Best Tentative Poems
Do I choose to join, this Poetic Dance
To reveal my soul, to take this chance
I am left to wonder, who will care
If my life is charmed, or full of despair
I release my emotions, to the page
The good the sad, the parts with rage
The pen gets started, revealing each part
A stitched together, healed broken heart
Like many a writer, I am a bleeder
Revealing my secrets, to you the reader
My only hope, is that you have time
To see yourself, in the words I rhyme
Because without you, there is no dance
You are the reason, I take this chance
A dance with a stranger, one two three
Perhaps at the end, you will know me
The very first Poem I posted to the soup.
To you I profess care,
True or untrue rests in you fair,
What runs inside you I know not rare?
But surely did not come in a moment thread-bare.
At and all times like this,
To allay all shackles,
That, with hope, does not express by pyre.
Consider a moment,
Tentative steps.
Perhaps they seem new
and an uncharted realm,
requiring a measure of time
to truly remember how to walk
a path that leads to happiness.
Glance at the citadels' walls
which you have built over time,
to protect your hearts desires.
Do you really comprehended,
its image, stature and strength
from the other side of perception?
Is wanting to know for certain,
you are not making another
emotionally bankrupting mistake,
an indication of fear or mistrust?
Or perhaps is it wisdom,
garnered from a lifetime
of hard learned lessons, that
mandates patience to allow
what ever may happen to occur,
in its own time and way
in un conjured innocent freedom.
Do you trust nothing more than
you initial emotional reaction,
or the longing to derive some semblance
of unrealized happiness in place of
the void loneliness dictates?
Wanting nothing more than to ingrain,
the entire essence and being of the other,
so that a serene completeness can
turn waking dreams into reality's treasure.
Walk calmly here
Seize wise good cheer
Face each fear then
Make fear your friend
Fit well fine wit
Taste timeless bits
Cheer knows happy
Make fear snappy
Each moment dies
With high and sigh
Cry if you must
When true love rusts
To transcend all
Rise when you fall
Judge not with hate
Love's never late
Do your best here
For love endears
Tentative moods
Unfurl some good
In this haystack
Take time to slack
Too soon, too late
Time burns each page
Tentative times
Fade like dust grime
Leon Enriquez
10 May 2016
Singapore
Scale mosaic tail lays gracefully draped over rock
Sumptuous hip width to skin graduates
Saturated waist trailing tendrils touched by moss
Silk mermaid nautical languor eminates
Sorrow in inhibit, love's absence induces her sobs
Vanguard calmly addresses the depths with probe
Weaving seemlessly amongst seaweed
Gentle marina mistress, Clementine reserves hope
For a qualified merman, in love succeed
Tugged subtly by tides of princely promises flowed
Spell of solo exploration doesn't tarnish bright fins
Siren inspired by increasing innate talent
Sanguine supple lovely needn't gun for yang to yin
Suitor to exceed her calibre, most haven't
Shown aptitude for brave compassion, closest kin
Clam fan covered curves retain an untainted heart
Slender arms open troves old tides buried
Gracious Clementine stays patient for Cupid's dart
Pleasant peaks of top lips drip salt, selfish
Lungs unemcombered by blunder summons laugh
Tinkle bells bemused chortle across vibrant pearls
Heightened by judicious standpoint jubilee
Felicious pageant entrant in a fish tail gown swirls
Heavy gems adorn torso tight with chastity
Air orgasmed chest of benevolent treasure unfurls
16th February 2021
Entered into Charlotte Peddifoot's
Open Poetry Contest
It was today, that wasn't so good for me.
multiple decades possibly washed away.
family means everything but i'm a terrible brother.
a horrendous friend who ran from life once lived.
to pastures green and new.
when all that was left behind was those who needed me.
and now I feel needed more than before i left.
there's a guilt there, no there's nothing I could've done it was out of my hands.
but a guilt that i'm so distant in every way unable to even sit down and help pass the time.
the pressure is building on me, don't get me wrong in myself I'm happy and I'm fine, but in others I just want to be there even just for a day.
Just let me find a way back home be the brother I once was and live a life I left behind so long ago, even just for a day.
(D.G S.J L.W K.R)
My poems have me musing with my muse:
inking new phrases, so I don't reuse.
And to make obscure words sound sensible:
a thesaurus is indispensable.
Each and every line conceived in my mind
gets roughed in, tentative, and unrefined.
And to broaden my vocabulary,
I consult a rhyming dictionary.
And as verses form through perseverance,
a brand-new poem makes its appearance.
Why must I beg pardon?
Has been our great question;
When you and I battle,
Vessels at home rattle;
I say yes; you say no,
Matters so silly though;
I swear; you swear; sourly,
Dogs and cats laugh wholly...
You are old; I am old,
Our looks have turned ice-cold;
Ego, yet, like a spring,
In us, plays monarch-swing...
When we ask each other,
At end of each whether;
We find the same reason,
Yet pour the same treason...
In the end, it's a jest,
Our true love, dear, does quest,
To explicitly test,
Whose love is best of best...!
08 April 2022