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Premium Member Four Quartets

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

Premium Member Quartets For Easter

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.

Quartets On Life

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.


Premium Member Contemplations On Four Quartets

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

Premium Member 4 Quartets a Tribute

(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

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