Best Misalignment Poems
As along our long life journey we sail
We all do encounter belied expectations
Feeling of deep hurt results from betrayal
Our shrivelled heart writhing in contractions
The hurt needs healing so we go to a healer
Who examines blotches in our aura field
Looking grave is this wheeler dealer
As his magic wand he does wield
Half who visit healed, the others not
For he simply invokes the placebo effect
Opening up our mind beyond its fearful slots
The faith healer does nothing yet no one suspects
With this comic interlude over with let us examine
The root cause of our pain needing healing
We negate not potency of toxic poison
Simply look at origin of so feeling
The aspect of us hurt is our identity
Plunged into dark gloom owing to its loss
Recognising not that in world of ephemerality
Attachment to fleeting images of pain is the cause
In monk mode detached thus free from pain and sorrow
Lower mind vaporised, we abide in blissful joy
No expectations or desires for the morrow
Mind illumined we recognise ego ploys
Acceptance of others just as they are
Knowing that maya oft causes misalignment
Acts of others be as they may leaves then no scar
We empathise with one and all resting in blissful contentment
We then are our own best faith healer having faith in love divine
Offering no niche within for rancour to anchor onto our being
Knowing that in timeless time with love all souls will align
We nonchalantly breeze through life ever celebrating
29-November-2020
Gazing up into the sky
A falling star catches my eye
Surrounded by the brightest moon
A memory soon floods my head
Of all the things we left unsaid
Misalignment of the stars
Drown your sorrows in a bar
Lies, deception, I was weak
But you are hopeless. Never speak
What you seek you will not find
My heart was used but it's still kind
A constellation in my head
My feelings are just simply dead
Misaligned is all you'll be
The word is published the world will see
The voices echo in my head
as I lay her on my bed
No longer gazing at the stars
Your memories have left some scars
Fall from sky and fall from grace
Don't ever want to see your face
You are rotten to the core
Your soul is far worse than any whore
A galaxy of endless night
The stars some dead no longer bright
A shooting star blitzes by
Falls further from the sky
Falling, tumbling, hurtling down
Blinking, thinking of this clown
Gas, dust, dark matter
Like fools who bleat with endless chatter
Time slips away
In a brisk flow,
Ooze of nine days
Where writes don't show.
A spinal pain
From a wound old,
Comes yet again
As hurt unfolds.
A pain so deep
As backache sheers,
To disturb sleep
In moments clear.
A fatal step
In awkward turn,
Can set pain trap
In jerky churn.
So much pain hurls
In spinal cord,
A stabbing curl
In sure record.
TCM touch
Has brought healing,
Body as such
With heart willing.
The cure is slow
As trunk repairs,
Day by day grow
A health gains flair.
Time wears a poise
Where mind finds peace,
By profound choice
A new-found ease.
Words now come round
To tell most brief,
Healing now grounds
A silent grief.
Pain travels well
In body whole,
For hurts can tell
Of spacious soul.
Here by this chair
In posture firm,
I sit with flair
As words affirm.
Leon Enriquez
14 October 2018
Singapore
(Note: TCM means Traditional Chinese Medicine
which includes acupuncture, heat treatment, and
bone-setting alignment, as well as herbal medicine
and herbal plaster to alleviate pain and enhance
healing of body injury such as spinal bone and
muscle or ligament injury or misalignment.)
Existential fear abandoned for the sake of delusion
Nuclear freeze in her heart of alchemy’s shivers
Veiled shadows dancing to the echo of silence
Intemperance sounding choral confusion of fate
Rosemary scents a bunch of renegade petals
On her journey of lone pipers on terminal bugles
Never one to retreat into apathy she shouts
Mere prophesies into winds of desperate change
Egos will shatter when the last call fades into
No man’s shelter from the trap of human demise
To listen to her mute call is too dark to resist
Entropy swishes one more throw of loaded dice
Nirvana beckons at the gate of heavenly doubt
Virulent resistance comes to the court of justice
In naked despair Rosemary gathers seedlings of hope
Revolves one penultimate time on an axis of evil
Onto pyres of satanic temptation led by the snake
Nemesis confronts agonists and die-hard villains
Mutates mutiny’s prayers into eternity’s pleas
Endless contortions spin the world as we know it
Nefarious quietude rises to a challenging saviour
Thor the God of Thunder loses patience and weeps …
Encores
nibble
violet
incandescence
roasting
onslaughts’
negation
Meander
eternity’s
novel
transmission
Eureka
Naysayers
Vanquish
Irretrievable
Revulsion
Obliterate
Nebulous
Misalignment
Expunge
Noxious
Terror
19th November 2019
The tribulation of women under men
Had a start and will have an end,
Says the millennia old book of books.
It will end by divine intervention!
The book tells of a blessed start of man,
Living in an earthly paradise,
Living unclad like the other creatures,
The cows, the whales, insects and all.
Their maker made them a seminal pair
That would gradually fill the Earth,
Enveloped in harmony
And marital bliss for all couples.
The book says that God loves freedom,...
That he calls transgressors to account,...
That all his children have a duty to obey
And if they err to bear the consequences.
Eve and Adam went astray
Because they were intoxicated by freedom.
They ate food to vomiting point,
After being misled by an older brother.
The book says that God made no bones about
A new trajectory for the woman:
"The man is going to dominate you."
Genesis chapter three verse sixteen.
As in heaven also upon Earth
God has some disobedient children,
Fleshly and spirit, who must account
And none of them can escape his justice.
Meantime "Your man will dominate you"
Still holds, and our older brothers
Are causing women a lot of suffering,
Added to women's own misalignment.
What's the hope for women now?
Genesis three verse fifteen says
The older brother will be bruised in the head,
Not by God but by his agent.
That agent would've demonstrated
To younger ones of the family
How to show deference to the father.
Women who follow that one are blessed.
This then is the divine intervention
That will end gender based violence
Permanently on all the planet -
A feat men only pay lip service to! one
What will we do, when we run out of time
Knock of death on our door, the final chime
Which emotion flows through dying sinews
Knowing that the next breath may not renew
Regret or remorse or bliss throb sublime
Misalignment with love, our only crime
Devoid of love, we wallow in the grime
Dying now and yet mired in ego glue
What will we do?
Pretended emotions, which we did mime
All futile now, not even worth a dime
How we wish, we could begin life anew
Too late to undo, the poison we spewed
When through Gods eyes we review, our lifetime
What will we do?
09-February-2021
shifting sands of time, highlighted by desires that chime
have manifested reincarnated forms for my delight
foiled by egos misalignment with divine sublime
myriad hypnotic illusions became my plight
as blurred horizons kept shifting out of my reach
so I took the easy path, knowing not wrong from right
finally exhausted thus in cyclic joy and pain, God I did beseech
He quickly hastened to respond, to lessen my deep grief
‘love alone real, go in, within, I Am in easy reach’
this telepathic message changed my belief
internalising attention, void of silence my meditation
blissful tranquil calm enveloped mind body, providing relief
fulcrum shift within, joyous bliss elation became my orientation
wherein as eye of the storm, I remained poised in stillness
time stretched continuum of divine vivified cessation
separateness shifting to interconnectedness
forest of my dreams became a symphony of colour
layer by layer deepening connectedness with That oneness
fear laced desires and questions ceased, as I became the answer
requiring hereinafter, now and for all eternity, save God, no translator
13-April-2021
In the forest of my dreams poetry contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
though thine wife gladly
(and long time ago)
verily swept passed
her final child bearing year
this house broken husband
genuinely hankers to father
(yes sire re:to set sea men
"NOT FAKE," nor NONGMO
free and reduced)
and longingly participate
in parenthood again
donning baby proof couture wear
analogous (as aye imagine dragons
fire breathing worth tolerating),
those who fervently veer
yearning to undergo
sex reassignment surgery (SRS)
with unintentional surgeon's delicate tear
aye thru thoroughly anesthetized flesh,
(especially genitals under going
transformational substantial removal
via said - bravely bite ting the bullet -
sharp pinching shear)
contemplating, formulating, issuing
personal specifications to cutting crew
validating, testifying recapping re: questing
genitals do not reappear
since significant surgery purport, some hetero
sexual person might coon sitter *****
yet no doubt a homosexual
and/or lesbian would ap pear
to understand completely if he/she
didst unwittingly accidentally overhear
confidential conversation,
yet warmly reassured the speaker,
they did not intend to get near
enough to glean enough information
that said transexual could reduce wardrobe
with women and/or menswear
and this once distraught,
distressed, and distributed
without willingness unfairly
fated to live stemmed,
undoubtedly wrought from sexual misalignment,
would post surgery
hover off the ground and modestly
swagger off into the sunset
(this scenario projection strictly of mine)
anyway he/she could map out in one direction
destiny describing,
an upswinging trajectory linear
once future freed where gender now nsync
???????
with physical gonadal accouterment
unconcerned if urge arises
to swivel derriere with flare.
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Both heaven and hell are within
Misalignment from love, our sin
Soul stains cleansed, if we be but still
Christ-flame glows in heart, go therein
As we surrender to His will
Voids within form begin to fill
We cognise the soundless thunder
As God does, love and light instil
Beyond mind, we behold wonder
Divine embrace, none asunder
All we do, is simply allow
Benign bliss burn, it’s touch tender
Bow then oh hermit, bow down low
Meld head with heart, soft and mellow
Clear light dawns and the path is clear
In stillness, scent of love follow
05-June-2022
Serenity; not past ferality
Non-judging eye view, geniality
Love misconstrued for lust, misalignment
Yesteryears, instinct was our sentiment
Presence smiles today in tranquility
Life flow, a flux of continuity
Images of past, consigned to memory
Here and now, free of ego sediment
Serenity
Free spirit, immune from fatality
Over time, sheds delusionality
In time reclaims, our native element
Electrified thus by the joy current
Our ascension slow but a certainty
Serenity
15-January-2021
Watered down juice poetry contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
look not outwards, oh hermit!
for I Am within, judging neither fault nor merit!
you can do no wrong!
come! let us sing the love song!
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As one with oneness
Never ever separated
Pulsating with joy
In unending renewal
Climax unending
Bliss ineffable
In rapturous singularity
We are complete
With God one
Nothing to be done
Samadhi
In continuity
God wishing that we
Become as He
Immerses us in duality
To face adversity
By being veiled
Which is the same
As shrouded in darkness
Cloaked by limitation
Of time, space & wisdom
Doing so with this assurance
That He will be with us within
As our conscience
The sublime radiance of God
Shines in beauteous hues of love
Prismatically coloured
As bubbling joy
Impetuous empathy
All encompassing compassion
Bliss ignition in continuity
Encased in the vibrant void
Of pristine purity
All holographically present
In all sentient beings
As His essence
It is easy to see
That nothing need be done
For we are already
With God one
Yet since we are bound
Required to strive
To garner experience
Feel pain of separation
Before delighting in union
Love in love with love
Pining for itself
We are granted free will
Free will a boon
Soon becomes bane
Since freedom to choose
As co-creator of life
What is our excuse
If engaging in strife
Having forgotten our origin
We seek expansion
In the narrow domain
Of ego cravings
Holistic view, no judgment
Delusion is but misalignment
The void of silence
Which is our home
Wherefrom we arose
We go in there
After exhausting ourselves
In the external world
Of fleeting illusions
Dark fears
Unending desires
Thus in stillness
We reclaim our divinity
Felt as blissful serenity
The way to begin
Is to cease grasping
Quit stagnating
Desist from attachment
By simply flowing
In gentleness
Listening to the voice
Of our conscience
Which is God Himself
Waiting within
For us
To awake
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The quietus
Without hiatus
touch most intimate
ignition immediate
in stillness sedate
04-December-2020
Inbuilt bias, embedded deep within
Roots in mind body association
Manifesting as our reflex response
Feral urge, we later look at askance
Mere misalignment needing correction
Head above, being ego thought station
Seeks for our identity, expansion
Dwelling in dark dungeons of decadence
Inbuilt bias
Here and now, to abide in elation
Head and heart align, in divine union
Love alone remains, our playful parlance
Resonating with voice of our conscience
Flame of truth, destroys by an explosion
Inbuilt bias
17-January-2021
We all seek joy, yet man for most part weeps
Cause of our suffering, misalignment
Fallen from grace, the rot has sunk in deep
Hearts love beckons but we take not the leap
Fearing to dissolve in the bliss current
We all seek joy, yet man for most part weeps
Divine embrace priceless, by mind made cheap
We strive and struggle, only to lament
Fallen from grace, the rot has sunk in deep
Bag of fears and desires, now a big heap
Burdened under the weight of attachment
We all seek joy, yet man for most part weeps
If we but pause and into our heart peep
We may imbibe bliss without abatement
Fallen from grace, the rot has sunk in deep
Simply by letting go, love within seeps
Revealing our soul, self-luminescent
We all seek joy, yet man for most part weeps
Fallen from grace, the rot has sunk in deep
12-April-2021
(syllabic villanelle)
A major world problem poetry contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
Death appeared in our relationship
The misappropriation of love was the cause
Someone I loved was drenched in solitude
We never really knew that both of us
Shoved each other away with misalignment!
Now we know that every action is important
We said things that was unnecessary
And before we knew it, it was too late!
We still don’t have the full picture
You only came to me twice
And I guess that is the reason we paid a price of misfiring
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
employee stealing
became known to employer
so he told him with loving feeling
take a salary raise and correct behaviour
we are unbound spirit not ego caricature
so called sin merely misalignment
in time all souls do mature
imbibing love current
18-January-2021