This day, ablaze, its setting due
Shall not dim scat.
As its own source of flamy light
Two conjoined hearts
Will see to that!
Rapturous toned, in buzzing through
Blossomy air.
Nor that heard for present delight
But through whose love
Will shake as fair.
A spider very elegantly weaves,
Betwixt walls or roofs or clandestine eaves;
Net-like, silky-spin-like, royal-yarn-like,
When torn, weaves from the start again, lifelike...!
Who taught this tiny creature such wonder?
Umbrella-like, lace-shrine-like, hearts plunder;
Who on earth do any humans entwine?
Though having entire energy spent in...?
Flowery forms! Curvedly curly shapes!
Blossomy glow-some; nicely nestled capes;
The creator has made things creative,
Incomprehensibly innovative...!!!
21 February 2023
The softness is what spellbinds us.
Outfacing, overall
A day-view and a dream-vision!
Earthly and idealic.
Thickly misted; for what's pink hung.
Sky-boughed. Sky-romantic!
That, just now, shadowing across
Unforeseen, in a breeze?
Our life's short-lived fragility!
None over this would drool!
Who's look, barely has time spoiling;
Fuji's eternal cool.
My Love for the World has always been Really
Really Blossomy
You Look at me and you see a Timely Person
I have lived to see a World garnering for progress
Where Love Conquers even an honourable
Peace
So Let Love Lead in a spectacular manner
And a Unity formed for a Strong Forte.
Screaming gently in glee
Frigid winter ends softly
Nature displays her beauty
As morning sun strikes in color plenty
Life continues with spring gaiety
In floral, flowered, blooming blossomy
Made of earth from God's artistry
My special angel, you are watching over me,
In the days of holly, or when it is blossomy.
A secret friend, following me through my days,
Though others may go, your love remains always.
Whenever trouble comes, your might is revealed,
As a hidden garden where beauty's been concealed.
An everloving heart, and knowing mystical eyes,
Your address lies in heaven, as the crow flies!
Is it wise to be so open?
I mean, a poet, if true
to his paper and ink,
is there for all to read;
My cover well tattered…
lots of greasy finger-marks
and coffee-stains – some
blood – those nasty paper-
cuts; but what life worth
a chronicle if all blossomy,
well pruned; reflections
sparkling in a fancy beveled
mirror, free from the many
shards that bleed great works
into print? We are a strange
lot; in that our questions go
far deeper than any face,
covering far more ground
than any expression would
indicate – I heard somewhere,
maybe I said it, that love
is not where you find it
as much as where it is
taken; I think more, that,
we bring our hearts to every
breakfast...and the dinners,
though few and far between,
are banquets even gods and
goddesses, manipulators of
of us sensitive, perhaps very
flawed creatures, will eternally
envy….
Warm sunlight
Dance of fond beams;
Touch of magic
~~~~~~~~~
Lovely lady
Walks with beauty;
Blossomy bright
~~~~~~~~~
Day hurls
Shadows flee;
Sun beams smile
~~~~~~~~~
Uncertainty
Presides well;
Only men wallow
~~~~~~~~~
Drop by drop
Pretty things gather;
An entire ocean
~~~~~~~~~
Somnolent weather
Hot and humid;
Sticky intrusion
~~~~~~~~~
Petty characters
Argue and fight;
Drama in a flash
~~~~~~~~~
Waltz in sure spill
Bliss ever thrills;
Whim moves will
~~~~~~~~~
New playground here
Childlike moods swings;
New buzz glows
~~~~~~~~~
Look and see
Beauty blooms;
Mystic moments
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
07 April 2016
Singapore
One part of the song I sing
This morning in lovely moment
Vermillion in her forehead she comes
The cool dew sweet rhythm with
This is the morning, Which I love
Like foreign voice, The birds greeting to
Flock of parrots, Go over the top of her head
Recognise this morning all to
River's high land snail now climbing upward
And the beach in high land crocodile, Flightless birds plays
Himalaya snow over head carry the load
Very beautiful to look
Nature has now washing away the dew
On the wings of time warp
You in the morning, As I want
Ah your pretty head open by
Peace out cool smiling your smile
I am seeing you, To wash away
Holy open on your feet
Lover your heart in the middle
Blossomy on your beautiful face
Just like that, I want to see you
Morning you come again and again
Sweet scented petals descend on the breeze; fragrant farewell,
Memories entwine in rivers of tears; love cannot dispel
Dark clouds obscure the future and the sun in living hell
Temple chimes echo sounds of life passing - a solitary bell.
Cherry blossom heavy with mournful tears for another year
The burden too great yet it is carried in unseen fear
Pink and blue petals falling on ornate oak… they bring no cheer
A white rose alone on the brassy plaque says – I am here
Watching petals fall, silent wishes – they just disappear
Yet in breaths of Sakura sweetened air – I feel you near.
Soft spring winds blow the petals over the vacant dell
With life bring energy and wonder to each blood cell
The scent of honey on blossomy breezy that says all is well
And there is no more pain in the divine – where you dwell.
Same puzzle, same math
Same circle, same path
One bore, another go
one rise, another fall
Life’s full of unexpected coincidence and surprises
Won’t know what’s gonna happen the next seconds
Same dream, same vision
Same goal, same ambition
One earn another loose
One hurray another buzz
Life’s full of diversal events
Though face whatever it holds
Same world, same revolution
Same word, same question
One come throne another overthrown
One blossomy grown another weaken drawn
Life’s full of unpredictable mystery
Can’t be unraveled even if it dug way deeply
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