Best Soma Poems
I swallow her bluest serenity whole
So she may return the favor,
In her consumption of my soul
My feelings I may waiver.
Give me my soma, you pretty young thing
So I can’t imagine the happiness you bring.
Then should your lips depart my direction,
I shall not regret exquisite perfection.
Let my dreams dissolve with numbing sleep
And dispense my blood of wonder,
For from my fears she’ll gently keep
The pain that would asunder.
Give me my soma, you pretty young thing
So I can’t imagine the happiness you bring.
Then should your lips depart my direction,
I shall not regret exquisite perfection.
And so our fleeting tryst must end
And fondness found thereof,
For she forbids to comprehend
A notion such as love.
Give me my soma, you pretty young thing
So I can’t imagine the happiness you bring.
Since your lips did depart my direction,
I cannot regret exquisite perfection.
*Image of Popular DJ Avicii (cutting himself & bled out)
AUDIO: from the film Gladiator, "Now We Are Free"
"Sometimes in life, we're just not cut out for it, hoping people see the point," by Poet
Soma Sonnet: Posthumous Soliloquy
As the blade search for the life of me,
The pain glides the blade with certainty,
Deeper the journey as my body writhe,
The agony lingers as I am denied relief,
~~now, let me be free
Thoughts mingle with the blood juice,
The wealth of data drowns and mutes,
Deliverer plunge to my conviction,
Released of a wretched disposition,
~~now, let me be free
Partakes in the realm of the soulless,
Contorted body claim to Earthiness,
Life teems, trilled sound, grassy green, central,
city's heart beats onward, minus a soul.
~~now, let me be free
Had all of it, all I forfeit, help me,
Your will is thy will now, let me be free
2022 August 17
Soma Sonnet: Posthumous Soliloquy
*1st Place*
Inner conflict
~~Unseeking Seeker: Judged 2022 August 20
*Image of The Politics of Abortion by NYT.
AUDIO: from the film O Brother, Where Art Thou? "Go To Sleep Little Baby"
Soma Sonnet: Abortion Trilogy
It is the right of every woman, or,
Is it the right of every woman, so,
Some folks fighting for life inside the core,
Others say the fight is more blow by blow.
~~go to sleep little maybe
The written trek crossed Egypt and the world,
Rome, Greece, Mesopotamia, and more,
Rice patties and bamboo trails that were pearled,
Procedures taught, too numerous the score.
~~go to sleep little maybe
Twas dark times, inbreeding made more childless,
crib death, world plagues, poverty, starved, and this,
matters of convenience act the mindless,
three tales, will we exist, it's hit or miss,
~~go to sleep little maybe
sad, mad, tis all topsy turvey they'd be,
Mom gots' to go, to sleep little maybe
2022 August 17
*Image of Family Focus by FOTF.
Soma Sonnet: Suicide Watch
The steaminess awkward away,
as summer writhe its day of me,
I risk a search that subs my plea,
lies atonement hopeful in play,
~~o save thy wretched soul.
Chains cross my path in front of me,
taxes wrongdoers pensive stalking,
post exhaustive heated walking,
a sign beach closed due to rough sea,
~~o save thy wretched soul.
A morning stalls a zenith Sun,
what life remains why do I hold,
ignored alerts are strong, be bold,
my worth value zero they've won,
~~o save thy wretched soul.
I launched drifting in seas control,
Art hast o save thy wretched soul.
2022 August 17: Created
Cryptic clear creed
Nice nouveau niche
Fashion fond form
Notice new norms
Prime pristine play
Sensuous set sway
Live lasting light
See splendid sights
Soma speaks sweet
Grandeur's grace greets
Timeless tales thrill
Free fragrant feel
Grief gathers grief
Bright blossoms brief
Sweet summer spends
Etch endows end
Miss moments mild
Winter works wild
Jumpstart just joy
Pluck piquant ploys
Set sure soma
Apt agenda
Charm cheery chase
Plot pretty pace
Touch tricky twist
Glimpse gracious gist
Note nature nice
Spread sober spice
Leon Enriquez
06 August 2015
Singapore
Drifting into a sea of calm
We’re poised in the void, thus
Inner sound current hums a psalm
Magnetism glistens on our palm
To shifts within, we make no fuss
For we ride, God’s bliss bus
We feel soma nectar dripping
Hark, the soundless thunder
Rapture heightens, oh so gripping
Sins of heart, before God stripping
Naked, we behold in wonder
Bliss rise, from down under
Dew drops dance to bliss beats divine
Marvel joy’s renewal
No sooner with love we align
Kundalini ignites our spine
We transcend earth life pulse dual
Reclaiming heart’s jewel
With each breath, awareness awake
Is how we do begin
Making mind tranquil like a lake
Sans love for God, all else forsake
Simply feel, going in, within
Bliss dew drops on our skin
17-June-2022
Dewdrops poetry contest
Sponsor: Angel L Villanueva
Syllables - HMS
Rhyme - Rhymezone
Grammar - PS
Notes:
Inner sound current ~ https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/N%C4%81da_yoga
Palm chakra (energy vortex) ~ https://www.chakras.info/hand-chakras/
Soma nectar ~ https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bindu_(symbol)
Kundalini ~ https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kundalini
Rhythmic, soothing sweet release
Hollow meaning lost complete
Somnolescent, lost in time
Acquiesce into my mind
Alone once more
Pink ribbon skies
Lost in the shore
Of compromise
Gone inside sweet somber touch
Scintillating all too much
Lost from time's eternity
No need to name this endless sea
Alone once more
Pink ribbon skies
Lost in the shore
That I comprise
Somber slumber, sweet and cool
Drowns deep in this nascent pool
Stream to stream, my consciousness
Drains deep to content's caress
I'm all by myself
As I've always felt
I'll betray myself
To anyone
Body binds best
Quell quirky quest
Broken best binds
Feel furious finds
Body blooms bright
Set savvy sight
Bridge broken bonds
Ply piquant pond
Body beaming boast
Cruise crazy coasts
Boost buzzy breaks
Sense succinct stakes
Body booms blaze
Check cheeky craze
Leon Enriquez
10 May 2019
Singapore
Seek to know light,
Opt for clear heart;
Meet happy sights,
Align fond art;
Fire passion well,
Indulge your soul;
Touch spins a spell,
See all things whole.
Pleasure feels good,
Sense profound feel;
Yield to kind moods,
Charm follows will.
Hurl a grand thought,
Explore fine lots.
Leon Enriquez
28 November 2014
Singapore
-Cheeky Little Nile Bugalugs-
I could fall on a turntable and raise the roof. Let the beat drop, but what’s the point scallywags?
Crickets chirp unwanted truths into my ears at night. Leaf the poor sauerkraut alone.
Saunter through the valley of the shadow of death. Feel ecstatic to run the entire pilgrimage’s course.
Safe bets aren’t the way to go. Poverty makes a man hateful.
Sweet sounds of comradery swell, The wave crashes down on the innocent.
Time to set the stage, umbrella’s will be encouraged. Don’t know what’s lurking above.
Never finished a rubix cube, too much time…Not enough advances.
Crease…And snap! The willpower of a lily shouldn’t be overlooked.
Purple innocence like the Nile’s nectar and lettuce combined, make a fruity concoction cocktail of Aphrodite’s vengeful lust.
Orgy porgy swimming in the labyrinth of soma incorporated.
Dance dreamy daze
Cheer churns clear craze
Mind mulls mood maze
Live lovely lines
Verse vibrant vines
Make moments mine
Claim calming chimes
Taste thrilling times
Reap rapture's rhymes
Trust telling truth
Pick profound proof
Glimpse gifted groove
Speak soothing sounds
Gather grand grounds
Hearty health hounds
Sense soma speak
Tender touch tweaks
Poise ponders peak
Live laughter's leap
Gaze gain's great grip
Thrills telling trip
Leon Enriquez
22 May 2016
Singapore
Ria, where should I begin...?
Perhaps now's the time to give in;
As a maker of verse within,
All beauty writhes in chagrin -
My words fail, wearing thin,
To release flowing thoughts and ways
That hold the boundless spin
I keep for you, your special days,
As my humble pen
Bows in its shame.
Ria, I would have given my heart
On silver, quiet at your door,
For you to set apart
When darkness draws you toward
Their space where shadows dart,
Wanting only to devour
Your heavenly art - to tear apart,
Making your petals shower
An endless void
Of scarlet scores.
Ria, I watch the glowing night;
You've skillfully sealed in painted dreams,
With you, flying at heights,
Wrapped in starlit beams...
As I think in my plight,
How the stars' bright gleams
That shape your soul so bright
Stand against the streams
Of this harsh nightmare
You named "living."
Yet Ria, time has taken flight -
My love comes far too late;
Still, my core trembles at your sight,
Too pure for Earth to state.
Ria, 'twas worth the fight,
Though your light fades from fate;
But Ria, I'll always write,
As I quietly wait
The perpetual dance
Of dusk's estate...
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Autogynephilic males,
with all that entails,
doll up their faces,
invade women’s spaces.
It’s all about power
to make the gals cower.
Your nemesis, Rowling
just keeps up the trolling.
Yet surely you jest
with hair on your chest;
attempt to assert
in heels and a skirt,
but try though you try,
that Y ~ you’re a guy.
Soma nectar dripping, one hand clapping
Questions cease when we become the answer
Suffused by waves bliss throb scintillating
Resounding within, the silent thunder
No koan this hermit, stoop to conquer
Silence ushers currents vivifying
Divine bestowing benign bliss shower
Soma nectar dripping, one hand clapping
Our discerning mind, eager for learning
Better off are we in fervent prayer
Purity of heart, blessings imbibing
Questions cease when we become the answer
Veils of delusion slowly disappear
In tranquil stillness whilst meditating
Magnetic rapture, each pore of form spears
Suffused by waves bliss throb scintillating
Elixir divine electrifying
Renews ignition in our heart chamber
We sense sound of Ohm reverberating
Resounding within, the silent thunder
As vibrant bliss seeps through in-form vectors
With essence of presence celebrating
Dancing joyfully in playful caper
Divine benedictions keep inpouring
Soma nectar
30-March-2021
Manipura chakra to jugular notch alive
Cognised by soma nectar dripping
Toroidal rapture in heart gripping
Entwining thus becoming a bliss hive
We look around; each follows their path
Energised by God’s grace omnipresent
As of yearning, flowing with the current
Each life breath received, holy sabbath
Schumann resonance rises; ascent’s inevitable
Myriad love hues enable bliss throbs to brew
Heart’s where they renew, like the morning dew
Oh holy lama, be to become thus, God’s miracle
30-January-2022