Best Lakeside Poems
Who is feeding here, beside the lake, bare of grasses,
stony ground, surrendered to thirst at golden dawn?
The lady at lake’s edge, washes no clothes, bares
no feet, lifts no arms, surrenders to the beholden dawn.
The child of the lake plunges into sand, bares to the bone,
chases ducks and surrenders to mom to awaken dawn.
The man of the lake offers his arm to the catch, bares
his blade, lifts his arms, surrenders to forsaken dawn.
The family of the lake, eats in silence, table now bare
offers silent thanks, surrenders peace since taken dawn.
Go we must, to find our own base self, bared before God,
surrendering to hunger, tested by the trodden dawn.
The lake is always waiting, reeds rising, fish swimming, bare
to visitors after dark, surrendering, soon a broaden dawn.
THE SOUND
(Lakeside Park – Denver - 1947)
number 5 pulls up
they pour out the trolley doors
entry all ablaze
that distant sound excitement!
eyes closed big smile what heaven!
i’m remembering
harry james in the ballroom
his flashing trumpet
the flight of the bumblebee
how the white coaster frame shook
dissonance
blaring semis
oil smoke
where once stood
that gay old carousel
Dave Austin
My heart is swelling in my throat
Candid emotions trespassing this note...
Love is the only cure to my heart
A cloud of fire depicting my past
Now that you have finally arrived,
trust and care would dwell inside.
My eternal lover we are not born to die...till we meet by the lakeside.
.......
Rusted mountain twins
Emeralds float on glass sheet
Smoky smudge of trees
Here by this lake, the willows weep;
Dawn light awakes from deep dark sleep.
Pagodas stand: twin radiant calm;
See bridge arch trend with distant palms.
The waters flow in slow cascade;
Sense a bright glow in fluid parade.
Picturesque view of small boats far;
Diverts my que from thoughts ajar.
The cast of light upon the lake
Now floods my sight with a new take.
Our moments here in strange tour west
Springs inner cheer that builds fond zest.
Sometimes a scene plays with sure heart
An unknown win that sparkles start.
These weeping vines that willows hang
In sad incline wring sorrow's pangs.
By lakeside verge, a thought finds me
Words that emerge to hurl and be.
Leon Enriquez
23 Mar 2014
Singapore
dim clouds drift-
through a lavender sky
full moon floats-
in the deepening shade
as silvery stars-
appear with a sigh
like shimmering tears-
for a loon serenade.
Lured to the moon-splashed ledge by silver streaks
of valorous fish leapt to trace the slow sloped
parabola of atmosphere, I reach
the liquid and let the curious crests grope
my naked feet, muddied from midday rain
still gathered on the trail leading back home
in puddles held by a void. A distant train
lumbering, I hear the Earth’s quiet sigh, a groan
of age burdened by youth, a mother’s pain
to find her son swapped her Buick for shoes
and dirty socks. The imprint of heavy tread
traces the path to sleep the woken refuse,
where I’ve chosen to crush the tin-can instead.
The light on the train through a strengthening shower.
In the evening breeze, cool and soothing
Waves rolling and calling
And the birds chirping and tweeting
I make my forever dreams
Coined out of a memoir of days forgone
Far beyond the yellow horizon
In the hazy light of the setting sun
Dreams of days to come cross my mind
And I close my eyes in wishful thoughts.
Times will come when I will dream no more
So now that I got the time
Let me dream and dream again
Of better times and lovely days
When fear and anxiety reign no more
And laughter be the daily norm
Then, only then, will I dream no more.
But,
While all above are hallucinations big,
May I dream and never stop.
For the lake knows not my heavy heart,
Though it lulls the hurt within
And heals the wounds so deep
And so by the lakeside I make my dreams
And to nature submit my hopes.
Because,
To dream, I will dream and wish
The golden coat in the sky
Turned the rest so dark
When reflected in the water
The lake was ignited with sparks.
Within the magical shades,
The brightest shining object
Started Immerging slowly,
And gave an eye enchanting effect.
Light was diminishing
The trees turned into shadows
A cool breeze started from the lake
Doves disappeared from the meadow.
Chirping of the returning birds
Announced the end of the day,
To bring another morning,
The sun had to set today.
By this lake
A calm take
Note the feel
How time heals
Joy feels fond
Glad thoughts spawn
You and I
Touch the sky
Love and live
Touch and give
Cheer comes first
In sure burst
Feel bold feel
Know love's will
In good time
All things rhyme
Love moves play
Seize this day
By these shoppes
Dare bold hop
Writes move lines
Words flood fine
Leon Enriquez
06 January 2016
Singapore
The lake has its own orchestrated acoustics.
The quaking of oboes and the bassoon-ing honks
of a skein of geese
conduct a loosely scored morning air.
Rustling reeds chime in fluted stems,
a wind section throats through its hollow notes,
and then there is you.
you who hesitantly strum
within each lip-breathing earshot
nevertheless
your strings are tuned high
to the vibrating moment.
All this ‘a cappella’ is inside you now
like a chick cracking though its own eggshell.
You look around your shoulders
searching for the composer
see nothing, only a naught that imagines
paused fingertips above a keyboard.
Will you sing now or depart unfinished?
The ensemble of the assembled
has left.
You can try again
when your inner metronome
is less bolted to its mechanical tongue,
but for a time
harmony nest elsewhere.
slow moving ripples
trees wrapped around waters edge
calming lakeside view
4-17-2018
guitar in your arms
taken to heart
troubadour tempest of free form poetics
playing your part
talk in your sleep
dreams come untrue
mastering mystery-charm for the masses
acting on cue
mistrust in your eyes
callers on hold
awaiting without a clue at the reason
centuries old
guitar in your arms
turn and depart
maverick songs in the voice of a martyr
playing your part
Picture # 4 used as inspiration
At our lakeside cottage where we have pottage at night
When autumn comes and russet mums' blossoms daze
Go to bed early, nothing to dread and wake by sun's light
As the sun sets there's no regrets just joy at summer's end
Fall wears her gown, her trees a crown as sun sends angular rays
All of those glorious colors and arboreous reflections seem to blend
Upon the lake beside our cottage , no place we've tried above it does rise
Our golden lab lying asleep, as nights slowly creep upon days
We peacefully rest, and feel so blessed as sleep softly creeps with surprise
Yesterday was NOT like all other days, it was special
Spent early morning lakeside watching nature's spectacle
Wild life before man's intervention
A quiet scene beyond description
Of peace and harmony, life's lofty peak, it's pinnacle