Best Wayfarer Poems
Whencesoever it comes, thence whithersoever it goes
This never-ending road, Oh, why no one seems to care or know?
So, I pitch my camp by the road-side and quietly repose!
~For a Brian Strand contest
~12/28/12
~"Sijo" contest by Rick Parise.
waves batter life's shoal
briny remnants heart doth troll
bleached soul's shattered toll
Merge mind and heart with style that moves;
Yield action plans that soul can live.
Service now starts to fill fine grooves;
Observe the trends that value gives;
Use purpose bold to work passion;
Love what you do with focus clear.
Wisdom unfolds in sure fashion;
Align and woo the path of cheer;
Yes dare to see compassion through;
Feel a pure heart that knows what's right;
Etch harmony that comes to you;
Rouse a firm art that syncs with light;
Embrace pure joy that comes to lift;
Reach beyond ploys where grace bears gifts.
Leon Enriquez
12 March 2015
Singapore
Walking by the moon,
Adventurous traveller
Passed by and went to fly high.
Leaving past behind;
Leaving silent, lonely roads.
Nothing more left than moonlight...
Umbras going by
Towards the moon's shining light
Until specters wane.
Lambent night orb receives shades,
Souls transcend to refulgence...
Dusky fluorescence
And phosphorescent visions
Of solemn apparitions
Vanish into sparks
Of the luminous night orb's
Dimly resplendent light beams...
Wondering voyage,
Satellite revelations,
Laboriously lucid trips;
From lone roads to lights
Venturous voyager goes
Wayfaring by the night's moon...
A peaceful path some may call a rough road,
In succulent scents--they feel a forebode.
Me--I'm only a drowsy dreamer
pitching pebbles at all troubling times.
Searching skies for lovely rainbows,
climbing clouds above mountaintops.
A wistful wayfarer finding my way
December 15, 2021
rewritten as free verse July 12, 2022
wayfarers do not have picnics with people.
travelers, journeyers, vagabonds, are wanderers.
they prefer nature to humans, and they keep moving.
do not try to enslave, entrap, slow down or capture one.
wayfarers come in a variety of shapes, boot sizes and heights.
they are usually taller than the norm, but not giants.
their leg muscles are well-developed, and they have bunions.
not all of them, but the two that I have met.
wayfarers are story tellers, but they keep their stories silent.
sharing them in their heads, but not with other humans.
they believe they will write a novel "someday"
weirdly enough on someday they are still moving, walking.
my aunt accidentally fell in love with a notorious wayfarer.
she followed him to Switzerland, France, Germany and Russia.
he kept asking her to be quiet, and it bothered her, for a year.
she thought she could change him, but she was incorrect.
wayfarers may not remember you even if they see you yearly.
but they will remember an oak tree branch or a twig on the lawn.
they will remember where they ate their peanut butter crackers.
they keep moving, so do not fall in love with one if you can help it.
To what zenith do our chimeras whither?
As we travel across discombobulated shores?
Do we strive to collocate together?
Or breed discord and close the doors?
The wayfarer creed is to induce wherry,
With our aphonic travelers on this path.
To share in the arcane and not be wary,
And crestfallen behind all corpulent wrath.
We journey with athirst hearts and minds.
Seeking authenticity and understanding
To ogle the world through Elysian eyes,
And embrace all, no matter how demanding.
Let us leave behind our petty strife,
And forge ahead with auric hope and love.
Only then can we balmily thrive?
And soar as aquiline eagles on wings above.
So let us walk this path together.
Entwined, with canorous hearts ablaze
And let our journey last forever,
As we bask in the sun's warm rays.
The thirteenth kingdom says that he is the word so great
Born from the king of kings, who gave his dear son a mandate
To enter the world the word formed as it is his fate
The word received glory before he left through heaven’s gate
And entered the flowing waters to quench the powers
Especially their flaming and chaotic desires
But the kingless generation, those children above the stars of night
Whispers that the invisible light chose him to enter the chaos and plight
Chose him from all the eternal realms, to carry five seals of insight
In him was the seed of gnosis, to grow and know the truth and light
“Out of a foreign air and realm, the sun of life appeared in our midst
Christ, the son, chose us to shine in the Pleroma, out of the mist”
There begins here in timeless now:
Love steers good cheer... being endows!
There is a tale that conceals truth;
Beyond this veil, ample with proof.
There is a void clearer than most:
A nameless void that transcends boast.
There is feeling where no words touch;
No explaining can cover much!
There is a blur that knows all stuff:
All-knowing blur that shapes all stuff.
There is a voice that speaks so soft...
If I by choice heed what's aloft?
There is a sense of knowing, still...
Beyond all tense, a divine will.
There is a song: strains of beauty
Where truth speaks strong in ecstasy.
There is a place: beyond, within...
Where time and space collapse, unseen!
There is a smell fragrant with peace
Beyond mind's spell: love floods all ease.
There is a scent fragrant and grand
That heaven sends to ease ascend.
There is a sound: eternal, true
That hints and grounds, and calls to you.
There is a glimpse where stillness peeps:
Void beyond dreams... deeper than deep.
There is a pulse beyond this rhyme
Where no impulse can match each chime.
There is a gap where sleepers know
That strange sure map that knowing knows!
There is a time, timeless not frail
Where pulse and rhyme can't walk the trail.
There is non-sense that contains all --
All save pretense; where ego falls.
There is a naught that contains each
Yet void or naught that's hard to reach!
There is no-thing that holds all stuff
In change and fling, more than enough!
There is a place beyond this face
Of worldly pace, beyond all space.
There is a fount cascading all:
Where plain and mount change, falter, fall.
Here wayfarer, now homeward bound:
Be true seeker, watch what comes round!
Here light-bearer, set your true sights:
Know wayfarer, witness the light!
There is a bliss: no body-mind...
Not that, not this! Here love designs.
Follow your heart, let mind be calm;
Let soul impart true hymn and psalm.
Follow your feel, in-sync with soul;
Love comes to heal, to make you whole.
Be bold, be brave, be true to you;
Be seer, be knave, be simply you!
Leon Enriquez
28 Feb 2014
Singapore
The seventh kingdom sings that he was a drop of gold
Who fell from the sky of golden sunlight to earth so cold
Dragons brought that drop to their caves thousands of years old
It grew into a gold child who shone for all to behold
A white dove baptised him, and brought him back to the blue
He received the glory of heaven’s sunlight as he flew
The eighth kingdom proclaims that a cloud wrapped round a rock
A young man broke out of the rock with white flames that could talk
He held a dagger and torch as doves came as a flock
The doves from the cloud cared for him as he began to walk
He received glory and power as candles were lit
Lit by man celebrating that the ancient rock was split
The ninth kingdom sings that from the nine muses, one left
She flew to a high mountain to think about the bereft
She desired her body whom none can take by theft
As a lone virgin, she birthed a son whom the angels blessed
Every angel sang hymns to nourish him with glory
And went to the waters to save men from purgatory
The tenth kingdom sings that the son came from the sun god
Who loved a white cloud and dropped a pearly tear as a prod
The cloud opened and gave a child, and the sun did laud
And the child received glory. This is what they all applaud
And the kingdom sings that the child fell as pouring rain
To the waters of the earth to ease humanity’s pain
The eleventh says that he was born with vile power
Born from a father who desired his precious flower
The plant opened its petals and became a vower
It vowed to take its sole offspring to a tomb to cower
An angel dressed in white roses came and cared for him
And through the angel, he came to a lake filled to the brim
The twelfth kingdom sings that he came from the moon and sun
He was cared for and nourished in the heights as a loved one
He was bathed in power and bright glory as the son
He soon rained down into sparkling waters as should be done
But in the shimmering truth, he was above those two
Who came to save pearls, using the shining boats to get through
Meet each day well,
Yield to the light;
See that soul dwells,
Taste fond insight;
Intuit and know,
Calm that lives deep.
Wear truth that shows,
Ask for brave leaps;
Yes paves the way,
Feel how joy yields;
Apply fine say,
Reach for a field;
Embrace and sing,
Roads that life brings.
Leon Enriquez
27 August 2014
Singapore
“Life’s a long day’s journey into night.” – by poet.
It’s been a long road and I am tired,
I tried to go back where it all began
but my soul got lost along the way.
I live in a world of death,
All the ones I’ve loved are now gone,
like birds freed from the cage,
but I’ll fight to keep their memories alive.
Man is permeable like a sieve
and he sifts for nuggets of intimacy.
The furrows are leveled
The harvest is in,
And I guess I’ll go some place quiet,
put my feet up, and lie low for now.
But some day…
I’ll find my way back home.
~11/21/21
~Contest: "W" (Weary)
~Sponsor: Constance La France.
"I'd ride on the current of the Wayfarer Wind,
not caring where his breath would take me."
~ by poet
I hear his echoed thrumming when nights are clear
His wistful voice floating across meadow and range
Softly, urging me to follow, he whispers in my ear
and then flies off. I wonder, why does he disappear?
I find the hide and seek game he plays, a bit strange.
He's a will-o'-the-wisp, moving from place to place
not knowing where he'll blow, unrouted on a chart
This Wayfarer is the wind, a drifter without a face
To far reaches of foreign lands he chooses to race
Obeying Nature's desire, he takes the task to heart.
He wanders swiftly upon an evening's chilled breeze
Ruffling blades of sawgrass where his fingers tread
Through hanging branches of weeping willow trees
He's the reason waves crash across turbulent seas
Wayfarer rambles where he pleases, it's been said.
Yet, he'll whimsically lift a kite to delight a child
Blustering, he teases without chagrin, all day long
Or he can blaze trails of fire that rapidly run wild
through vales, charring trees until they're defiled
He sings without guilt, howling a braggartly song
A tempest traveler flutters through limbs of pines
The game he plays can be wicked or full of mirth
He doesn't abide by rules and ignores guidelines
As a friend or a villain, the Wayfarer has designs
on roaming his way on currents across the Earth.
I am here now in space and time
As life endows my simple rhymes.
Am I a soul, a wayfarer
Seeking the whole? Still no wiser!
I sense stirrings... faint melodies
That seek clearing if I but see.
I look within my intentions
To thoughts unseen... prior commotions.
I am a man — true flesh and blood;
I probe, I scan as questions flood.
I wander here... earth-bound I find;
To make things clear, I search my mind.
I linger here to catch life’s scent;
I look for cheer ere voice is spent.
With certainty, my eyes explore
This sanity — Where is the door?
Creature of light, am I a soul? —
Born to insight, by grace made whole?
A rainbow sky can touch my heart
As thoughts apply my curious start!
Thoughts become things all in due time
As senses fling some portent chime.
Am I a soul born of true light?
Unique and whole... with precious sight?
Joy fills my heart as love finds me
Playing my part — roles yet to be?
Leon Enriquez
08 January 2018
Singapore
(Note: Folio version in book flap
circa 04 September 2003)
Cheer channels clear such soothing sighs,
Opt precious play to gather more;
Soft succinct seer hurls healthy highs,
Meek moments may spawn profound spores;
Intuit bold quest where love moves joy,
Charm wears a style that honours quest.
Watch for the best to conjure ploy,
Apt poignant smiles dance with sure fest;
Yes seek to know that certain path,
Feel fond feelings sync with swift trance;
Ask light to show that poignant stuff,
Reap clear knowing in wonder's dance;
Echoes find voice where light streams flood,
Reach ample poise in surge of blood.
Leon Enriquez
23 July 2017
Singapore