Best Rote Poems

Dawn slowly awakened to supplant the moon
Empty, the canopy where stars had been strewn
   In repose, Luna slept after wandering velvet skies
 ...

Read more of this work...

Soul Travel

To travel amidst the evening stars
Forever mesmerized by their light...
As visions enter my sleepy head
I marvel my interstellar flight.

The universe is mine to explore
In...

Read more of this work...

How populated this lonely world often feels
with so much warm flesh living cold and stony.
Some days, we ache for someone to hold us,
smile into our...

Read more of this work...

Gold Fever 

History will not record the bloated weight
Of this pious and bigoted race 
Or count the fat and flaccid wealth
Of religions idolatry

Those pages have...

Read more of this work...

I know the land where the lemon trees flower.
Where bees are buzzing hour after hour.
And on the air a sweet scent floats
With promise of fruits...

Read more of this work...

Thundering beats my heart along

As hooves upon the tundra wide
I rejoice at life, Its reveal inside
Repeat echo, of tales millennia told
Heart and sinew; my desires...

Read more of this work...

He went the way of a sickly pigeon,
and dropped his nasty load on religion.
The evil ones hailed him,
power they availed him,
which increased his vanity a...

Read more of this work...

Every one’s got an opinion
We are entitled to our views
But, we won’t all agree the 
Difference often times are 
Huge
Somehow the simpler the 
Problem harder...

Read more of this work...

I. The Love of Minds

The volume on the desk,
The one not claimed by dust or burned
By light, will follow her to bed tonight.
Its pages will...

Read more of this work...

The knots have knots…God?
Threads of needing, want, desire;
passion spent on barren sod
left to burn on flaming pyre.

God, the knots have knots?
Nodes and nodules, full of...

Read more of this work...

~The Devil in a Bottle~

Waves or fears so thick you could feel them ripple up the stairs…
The screams the pleadings the sobs, 
We would chant...

Read more of this work...

"you don't need a weatherman...
to know which way the wind blows"
sayeth bob dylan's lyrics

all learn some innate knowledge
reasoning logic concepts
it is drawn upon at times

a...

Read more of this work...

Seeker seeks:
Places to visit,
Fragrant peaks;
Can wIt fit?


Query quotes:
Spaces to sojourn 
Random rote;
Can voice churn?


Charming writes:
Journey journal page,
Moments cite;
Can touch stage?




Leon Enriquez
29 September 2018
Singapore...

Read more of this work...

Bharathidasan’s “Pulikku nay enta muulai” (To the Tiger, the Dog knows no safe dwelling!) translated by T. Wignesan 

Bharathidasan (1891-1964) was a self-proclaimed disciple of...

Read more of this work...

Rote an esay
Cheked IT twise
Lot's a' mistakes
Graide not so nice...

I yused comas
Perfetley placed paws
"2 much incoheeseivenes"
I cant, brake up a, claws

Yused fulstops.
not tolong a .sentense
But...

Read more of this work...