Best Storyline Poems
no storyline can thrive to throw off loves balance,
to purposely paint a picture to detour its countenance,
the stroke of the pen changing in every moments release,
unconditional love neverending in beauty with each piece,
to place the heart back in its proper alignment,
in the changing of each moment with loves new assignment,
in the blink of an eye the storyline can change,
the plot, the characters, don't always end up the same way,
what you expected at the end of the story to be,
what you thought you rationalized becomes the opposite of what is seen,
love can thrive in ways past our own understanding,
the pace of his heart, God's happy ending...
They hung him high in the sky.
Someone cried about his life.
He was not wrong because he was born.
Peter’s Bread.
Mama’s dead.
Papa’s sad.
Me as well.
Someone cut the noose
Shouting this was foolish.
He was warned.
Peter’s Bread.
Mama is buried.
Papa lives.
Once he ran.
Now he is a free man.
They hung him high away beyond the clouds.
They cried cut him down.
The noose was cut.
He fell into oblivion.
Papa’s dead.
Mama as well.
Once a stance for the freedom of human beings.
A sacrifice twice in life.
One was saved.
Another lost in an oblivious state.
None hung was killed.
All are free to the world of mental illness.
Psychosis affirmed of lunacy impartial.
Peter’s bread.
Papa and Mama are dead.
All have been warned about the future ahead,
That which is the reality of families and friends.
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Penned May 10, 2015!
The first move is on ' its reported a 15 year old boy
Has died from the bubonic plauge (Black death)
In Mongolia, apparently two people had it in 2021
At A place named Khovd.) They also died
Reportedly contracted from eating marmot
Meat is the line..Seems like the bat eating theory.?
In 2021 astra zeneca started making a plauge vax
Same year as covid was being advertised.' Seems
Strange.? This could well be the next fear driver
Some purported jabs already being administerd and
A local lockdown was in place, there are also reports
Of university teams identifying the start of the
Middle ages plauge outbreak as Kyrgyzstan.'
It seems all intermeshed and suggestive to my mind.'
The dominoes are in the process of being placed.'
See sensuous stay
Touch tender tell
Opt old obey
Roar rich re-tell
Yield youthful yell
Live lovely lay
Indulge intent
Now numb nice nay
Ebb end extent
Simple screams sights
Teaching tale tight
Oblige odd orbs
Risky reach robs
Yes you yield yore
Love living lore
Intuit ideas
Note nice nudes near
Etch end explore
Search special shores
Tale told touching
Offer opts ore
Rise repeats roar
Yonder yielding
Linger loving
Insight inching
Now naked noise
Embalm envoi
Sacred soul sings
Tones thrill touching
Open offering
Rouse rich rapture
Yes your yielding
Love leaps living
Imprint inking
Note nice nurture
Encrypt ending
Leon Enriquez
29 Mar 2014
Singapore
Small Saudi the boy
Five years or so
And jovial the toy
Intriguing the foe
Six year he wrote
Every time a pen
A drop of flight
To land a new story
Every melody that come
Carrying the tunes of hope
The dance fuming soup
For all that knew
Saudi now stouthearted
With a promised utopia
Every ink drop debased
To quell apparent dystopia
At last a book length
Not a toy full ration
Saudi the man and gentle
For history the olfaction
no storyline can thrive to throw off loves balance,
to purposely paint a picture to detour its countenance,
the stroke of the pen changing in every moments release,
unconditional love neverending in beauty with each piece,
to place the heart back in its proper alignment,
in the changing of each moment with loves new assignment,
in the blink of an eye the storyline can change,
the plot, the characters, don't always end up the same way,
what you expected at the end of the story to be,
what you thought you rationalized becomes the opposite of what is seen,
love can thrive in ways past our own understanding,
the pace of his heart, God's happy ending...
Weevil storyline
Dr Ranjit Dutta
Gave no one
Visions to look into future
Or through
The womb of limitless emotions
Saved lights from
Thousands of light years
But still, I can't
Enlighten my darkened
Emotional tunnels of sences,
Couldn't fathom either
Life and the world
Times of erudition,
Every soul is like that
Hidden pearl
Looked not seen
Known not learnt.
We clutter
Our mindless thoughts ;
The ancient readings of my mother
Stands as weevil storyline
Gropes in darkness,
The world habituates
Dreaming goldlines
An unknown intoxication
Fulfillness to live
To stay alive.
I love what I obtain
and what do I miss...
And what I have of mine,
i appreciate it..
All that's too much
I despise but
nothing, I put a price...
My life is tied
what I carry in my soul
and in the chest...
nothing upside down
attests what I feel
and what I deserve...!
no storyline can thrive to throw off loves balance,
to purposely paint a picture to detour its countenance,
the stroke of the pen changing in every moments release,
unconditional love neverending in beauty with each piece,
to place the heart back in its proper alignment,
in the changing of each moment with loves new assignment,
in the blink of an eye the storyline can change,
the plot, the characters, don't always end up the same way,
what you expected at the end of the story to be,
what you thought you rationalized becomes the opposite of what is seen,
love can thrive in ways past our own understanding,
the pace of his heart, God's happy ending...
when lines join or coincide
to make a shape curved or straight
line becomes a side so intricate
three together 1 2 3
transmute abstractly
a storyline:
...a bad chapter
here and there
a miraculous escape
a capture unexpected
a wound that festers
a love walks away
an accident maims
a soul starves
so such we be...
‘a-flyin’ an' ‘a-cryin’
an' all the while
the dead dance
circling
negotiating your value
gossiping chanting
should you be there
where you be?
or here...
come to be
where we be?
Threads weave tapestry from words
Supplicate webs of magic carpets
Embalm clandestine fantasy worlds
Meander from sourcing the delta
Revisit memories’ dream catchers
Transfigure images into quietude
25th April 2020
Seek a new range as ideas come;
Take a sure stride forward and on;
Opt for the strange longing that sums;
Ready your rides to go beyond;
Yes wordplay strings a thousand things;
Listen to hints that the wind blows;
Impact's a fling you must now bring;
Next to fine mint, love ever glows;
Enter your name and let joy sing.
Truth frames the tell with beauty bright;
Hurl glimpse and flame as echoes ring;
Expose the spell that feels so light;
Mystic magic in words said plain;
Expound tactic of voice refrains.
Leon Enriquez
01 July 2014
Singapore
a bad chapter
here and there
a miraculous escape
a capture unexpected
a wound that festers
a love walks away
an accident maims
all and the all
be ‘a-flyin’ and ‘a-cryin’
a lot...
and all the while
the dead dance and dance,
circling
negotiating your value,
gossiping and chanting,
should you be there
where you be?
or here...
come to be
with us?