Best Primes Poems
A twinkle in her eyes tonight
evokes the thought that they invite,
though I recall, not long ago
my absence seemed more apropos.
The laughs that linger on her lips
bare more than many verbal slips -
the times they pierced me, sad and grim,
lie in the past, though far from dim.
She flayed me once... nay, more than twice,
she flayed me both with flames and ice,
and once again, predictably,
she primes me for catastrophe.
Our friends and foes naively watch
her try to carve a deeper notch,
for even they don't seem to know
the depths to which she'd really go.
Upon my face a pose appears
which hides my thoughts, obscures my sneers,
for now I too have learned the rules
from her - ah, yes, the best of schools.
Because I'm acting somewhat cool,
thus pouring on her fires, fuel,
she burns and yearns and wants me more
than when I was her cuspidor.
She (unbeknownst, I'm not the same)
pursues again her guileful game.
But when her tears descend and swell,
will she be proud she taught me well?
The others leave, I stay behind
(they all know what she has in mind) ,
embrace her in my arms once more,
beguile her through her bedroom door.
She whispers secrets in my ear,
as I once did (she didn't hear);
I listen, flash some mirthless smiles,
my thoughts adrift to desert isles.
The night is passed, her trusting grows;
I leave before the morning glows.
Aroused, she'll seek a waking thrill
but find instead a dollar bill.
Like springtime, I am waiting to emerge
From winter's grip of frozen baronness
I long for sunshine once again to urge
The buds that lie within to their fullness
And He possesses all the strength I need
To bring forth blooms and nurture them to grow
His mercy primes and germinates the seed
Transfusing me with His life giving flow
He's washed me more completely than a flood
Then lifted me to peaks I could not climb
The awesome shedding of His precious blood
Has purchased my redemption for all time
In Him I find essential elements
That does supply my every living breath
For that, I owe Him highest reverence
Each moment of my life, and into death
(This is a re-post)
Chart your firm cause with heart that knows,
Align your heart with mind set free;
Use primal force to set the show,
Soar as you start to truly see;
Explore the way that seeds fond space.
Affluent with peace that lovely call,
Nurture each day the dream you trace;
Deed follows ease in rise and fall.
Express the thrill of wonder here,
Finesse knows best the surge of joy;
Free will can seal the pulse of cheer,
Embrace deep zest that primes bold ploys;
Charm firms fond say as moments sum,
Touch frames the sway of grand outcomes.
Leon Enriquez
12 September 2015
Singapore
If I were a bird love would be my wings
My flock would be of hip hop
Allow me to cruise sky blue white streams
Without fear of flying treetops
And oh the blackbird songs I prophetically sing
Would I sing just as lovers do
Mating season is never in winter time
Yet frostbitten love warms a fool
Romantic rendezvous red as fine wine
Love peaks primes we win and lose
If I was a cave would you explore
All my dark places to find peace
Would you have amber hope for
Love inside of both of us deep
What do you dream of amour
If I was a dream I would be odd
Feverish romantic and enchanting
I would feel like holy love of God
With all souls delighted dancing
We would see the heavens and stars
Alas I am but a human poet
Using my heart as a green vase
If I didn’t say would you know it
Love is my garden and faith
plants the seeds of eternity hope is.
a sugar maple leaf slips free
counting toward One proof
the Seven Mysteries
God, I count prime gaps
I watch prime numbers growing
only primes orbit
a rule sends one step
loops return periods double
recursion counts One
an iteration
within fluid smoothness frays
water turns inward
can you see the curve
study elliptic rank shifts
findings test the rank
questions spiral out
unknown patterns circle back
pi bends into sight
a proof can be checked
still search cannot prove it now
checking outruns search
every loop turns east
the count folds back into form
through form, God's Haiku
the sugar-maple leaf settles on frost
children of the corn start to awaken
2, like all primes, fascinates
2^3, it seems, comes to eight
3, the next prime right in line,
3^2 [2 primes] = nine,
^2: Exponentiated,
x3: multiplicated.
Still it's 9?vindicated
Don’t take life too seriously
There really is no point
Running around ridiculously
To yourself you’ll disappoint
We are all just grains of sand in the hourglass of time
Our lives are all a song like a wind blowing through a chime
Days, nights, weeks, years all will come and go
Constantly moving forward, never will it slow
But some people view the race of life as a competition
To be better than all the rest is their only mission
But at the end of our lives nothing really matters
Except for the fun that we had and the happiness we’ve gathered
So do not worry and just relax
Take the weight of the world from off your backs
Go smile, laugh, and have fun instead
Let good warm thoughts fill your head
Do not be hard upon yourself
Do not worry about health or wealth
We all finish life at different times
Having different stories and different primes
Do not let anything hold you back
Do not let your world go black
Without being content with your life
Be happy and don’t give into strife
Don’t take life too seriously
There really is no point
Running around ridiculously
To yourself you’ll disappoint
Upon these humid shores,
Mosquitoes now bite more;
Dread and fever seek shores
As disease moot galore.
Stray echoes tell odd tales,
Reason sighs sans avail;
Logic primes visual sales
As fatal signs prevail.
Humid heat makes clusters,
Bites no laughing matter;
Jest will not sequester
The dengue molester!
Leon Enriquez
21 September 2017
Singapore
Pleasure primes pain,
Wit wonders why?
Glimpse gutsy gain,
Style sanguine sigh.
Fancy feels faint,
Big blossoms bulge;
***** questions quaint,
Ideas indulge.
Prompt payment plays,
Ask apt award;
Death delays day,
Reap real reward.
Action aids arm,
Buzzy blooms bounce;
Cherry cheeks charm,
Pretty play pounce.
Wanting woos wealth,
Migraine mulls meet;
Hurts hurling health,
Gloomy groans greet.
Desire dreams day,
Big blossoms beam;
Pure passion plays,
Dear dancing dream.
Sense sensuous surge,
Bright bearings boom;
Play plunders purge,
Greet glory gloom.
Bright blooming book.
Charm creams cherry;
Lasting lines look,
Love leaps lovely.
Soar sweet stanza,
Choice charms charade;
Apt agenda,
Poise primes parade.
Grab grouchy gaze,
Loss litters lull;
Doom defers daze,
Moments mimes mull.
Dare describe deuce,
Loose lines lessons;
Meet mindful muse,
Words weave weapons.
Leon Enriquez
29 Apr 2014
Singapore
The Prospector:
He packs his tack in a great canvas sack
And then drives away in his car.
Nobody cries as they wave their goodbyes;
They will await his return from afar.
When he reaches the track he will find his way back
With his GPS tuned to a star.
The stories are told how he travels the road
With constant anticipation,
He ignores the snakes as he hammers in stakes,
On the boundary of his location
This man has gone bush, and he shows no rush
To return to civilization.
This modern-gold seeker, with a stick and a beeper
That creates echoes to his ears from the ground.
On his own, he unpacks his gear from his sacks,
He’s left family and friends in the town.
Now the bush replaces their loving embraces
With an encompassing sky and a peaceful surround.
The look on his face shows nary a trace
Of emotion as he unpacks his gear.
He sets up his camp, and primes his lamp,
Lights fire, and watches a dingo draw near.
Staring into the embers, he starts to remember
Other campsites like the one he has here.
He wakes in the morning, stretching and yawning
As he extracts his bones from the ground.
His muscles will strengthen as the days lengthen
While he walks the grid; listening to sounds.
Bright are his eyes, as he unearths the prize
His detector, signals it there to be found.
When his eyes behold the nugget of gold
As he digs in the earth for this prize
They sparkle and shine as he takes out his twine,
Knotted, for measurement of size.
The tail of his shirt removes unwanted dirt
And hessian covers rock from prying eyes
As he looks to the ground; there is more to be found!
Shards that catch the bright setting sun.
He puts some in a pot, then marks this fine spot,
So he can find it again when he’s done.
For the task of recording his find in the morning,
He must leave; he feels he should run.
From the past he has learned, he knows he’ll return
After the assayer sees what's in his sack.
There is quiet celebration, with this revelation
As he phones his partner to say she should pack.
They both go to sign on the dotted line,
Then together they travel the track back.
Wordancer
WHITE SHADOW
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Cornered in opalescence
No walls to be found
The abyss its residence
The address unknown
Its countenance clear
As frozen solid stone
Collaged in aqueous blue
Painted misty gray
Its irridescence seen
But presence unseen
Epitomizes the trace
Of a fallible illusion
Portray as fumes of
Charcoal colored flames
Steams of vaporous smoke
Swim the swarms of air
Bounding deep its breaths
Breaded by the blare
Of pugnacious myriads of pawns
Barricading the breeze
As brooms' brushes to dust
Swept in swift and soft
Reversal rhythmic rush
Pieces' plethoras ensnared
By touching tips of the hay
Collected quick, no care
Absent a tic's delay
A patent feather has found
Its primmest of places
As paupers planted in pits
In primes of penurious spaces
This putrid particle puffs
Within subsisting liquid
As pints of pluvial drops
Descend devoid of sound
Upon the grazes of glitch
Within the greenest of grasses
A flood of footsteps fringe
Upon the ears of deafened ground
Each heels howls its horns
But gravel hears no sound
Ignites the morning spark
As gently candle lit flames
A sightless, sceneless spurt
Illumined just the same
~Poetra Jah~
Purpose plays pun
Arc aids alarm
Now nothing numbs
Decide deft ditch
Odd old outreach
Rich rustic raid
Aid arms afraid
Churn charming cheer
Honour host here
Attend aware
Restore ride rare
Apply and aid
Desire drops dead
Embrace empty
Sense sad story
Pleasure primes plot
See stylish slot
Yield yonder yoke
Choose charming choke
Health heaps honey
Endings easy
Calm clever choice
Heavy hearts hoist
Appoint apt art
Roomy retard
Mull million makes
Suffer sweep stakes
Nowhere near now
Aid and avow
Indulge ingrate
Verse voice vibrates
Embrace endow
Mind moves matter
Ask apt answer
Now not never
Keep knocking kind
Itch inks incline
Note nice niche near
Dance doubting dear
Healing hurts here
Explore extend
Real roasting rears
Encroach expanse
Leon Enriquez
09 Apr 2014
Singapore
(Note: This is an Acrostic poem with Alliteration.)
For forty six years now we've shared our home,
but for only the first months together alone,
moved into our own place the day we were wed,
and for forty six years we've both shared the same bed.
Though forever together and loving our life
we are never alone just as husband and wife,
except when on holidays in later times
when kids wouldn’t travel with us in our primes.
As well as our children, with one still at home,
we’ve opened our door to others that roam
away from their parents as their lives went wrong,
as their Auntie and Uncle they joined in our throng.
Our son moved his girlfriend into our place
they then spent a year looking for their own space,
but at last they have found it, we’re happy to see,
so in less than a week from our kids we’ll be free.
You can’t imagine the peace that will give us at last
relief from the chaos we’ve lived in the past,
although life’s been fun, and we think just the best,
I think that at last we’re deserving a rest.
So roll on the weekend, we’ll help with the move,
we’ve survived all the trauma and now we can prove
that retirement’s now starting to live just as two
as in our first married months we were able to do.
So think all you youngsters when just starting out
have your kids early and then kick them out,
with the children and grandkids I’m sure you’ll acquire
to be home alone one day……..I’m sure you’ll desire!
Ivor G Davies
Pleasure primes play
Rapture reaps rays
Etch each endear
Charm chisels cheer
Imp inks ideas
Odd opts obscure
Use unfurls urge
Soul sees swift surge
Mind moves motions
Oomph oils options
Move mindful match
Ends endow etch
Niche nurtures nice
Touch tickles twice
Sense sweet surprise
Prove primal prize
Offer one opt
True talent tops
Note neither nor
One on one oar
Troubles tell toils
Etch end envoi
Leon Enriquez
21 January 2015
Singapore
Their fiery blossoms swayed against the sky
In breezy weather and Mama and I
played games, describing how
the long, gold-tipped pistils wrote,
on air, sweeping pollen poems.
No eye that saw could help but read.
Their blooms were red against the green,
And in the early morning wet we deemed
We saw the blood of homegrown heroes,
Who died for duty, deftly limned ---
Dreams to occupy two minds
That loved the moves, in wind,
Of red hibiscus past their primes.