the craze.
When days run out, next month installs
more holidays- then, New Year calls.
October 29, 2020
Contest: Lay November
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Lay Form: 6-lines per stanza, 8 syllables per line,
rhyming scheme of aabbcc per stanza.
How Many Syllables and Rhyme Zone used
When two souls meet
To say that love comes not a day ...
There's no time ...
And even now scheduled to take place.
It comes suddenly and installs ...
In the most sensitive of our organs ... the heart.
Beginning to think so ...
But also realize that because of this moment ...
Not be determined by the people ...
When he arrives, often the symptoms are overwhelming ...
Turn everything upside down and the mess is happy if installed.
When two souls are the first that highlights ...
There is the physical appearance, but the similarity of souls.
They understand and they miss each other ....
Grieve because they have not met before ...
After all everything could be so different.
However know that this is the way ...
And there will be no return to his claims.
It's like they speak beyond words ...
Understand the sadness of others, the joy and desire ...
Despite being in different places.
When souls are intertwined like ...
They begin to miss each other ...
In a continuous process of rapprochement ...
To consummation.
Souls who are suffering may very well,
For often such meetings are ...
In instances where no more can go beyond ...
All the fullness of love ...
Loading, all the joy of love ...
And wanting to share life with each other,
All the emotion contained awaiting the final encounter.
They want things that become almost impossible,
But they are so easy to live.
How to see the sunset, sun ...
Or walking down a road with beautiful trees ...
View the night to come ...
Going to the movies and eat popcorn ...
Laughing and joking ...
Fighting sometimes
But making peace with a very special knack.
Love and love, often ...
Knowing that soon after will be together again ...
Without the parting being present.
But often they are at a time ...
And in a different space ...
Than to allow their realities.
But after that are ...
Are marked ... tattooed ...
And though may walk together forever ...
They will never be able to separate ...
And most importantly ...
They will have to find somewhere.
Souls who are never be lonely ...
Because they understand, by itself, the infinite need ...
They have one another for all eternity.
OF CEIZAR FOR MY LOVE DUNCAN
Brisk as a breeze
Lunar new year installs;
Festive cheer punctuates
~~~~~~~~~
Smiling faces exchange
Auspicious greetings;
Mandarin oranges
~~~~~~~~~
Red packet gifts
Good fortune and peace;
Happy thoughts
~~~~~~~~~
Chinatown tryst
Colorful promenades;
Spirit of joy
~~~~~~~~~
Dazzling fireworks
Festival spirits sculpt;
Auspicious message
~~~~~~~~~
Wonderful blessings
Extraordinary feasts;
Family celebration
~~~~~~~~~
Lunar year deposits
Goat ushers more;
Contentment mingles
~~~~~~~~~
Ancient calligraphy
Auspicious messages;
Gold words on red paper
~~~~~~~~~
Listen now
Laughter and cheer;
Celebrate new joys
~~~~~~~~~
Another year older
Wiser perhaps;
Sync peace of mind
~~~~~~~~~
Time to reflect
On peace and joy;
Discover good fortune
~~~~~~~~~
Here's to joy
Let peace attend;
Abundance stays
~~~~~~~~~
Yu Sheng feast
Shouts of joy;
Fortune galore
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
23 February 2015
Singapore
A bright glowing moon reflects upon the forest..
Mysterious is the night..
Sights and sounds dominate..
Natural beauty..
Speaks..
Many volumes..
Through the luscious greenery..
Crickets singing to their tune..
An owl chimes in with hooting..
Wolves joined together..
Howling at the moon..
Through the music of the night..
There lies an abundance of serenity..
The glory of nature..
Stillness of the night
Installs a calming oasis..
Found inner peace ..
Tranquil moments of bliss
Our gift from Mother Nature..
Wrecks homes and family disaggregates
Annihilates lives and dreams stalks
Ruins souls and number of orphans aggrandizes
Promotes stability and quietude installs
Enhances joy and anxiety abolishes
Amplifies wishes and creation procreates
Corroborates love and hush authenticates
Epitomizes harmony and cooperation eases.
When blind dreams come true, I see the purpose of the past
Its coming back to get me back to what it was,
So unthinkable in general, so depressing on the deep inside
Why don’t you leave me to what I am, give me one more chance
To live the life I wanted badly before you stepped on it
I’ve got enough of what you gave me before I understood who you are
Your presence is killing me by just making me want more
I don’t pretend to be talking what I think, this is real and I mean it.
I can’t refuse… I am in control now
I want more, I can’t resist the flames touching the tips of my cold toes
The big wave hitting my whole body with eager to be back
To be the girl I always wanted to be when I watched them
Who showed me the wrong way, but made me fall in love with them.
The permanent feeling inside is stuck with all its roots grown into my mind
My mind, which was so fragile to think of life, that I don’t want now
But its too late, it haunts me too death of my mind
Its roots are too used to the pressure and love it tries to leave on me
I know, I can, but not anymore the way it installs the slide show
Yes there is a point, and I am writing it, it is set now, it might not be,
It has the wires I am not capable of supporting with my system
The acid it remains on my shoulders, seem so small, but so heavy
Killing me from the inside but still giving me the opportunity to breath
I asked for it, I’ll live with it, I wont forget, I will regret, I won’t forgive.
Camille Desmoulins was a poet at the time of the French Revolution,
his enthusiastic speeches were practically the trigger for
the inspiring Revolution of other revolutions ... he acted together
to his inseparable friend DANTON in l789:
Every revolution has its day,
every change has its time,
the eld leaves, it has to follow ...
the new always arrives and
installs ... the eld leaves for
its reality, faces the truth
with sadness or gallantry, or
tranquility...
France, cradle of Enlightenment:
Liberté ... Egalité ... Fraternité ...
1789 will be remembered ever
not to forget ... a milestone
of universal history ... 1789 ...
a poet ... a speech ...
Stutterer from birth, Desmoulins
with his geue, his verve ... he preached,
he who had already screamed for
female vote before, preached
for the republic ...
at his side DANTON, companion
from other eras ... in ancient Greece,
prisca eras: Spartacus and his
faithful squire ... through the ages
always together, always companions.
In the passages, noble causes
defended ... came the revolution
in France ... the victory and the guillotine ...
Victory has been achieved, his head
beheaded ...
Today in the present life, Desmoulins
is a journalist in Rio de Janeiro,
Danton engineer in Sao Paulo ...
according to the spiritists ...
Desmoulins spoke and the Bastille
fell ... the king fell ... the republic
arrived in France ...
Today the fight is spiritual, it is for
aggrandizement, development
moral of the human being ... today the
mission is to instruct man to
divine truths, for progress
spiritual...
One day Camille said on occasion
before the scaffold:
EDAMUS ET BIBAMOS CRAS,
ENIN MORIEMUR ...!
PS sugestões Song
Caroline cherie Aznavour
https://youtu.be/lLZq4ZoF7qQ
As sun shines after
The stormy and rainy day
Faith installs again
Renewing again heart and soul
For a year with impetu
Nayda Ivette
12-27-2015
The formidable mountain of the undulating life,
needs to be climbed as the solemn summit calmly calls,
follow the undefined trail through the storm of strife.
Cross with devotion the designed gateways God installs,
and in His prescribed ordain repose your steadfast trust,
faith will show the path in the dark night of sordid squalls.
The turbulent ocean of the oscillating life in gruelling gust,
needs to be sailed serene, and the last anchorage found,
get guided by His omnipresent beacon with dedication just.
The dark alleys of suffering suffused with silence profound,
need to be lighted, and broken hearts recovered from abyss,
in the radiance of divine essence God’s grace will abound.
Floating on prayer hymn the journey isn’t construed amiss,
it takes life through the stillness of soul to the bay of bliss.
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February 6, 2021
Rhyme checked on RhymeZone
Contest : Heart Universes-Updated
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh
The exigent mountain in the tough terrain of life
needs to be climbed as the summit alluringly calls,
follow the undefined trail in surging storm of strife.
Cross with piety the divine gateways God installs,
in His designed ordain repose your steadfast trust,
faith will show the path in dark nights of squalls.
The turbulent ocean of rough life in tempestuous gust,
needs to be sailed serene, the last anchorage found,
get guided by His benign beacon with dedication just.
The tormenting alley of agony in darkness profound,
needs to be lighted, shreds of soul salvaged from abyss,
in the glow of divine essence God’s grace will abound.
The journey on the rhythm of prayer hymn is never amiss,
it takes life through the stillness of soul to the bay of bliss.
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July 21, 2022
Contest : Five Stanza Terza Rima
Sponsored by : L Milton Hankins
Brown brew cuppa gall:
Espresso insights;
Bitterness installs
A sanguine delight.
Blurry eyes twitch fast,
A profound instance;
Awareness can blast
That sleepy distance.
Awkward moments slide,
Blur wakefulness slings;
Consciousness abides
In caffeine brew sting.
Morning cuppa fix,
A moment aligns;
Whatever comes next
Awareness designs.
Morning sensations:
Blur swirling unease;
Coffee pulsations
To climax blunt ease.
Here's to the new dawn:
In brown brewing cup;
I sing to the morn
In fond caffeine rub.
Off to new madness
In conscious mind map;
Breeze into gladness
Ere energy sap!
Leon Enriquez
27 May 2015
Singapore
So swiftly our passage brief,
Our old house looks lonely sad;
Now like a stranger I grief
Upon the place once most glad.
Just way back when we lived here,
Yet now we know sad refrains;
There is a space for lost cheer
That struggles to come again.
New mail keeps trail to old place,
I spy that old window view;
Reminders of that old space
Where birdsong trance fondly cued.
My caretaker friend greets me,
Watch happy nostalgia free;
Coming back makes me cheery
Yet tinged with melancholy.
We chat and he tells me tales,
Updates with sanguine new bites;
Who's doing what as complaints wail,
We laugh upon silly swipes.
So much have changed since your time,
He tells me about his pains;
I hurl old reasons in rhyme,
Take it easy with disdain.
Indifference marks the mood,
Complaints seem mostly petty;
I try to make him see good,
Work to upkeep things calmly.
So from time to time I call,
Check upon his company;
Sit with tea as chat installs,
Fond laughter fits melody.
Here's to you my good old friend,
Who made things yet more breezy,
Then as Nicole Green felt grand
When simple life was easy.
The love we found in that house
Is more than enough for each;
Now here, I sit, stare and browse,
Visualise days wealthy rich.
The places we call home fill,
Linger in sweet memories;
We may leave them but still feel
Fond swirls and twirls tell stories.
Leon Enriquez
18 December 2014
Singapore
The land calls my name, deep inside the bowels
Working the strips of fabric that installs
Patience builds up where wind blows beyond time
Lips tell stories but won’t work in the rhyme
Severed is the black hair off her white skin
Opened her heart, the day’s cool air within
Leaves tumble and shake away from the trees
Clouds play their music with delicate ease
Liquefy my eyes, gone through broken glass
Sifting through the polished sand I won’t pass
First score comes in, playing my eyes digress
Lowered below feelings of some sundress
By love I sit with a stringed mandolin
And life strokes a chord of dandelion
Contest: Any Subject, Any Form - New Poems
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
11/12/2013
I cannot stand to have cats around me.
With their soft purring and coat so furry,
to most persons, they are warm and cuddly.
However, their presence installs a fear.
I don’t know exactly what I have here.
Those creatures also have sharp teeth and claws.
An early encounter may be the underlying cause.
November 3, 2012
For “What’s Your Fear” contest.
Once a smile installs
Again in your once sad face
Recreates a place
Like a heavenly surround
Bringing back the desired peace