Best Transact Poems
Truth burns at the center of all occurrance,
it is a heat that motivates appettites to enlarge,
truth is a multiplier of quests,
satisfaction always arrives at the porch of a new path,
truth does not reveal endings, only beginings that behave
like currents pushing towards a shore,
truth demands stamina from the finder as well from the seeker,
it dashes in delight from the tired,
indolence receives no invitation from truth because laziness is a debtor,
a fish with no gills,
credit walks not from the bank steps of truth,
one must exchange, transact with it, as wanting is to worth,
Truth holds strength in one hand and suffering in the other,
He gives quarter and meal to surviving artificers who are organizing
their talents for future enterprise,
to the brigand and beggar He puts on a pewter plate
bland beans representing distance,
disillusionment preceeds the knowledge of utility because
new truth means fallacy is an ancestor,
an anthropologist is truth, observing your traits,
orbiting the ability of your judgement,
some of Truth's revelations are more expensive than others,
sometimes He will take your Past and grin like a haughty antique dealer,
truth will invest in your Future as a gambler revisits old glory
speaking fresh fortunes in cold ears,
He is an opportunist incessantly offering information for spirit,
without the ignorant truth becomes a vagabond in a vineyard of sweet rust,
the secret of truth is that it is ours
if we wish to be honest with ourselves,
truth is the inheritence of the strong who know how to make it,
oppossed to those waiting for it -
J.A.B.
You act like you’re all that -
gaining green when you rap,
but I say lines of utter crap
come from your verbal flap.
You lack and I can back that.
My slapjack, whapping facts
would not be rinsed with tact
since odds are a massive stack
of my fly responses so snap
they’ll waste yours to scrap.
You’ll bleed a need for a map
just to sense our distance gap.
I could secure a win wrap
in the deep sleep of a nap
with word whirls of pure blur
punching, crushing your rap,
maiming your able so unstable
it’s incapable to react transact
any how to track your ego back.
My hit of truth would impact
and sack your rap so abstract
that my heard word redact
would squish lisp yours compact,
then subtract, detract, refract
and ransack precisely exact
the trash you call a talent act.
So, go! Sate-debate my rap trait.
Question for candidates:
Assuming you preach what you most exegetically practice,
how has your campaign prioritized
carbon footprint reduction,
investment in ecosystemic cooperative policies and procedures,
disinvestment in Business As Usual competitive self-promotion,
in both economic
and political,
secular
and sacred,
natural body
and spiritual mind governance
strategies?
Permacultural candidate response:
We avoid compromising our present
to invest in our future;
and refuse to compromise our shared future wealth
by divesting of our present health sustaining values.
Win-Win economic planning
seeks to optimize our future
by optimizing love's seductive co-gravitating power
within our shared present;
co-redemptive mentor to co-loving mediation.
Campaign recruitment notice:
Only
Experienced
neurosystemic experiencers
experiencing trauma needed to apply here and now,
with here-now therapeutic intent.
Only
Known
enlightened knowers
knowing co-empowerment to be called
for mutually informative interviews.
Only
Danced
emotive dancers
dancing muses
to embrace permanent full-time co-redeener vocations.
Only sung
light singers
singing power
to become songs
sung by singers singing
beyond Earth's showers.
Only whole-open-systems
compassionately ecologizing economists' eco-normics
need cooperatively transact.
Only full-living capacity eco-political ecologists
eco-logosing
needed to continuously deepen revolutions
of love.
Only purposive purposers co-producing and consuming
meaningful healthy purpose
wanted by everyone wealthy everywhere
at all times
in all places
throughout all spaces
folding and unfolding and refolding time's streaming
sacred vulnerable
and transparent climax peaking places.
Buzz of human feet,
Crowds swarming the trains;
Sea of faces meet,
Private matters strain.
Downtown trip we take,
Darling and I plow;
Human nature stakes,
Umpteen whys and hows.
We reach City Hall,
Find our way around;
Tour the festive mall,
Bright shoppes anchor grounds.
Caterpillar queues,
Await to transact;
Bored faces review,
Weary wait feeds tact.
The Christmas sale steers,
We jostle for stuff;
Bargains that endear,
Buy more than enough.
Busy feet aspire,
The shopping spree floods;
New wares tempt desires,
Whet the pulse of blood.
We discern our needs,
Separate our wants;
Let discrete thoughts feed,
Get brisk shopping done.
Here we wait in line,
Curious eyes pursue;
Attention defines,
Pry odd avenues.
We pay to exit,
Seek out attractions;
Find meal time retreat,
Wholesome consumption.
Homebound subway train,
Swift and fast and sure;
Feel stamina drain,
Goodie bags secure.
Our downtown tour spells,
Whim and fancy grooms;
Easy moments tell,
Intent fills sure boom.
Leon Enriquez
05 December 2014
Singapore
Dark night
Haze shades grey sky;
Humid weather groans
~~~~~~~~~
Lovers waltz
Wedding banquet glimpses;
Joy unfurls passion
~~~~~~~~~
Old cobbler squats
Busy with mending
Worn-out footwear soles
~~~~~~~~~
Odd couple argue
Over supermarket things;
Appetites collide
~~~~~~~~~
Newspaper vendor
Old lady preaches news;
Gloomy Monday
~~~~~~~~~
Wet market ambience
Hazardous slippery floors;
Unsightly misadventure
~~~~~~~~~
Old friends meet
Rough bump and detour;
Nothing to transact
~~~~~~~~~
Salesman selling
Nobody's buying;
U-turn runaway
~~~~~~~~~
Smoke fragrance
Disturbing haze flings;
Coughing episodes
~~~~~~~~~
Bamboo trees
Marking the years;
Resilient grooves
~~~~~~~~~
Words on rice paper
Tell of old dreams;
Unfinished fragments
~~~~~~~~~
Old sepia memory
Old times forgotten;
Rainy day debris
~~~~~~~~~
Old ghostly figures
Lingering presence;
Blessings abide
~~~~~~~~~
Mosaic motifs
Classic designs haunt;
Baby boomer keepsake
~~~~~~~~~
Howling wind
Sings eerie songs;
Haunting melody
~~~~~~~~~
Message in a passage
Wet dreams sum;
Memory reflects
~~~~~~~~~
Ecstasy greets joy
Calm the new charm;
Placid tranquility
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
12 October 2014
Singapore
December rains
Hurl aqueous tears;
Salty aftertaste
~~~~~~~~~
Monsoon season
Wet and wet again;
Abrupt mood swings
~~~~~~~~~
Seek knowing
Beyond word count;
Awareness sums
~~~~~~~~~
Wet market lanes
Slippery slimy walkways;
Jerky footfalls splash
~~~~~~~~~
Bargain hunters
Black Friday sales;
Mob mentality
~~~~~~~~~
Hot tea brew
Random conversations;
Drifting away
~~~~~~~~~
Rustic tea house
Aromatic fragrance;
Poignant deluge
~~~~~~~~~
Elemental harmony
Geomancy fortifies;
Feng Shui master
~~~~~~~~~
Jigsaw puzzle
Mystery unravels;
Fumble finds fit
~~~~~~~~~
Zen garden landscape
Urban renewal;
Haiku path stillness
~~~~~~~~~
Lunch crowd loiter
Naked hunger rumbles;
Feasting interlude
~~~~~~~~~
Sexy slim cigarette
Nicotine flames flash;
Smoky surrogate
~~~~~~~~~
Wayside vendor
Newsy progress;
Piecemeal collisions
~~~~~~~~~
Boy of four
Pounding iPad universe;
Savvy disposition
~~~~~~~~~
Playmates
Playground;
Pretty paces
~~~~~~~~~
Sleepover
Makeover;
Stopover
~~~~~~~~~
Roadside vendor
Poor farmer smiles;
Empathy consolidates
~~~~~~~~~
Hibiscus flowers
Red for good luck;
Flashy sunlit smiles
~~~~~~~~~
Temple tour
Ancestors await;
Mindful conversation
~~~~~~~~~
Change manifests
Simply succinct;
Leftover memories
~~~~~~~~~
Web portal
Too much glut;
Information overload
~~~~~~~~~
How come?
Why now?
Much too late
~~~~~~~~~
Be still
Change reveals;
Transact transit
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
12 December 2016
Singapore
By Erastus "Popyeny" Shipuleni
The heart is the Island inside me and you.
It speaks the language of its own, have its own way of doing reacting.
It feeds on whatever..., what is that whatever?
The five basic senses of a human life, namely, touch, sight, hearing, smell, and taste.
It is easily angered, quick to forget and humble to forgive.
Its storage capacity is unlimited, now, & then release anger and frustration, yet it's actually longing for peace and harmony.
If it could be possible for one to know what the heart is made of! Know what make it tick!
One would be able to read and understand the heart logic, then, peace will be granted among all of us.
The reality is that one heart is an Island that one must develop to meet one desire.
What language does the heart speak, then?
As I am thirsty, to empty my desire to speak with the heart any time desire.
Which sound does the heart hear too, for me also to hear, to be able to transact?
My soul!!!
Speak to the heart to let me in!
May I enter through the world of thought running in the heart, or is the heart running and raising its own marathon?
My Heart!
Allow me in whatever you are going through.
Hence, Knock, knock, knock at my heart door!
Who's knocking? The heart asks.
It's me your innermost soul friend (Subconscious-mind),
Come-in, my innermost soul friend, ...
The truth is when.
* The heart speaks to the subconscious-mind, innermost soul friend listens and respond.
* Ability to hear the hearts’ innermost soul language.
* Resulting in the subconscious-mind filter and recording what is known as personal character.
She was a hooker and she was stacked
and business she and I would transact.
She said “I promise honey
if ya show me the money”
but uh-uh, I prefer an oral contract!
Written: June 2022
Like an animal,
I can detect your scent
As it wafts through the ether.
You smell like the pure essence of man and myth.
Our scents mingle,
Share a created language of their own.
A formula and method to transact an entire existence
Based on the sensory acuity
Of the organ in the midst of the face.
Discern the play
That streams each day
Invoice the sale
That cannot fail
Live in the light
Of sanguine sight
Transact and be
Grand prize you see
Discount the prize
Of fond surprise
Wonder works well
Just where you dwell
Start from times deep
As laughter weeps
Each moment seeds
A bloom that feeds
Leon Enriquez
20 October 2015
Singapore
with their words they
embark our minds on a
a journey, a journey to
the garden of Eden, where we
would have jobs, houses, clean water,
electricity, education and better infrastructure.
"Were they claim to have improved our standard
of living".
their words perplex us, traps us, deceives us like illiterate
fools we are, their actions humor us, enlightens us, thrills us,
all in the name of the X.
Their songs takes us back ,back to the days of struggle, sorrow and silence.
Days that paved that gravel road from where we were in 1994.
they do this, all this, in the name of democracy, hiding behind it,loving inside it,
breathing within it, like cacoons, while we make noise like baboons protecting them.
For what?, For them to be rich?, for them to transact our votes for lies?.
damn CAPITALIST.
Their words welcomes offshores with both hands and prohibits my brother from
another border, who suffers because of their policies, protocols, in-competencies, and laws of flaws, from where he comes from. Were the idea of democracy looms on his poor and literate head. Were liberation and democracy was guaranteed, but not freedom. Which looms in my head, were the idea remains on my head, manifest in my heart, runs in my veins, arteries and soul. Where the idea will have to be vowed out, the idea which i will have to pass to my descedants
It's not the exchange rate or demand I value,
When I think of any United States Dollar;
I think of the currency note or coin whose view,
Depict biographies of persons of valor...
John Quincy Adams, nation-thinker of no class,
Thomas Hart Benton, eminent and credible;
Salman Portland Chase, an inspirational bass,
Henry Clay, a slave-owner turned slave-loveable...
George Washington, known for highest integrity,
Abraham Lincoln, best of men of principles;
Theodore - stood for the earth- regularity,
Thomas Jefferson, gentle and personable...
I'd collected some dollars to keep them with me.
It's not because I am a dollar collector.
I collect currencies of any small country.
It's to be in touch with them as their respecter.
Struggle and freedom from merciless genocides,
From slavery, slave-trade, national apartheid;
Theft of land, heinously greatest of homicides,
Each in a dollar imprinted and embodied.
Bills might come and go even Bill Clinton did so.
Bills have values only when they have their backgrounds.
Bills have no values when newer bills make their show.
Bills or no bills. Life goes on just like hare and hounds.
Bills have much value when they come to India.
This is why the American's like to visit.
They argue, bargain with the common media.
They find Indians are full of humor and wit.
The dollar is the treasury of history,
Let us not just look at the number and transact;
Stop; look, think and contemplate on its mystery,
That you get many a meaning to facts abstract.
13 June 2021
$ Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Poem
Poet
They don’t always match
It is not exact
I mean, opposites attract
Every brand new batch
Of poems can detract
From the original, not intact
The idea that did hatch
May not become tact
The meaning now abstract
But I guess that is the catch
When you make a pact,
Or rather a devil’s contract
To somehow patch
The little compact
Of inspiration, from which you distract
Yourself from your detach
That cut you off mid act
You try to reenact
And reattach
Disregarding the fact
That you were the one to subtract
Actual creativity to snatch
At the chance to transact
Quality to make an impact
But it all went down the latch
I guess all it did was counteract
Your initial goal, inexact
From the world, you unattach
And live on in redact
With no one to interact
Forever to be a mismatch
Written on December 3, 2020
in midtown, twin clock towers chime.
their peal resembling tumbling coins.
procrastination, now a crime,
consummate idleness purloins.
youth may clutch her bottled seconds
to transact on a rainy day.
she addresses urgent errands.
handsome faces gallop away.
i've seen my own spring and wither
between these effortless minutes.
cherished vanity's coy sliver,
wasteful without observed limits.
i'm liquor-free and off-caffeine,
walking in sunlight on cool grass.
crunch my vegetables, staying lean,
extra sands upon the hourglass.
lost my rosaries. almanacs!
are charming nooses, rave and posh
pocket planners build sky-high stacks.
moments have no spares, cut the bosh.
shouldn't spend my flowers wantonly,
chastising walls, scaling degrees.
there's never enough time, truly
to claim wealth from its poverty.
Life is a game with cards that come,
Wear well your name and live wise sums.
Do what you do and dare to act,
Yes live and woo your game and tact.
Live well with change and walk your way,
Pain may sound strange yet frames each day.
You know the fact that pain now shows,
Live and transact the gains you grow.
Cards confront gaze with challenge loud,
Dare live through haze with mindset proud.
Joy helps you see beyond mere strife,
Love thus can be the light in life.
Play with the cards that comes around,
Feisty works hard where conflicts ground.
See that you see your path set free,
Live well and be true and easy.
Leon Enriquez
19 September 2016
Singapore