Best Transits Poems
Absurd Walls:
By Mark Miller 03/08/2018
I sit in wait,
For melancholic relief
Consumes self-trust resistance.
Out from the clear and into the black shatter dust.
Although, I cannot explain its purpose or meaning for there is none.
Awareness prevents comprehension to the future posture rectitude.
Only leftovers illuminate on that origin which brings me to this momentary lapse.
Where time and space have no relevance.
The feeling of structure fades into the microwave static.
Only the emotion healing sustains.
Somewhere, out there in the cosmos lies the basal complexional of coexistence.
The complicit deranges.
The peaceful transits,
Our group comfort loneliness
Between the minimal change of selves,
Through the pulsar's suddenness
I return and am one with myself,
Time wraps around the feeling dissipates,
Gone like childhood memory from everywhere.-
"A Mother"
An angel planted itself
in the womb of the world
for a short while
a mother carries humanity
trying to heal her wounds
the chalice of her ocean earthed
bleeds life for all it is worth
Gaia cries but she is so much stronger
vibrating dimensions higher
uncut in the heart
solid and so much stronger
than any god
a mother
ascending
dimensions higher
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
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"Viðrar vel til loftárása" / Sigur Ros
https://youtu.be/gwkcdRE6JEY
“I sink down into my body as into a swamp, fenland, where only I know the footing…. I’m a cloud, congealed around a central object, the shape of a pear, which is hard and more real than I am and glows red within its translucent wrapping. Inside it is a space, huge as the sky at night and dark and curved like that, though black-red rather than black.”
“The tulips along the border are redder than ever, opening, no longer wine cups but chalices; thrusting themselves up, to what end? They are, after all, empty. When they are old they turn themselves inside out, explode slowly, the petals thrown like shards.”
“Here and there are worms, evidence of the fertility of the soil, caught by the sun, half dead; flexible and pink, like lips.”
“Every month there is a moon, gigantic, round, heavy, an omen. IT transits, pauses, continues on and passes out of sight, and I see despair coming towards me like famine. To feel that empty, again, again. I listen to my heart, wave upon wave, salty and red, continuing on and on, marking time.
“I think that this is what God must look like: an egg. The life of the moon may not be on the surface, but inside."
“I used to think of my body as an instrument, of pleasure, or a means of transportation, or an implement for the accomplishment of my will.”
“We have learned to see the world in gasps.”
“...like a pathway through a forest, like a carpet for royalty, it shows me the way”.
“And so I step up, into the darkness within; or else the light.”
(The Handmaid's Tale/Margaret Atwood)
Viðrar vel til loftárása (Alternative Ending)/ Sigur Ros
https://youtu.be/re999Tgj3ns
Dawn comes
On the silk route;
Sun sparkles
Tour trip explores
Vistas of China;
Old and new transits
So much to see:
Lovely landscapes;
Crowded cities morphing
Words in my journal,
Thoughts on my journey;
Miracles and mysteries
Mötley tourist crowd
Eagerly guzzling down
All things China in spring rain
We take our time,
Explore the edges;
Collect instant memories
My darling translates
Classical Chinese tongue:
Basic English field trip!
Beauty in nuances
Cryptic language profound:
Where the Middle Kingdom reigns
Memories on record,
Thought distiller in word motifs;
Celebrate and anchor
Eventful sojourn,
Spring sensations --
Mystic revelations
Just the other day,
My darling said to me:
Take another China trip?
Leon Enriquez
19 Feb 2014
Singapore
(Dedication: For Tim Smith, my PoetrySoup buddy)
Sun steers shadow
Moon mimes mellow
Firm faith follows
Day dons deep daze
Hurl hollow haze
Mist meets mind maze
Describe dream dance
Passion's plush prance
Chasing charm's chance
Curves charm clear choice
Play plots prime poise
Next norm now noise
Time transits trip
Life loiters leap
Soon season sleeps
Make motives meet
Start story sweet
Touch tender treat
Be bold belief
Rest ripe relief
Glimpse gloomy grief
Pain paves pathway
Cheer calms cold clay
Deuce detains day
Death deals dire deed
Nurture notes need
Flesh finds fine feed
Leon Enriquez
20 Feb 2014
Singapore
Aries (?) /'??ri?z/ (meaning "ram") is the first astrological sign in the Zodiac, spanning the first 30 degrees of celestial longitude (0°= ? 0º), which area the Sun transits, on average, between March 21 to April 21 each year.
According to the Tropical system of astrology, the Sun enters the sign of Aries when it reaches the northern vernal equinox, which occurs around March 21. Due to the fact that the Earth takes approximately 365.25 days to go around the Sun, the precise time of the equinox is not the same each year, and generally will occur about 6 hours later each year, with a jump of a day (backwards) on leap years. Since 1900 the vernal equinox date ranged from March 20 at 08h (2000) to March 21 at 19h (1903) (all times UTC).
Arian Ladies
We are the first Zodiac sign
Leading with the birth of Spring
Mars blazes out our path
fiery and passionate are we
aggressive to our foes
Leaders inciting others
Hunters loving the chase
losing interest in success
magnetic, forceful and loyal
Lusting for life and adventure
Forceful women tolerating no master
only an equal partner
Activists we plunge straight in
yet, our interest is hard to keep
Most forward of the Zodiac signs
not easy to capture, nor easy to live with
Friends congregate
Party mood trickles;
Familiar laughter drowns
Once upon
A dream come true;
Foreign expectations
Invest shoppe
Moments meander;
Burst of high tide
Moaning and groaning
Kettle steam retorts;
Morning brew transits
So many words
Unsaid, unheard;
Uneasy non-conversation
Awkward these glances
Feelings suspended;
Anticipation ignored
Simple ritual
By this park bench;
Watching time doing nothing
Path of sure ease
If you please;
Leave plot behind
Corner shop
Selling ***** goods;
Curious onlookers
Chinatown haunts
Quaint shoppes;
Random walk-ins
Ancient goods
Antiquity packaged;
Modern labels flaunt
Things Oriental
Goods and services;
Tipping welcome
Geylang highlights
Ancient evenings;
By plumeria scents
This new stadium
Spectacular showpiece;
Sports illustrated
Leon Enriquez
09 May 2014
Singapore
Set sure sightings sensing stray say,
Mind moans missing mad mulling may.
Late laughter lulls sleep sad sounds,
Moody moves mull greasing gripe grounds.
Be beyond blame when worry whirls,
Feel fancy flame such stirring swirls.
Glad glimpses gain meek moments mild,
Vouch voices vain with wonder wild.
Thrill telling tale as action aids,
Set simple sale pointing poise paid.
Weary world whines weaving worry,
Private play pines puzzling purely.
Time transits trend playing proud prance,
Blind blunder bends choosing crisp chance.
Niche nicer notes that troubles tell,
Reap richer rote with wise words well.
Wonder works well with wander wise,
Time tramples tell that terrorise.
Soon something swell surrounds sure streak,
Dust dreamy dwell plying prompt peak.
Leon Enriquez
30 March 2016
Singapore
By serene temple grounds,
We kinsmen gather round;
Say our prayers profound,
Joss-stick fumes now surround.
An unbroken chain spells,
Heed the loud temple bells;
Family ties weave tell
In chanting trance that dwells.
We come here to commune,
Our prayer tokens tune;
Let grateful hearts attune,
Watch the smoky ash runes.
Knowing the life we see,
Seed common mystery,
Poise of eternity,
Stillness in harmony.
Before life a sure feel,
This mortal life a thrill;
Then after life reveals
An unending appeal.
The soul comes round and round,
Upon these earthly grounds;
Life lives not lost but found
In grace and light and sound.
Learn then to purge all fear,
For love seeds zest sincere;
Live joy and peace that cheers,
Life goes on in all spheres.
The death of flesh transits,
Life of another wit;
Love poise in easy fit,
Discern the truth in bits.
Leon Enriquez
02 February 2015
Singapore
The Sun transits Capricorn
Shedding warmth and light
The distance is long
Life, longing, stretching
Across awesome reaches
Souls separated
But calling to one another
You give me life
I give you gratitude
©dbyrne jan 2014
Beautiful shades of red and gold,
move across the clear blue sky.
The sun descends like a large balloon.
while soft white clouds flow by!
Twilight calmly shows its face.
Darkness will soon replace the light.
As daylight slowly fades away,
evening transits into night!
Imagine
Twenty-four hours of pure silence
Time devoid of human speech and sound
When a word is not uttered
A day in the world of profound dumbness
The tongue, the teeth and lips
Observe a break of twenty-fours hours
The ears hear
The rhythm of the air, water and fire
And enjoy the lyrics of the birds
With the rhythmical dance of the trees and plants
Gossips, rumors and curses took flight
Deceit lies and tongue wagging expelled
Splits and spits of the tongues avoided
World’s day of quietude and tranquility
A day of inner communication
When the deep calls to the deep
And people transits the limits of spoken words
Into perceptions and intuitions
Birthing profound thoughts and ideas
As each make contact with the inner person
Imagine
A day without speech
How beautiful, how priceless!
Oh! How I long for that day!!
Times seems rampant
Your body language an easy to read pamphlet
Heart beats faster quicker the blood transits
Robbery of the heart the approval of this bandit
Revealing feelings that no longer compresses
Making you think, your words are selective
Can’t screw up and chase off what’s precious
But the very thing greater than the queens ransom
Also sings the anthem
Of sadness and ex and internal tantrums
Blocking off companions
Tear down the cheek ramped
It gave you so much ravishment
And then it a tragic end
Brings life as well as ashes to ashes
Greatest sugar rush until crashes
Absolute power once it latches
Stronger when it detaches
It invisible
Some say it’s the first visual
Lonely people say its mythical
Because the arrow was shot but missed the intended soul
Its known to happen multiple times
Creating gullible signs
Real one lies 5 years down the line
Or always been there in disguise
Test of time some stood
As times goes more become Hollywood
But fuk the cons this the greatest emotion never can there be a sub
Rather its happy ever after or released and never recaptured its sincerely LOVE
Angels are the flash during blasphemy gather,
below the shadows, the murky skies, and haze.
Angels are in the center of trials and tribulations.
The evil forces are quiet among God’s messengers
when the wind hesitate, begins later transits firmly-
below the shadows, the murky skies, and haze—
They are heavenly trumpets vocalizing alluringly
above the sky, of the surface of thunderbolt
when the wind hesitate, begins later transits firmly
within our bronchi, beyond our spirits, squeezing
our air-pipes. Our souls are expressing in the nightfall
above the sky, of the surface of thunderbolt
that brighten flashes. In the severe
proposals we restrain, there are no concepts for
our air-pipes. Our souls are expressing in the nightfall
of everything we will not speak, can’t overlook.
Angels are the flash during blasphemy gather,
proposals we restrain, there are no concepts for
Angels are in the center of trials and tribulations.
With a resounding call
Echoing on every side
He came calling
Shouldering burdens
Snapping hurdles
Designing dreams
Mapping trails
Lane after lane
With a determined zeal
Running courses
Reversing curses
Stitching diverse lives
A stitch for every mile
matching words to all in transits
Subtly pacing
Lighting faces
Stimulating dreams
Stirring feathers
Thus leaving a blazing trail
Picture images
World in mad swirl
We all fall down
Present in the past
Looking back gaze
Past in the present
Distorted portraits
Twirling in the blur
Misty moments unearthed
Harsh sensibilities
Emergent violence
Conflicts seed war
Crazy madness
Forfeits true freedom
Attack thoughts breed
Hostile takeovers
Beyond simple mergers
Occupied territories
Fatal attraction
Ugly manifestations
Upheavals instigate
In freedom's name
Slavery in new mint
Revolutionary road
Why kill that sweet song
Of a mockingbird?
Install a dumb parrot
Disaster laid plain
Not just in vain
To murder complaint
Harsh reality
Jaded imagery
Hangman's noose
Don't pity the dead
They are fortunate
See this living hell
Dear beauty and truth
All seems lost
Where violent times amass
World peace transits
More like world in pieces
Sadness part IX
Leon Enriquez
26 September 2014
Singapore
(Notes: **part IX = the number 9 (IX)
stands for completion or a conclusion of
a situation or cycle. After that, things
start again in a new cycle. Only when
things fall apart can a new wholeness
emerge.)