Best Quartets Poems
Walk through the maze in cryptic lines,
Heed tensile will in odd strange words;
Attend the craze where thoughts incline,
Bear scraps of meals in echoes heard.
All in sure time the vital space,
Garden to play with childhood dreams;
Innocence rhymes in frolic's face,
Unfurl harsh ways in shady themes.
Here in these woods know lost and found,
The broken means in weary dust;
Pain answers good in dreary grounds,
Confused the scene in patchwork trust.
Evolve in parts the jigsaw strange,
Raw edges hurt in form and fire;
Gone are the hearts that die deranged,
Dust follows dirt in sad attire.
All out of sync these pictures odd,
No one can tell reason to fit;
Nonsense can link a logic sought,
Yet no one dwells to final fit.
Too much the pains of constant wear,
Harsh times speak out to stir old wounds;
Salt on cuts stain that pain that tears,
The crushing shouts in the last noon.
To be or not is all in vain,
The story runs in circles round;
Sense is forgot in acid rain,
No wit or pun can alter grounds.
Meaning beyond sense attempts meaning,
Corrupt this world that clings to dust;
Yet style pretence in blurry things,
Sight in a swirl still apes bleak trust.
Here lost is found in ancient grounds
No need to reach for unknown highs;
Cryptic feels sound where light sifts round,
Sense time to ditch those frightful sighs.
Leon Enriquez
06 May 2015
Singapore
We sing a song of Easter praise
in Hallelujahs raised,
of thankfulness for grace-filled days
with lifted hands,always.
We witness today,His good news
on a tree,slain for us,
rememberance of His stripes and pain
in that death,we live again.
A Comforter,for one and all
empowers,if we call,
close by,at hand,within us now
as,in worship,we bow.
Far and wide,these truths we forthtell
in our joyful hallel,
these songs of Easter praise now heard,
we tell the Gospel word.
Live it in its fullness
Taste it in its breath
See it in a circle
But defy paralysis.
Known it in its glory
Feel it in its rush
Hold it in your palm
Every slightly much.
Gel with all its zen
Flow with currents strong
Hear the million voices
Dancing to its song.
Burn beneath its fire
Ride above its rage
Sprint strong to the finish
Never fade away.
a poem
of memory
meditations
of
meaning
&
value
on time
universe
the eternal
divine
four
elements
seasons
weaving
wondering
yet
synthesised
affirmation
intercession
time
in conception
of still
points
continuity
of life
in death
hope
revealed
eternity ahead
redeemed
by sacrificial
love
comprehensions
explorations
of the
mystical
within
becoming
without
echoed &
echoed
again
each
venture
a
new
beginning
time present
time past
the still point
of a turning world
time before
& time
after
time&
time
again
into
the dark
waiting
without
love
as we
grow older
love
is nearly
itself
the smell
of grapes
sea voices
autumn flowers
moments of happiness
motionless
people change
content at last
the soul's
say quiver
in a timeless
moment
the uncertain
hour
a cause of wonder
becomes
complete
all is well
simplicity
now
here
always
(BN)
to what purpose
this heart of light
still moving
before time
and
after
empty of meaning
in a turning world
bereft
of sunlight
(EC)
a time for building
where
poetry does not matter
a distant
panorama
an echoed
ecstasy
a different
kind of
failure
inarticulate
in
empty
desolation
(TDS)
almost forgotten
many voices
the emotionless
unchanging
where agony
abides
still
unopened:
this sphere
of being
unattended
out of time
(LG)
a transitory
blossom
in place & time
hope&despair
half recalled
of little
importance
died
forgotten
every phrase
a pattern
in
a
knot
of
fire