Boomerangs Poems

VOICE OVER a verbal happening

I speak
                     aloud


I pause
                  my voice echos

I speak again
                          who listens

my voice 

         rebounds back
 
             it boomerangs

just a sound
                     but

my voice

               identifies me

An Ode to Love

 Love is a smile, a tear, a touch
Love says it all and means so much
Truly love's what happiness is
Pure contentment, delightful bliss
Love is gentle and love's refined
Love is what brings us peace of mind
It is the language of one's heart
Devotion in a craft of art
A gift of joy in every way 
Love is the splendour of one's day.

Loving someone above oneself
That is the true meaning of wealth
Being together all life through
A unity made just for two
Love is the key that turns one's heart
Love is forever from the start
The sunshine that brightens all days
Bringing joy in so many ways
Love weaves a blissful habitat
And love always boomerangs back.

Love raises up one's inner soul
Love is feeling special and whole
It's the fire that keeps hearts burning 
Through life's many twisted turning
Love ignites the spirit aglow
Along the years that come and go
Love is a reason for living
Two souls receiving and giving
Love's an eternal rhapsody 
An ode to love’s sweet melody.

Cause and Effect

if we could
would we still
claim the spoils

bleeding heart
bears witness
to its death

dark intent
thrust of lust
boomerangs

26-January-2023

Tricube

Irreconcilable Paradox

Law of karma states our karma boomerangs
We get back what we give 
Hate begets hate, help gives help
If we do bad, bad will happen to us

This obviously implies that those who do bad to us 
are doing so under the direction of God
because God wants to punish us

Does that mean bad doers are exempt from law of karma?
That we should accept all miseries without trying for solution
That everytime we do something bad
 we should see God working through us and not repent 

But that doesn't happen
All are punished for every mistake

It seems God is making us do bad deeds
 and punishing for same.

If that's the case why should scriptures exhort us
to do good deeds?

An irreconcilable paradox indeed

17th Feb 2022

For Edward Ibeh,	This or That, Vol 10

Fears and Desires

No
sooner
we negate
a contraction
by the force of will,
repression boomerangs
until we choose to transcend,
now looking without attachment,
thereby feeding not ego borne fear,
which then does vanish, never to return.

Likewise, desires which engulf our being
are but fleeting delusional forms,
which soon fade away, if unfed,
leaving us free to embrace
and release each impulse,
as master of thought,
free from clutches
of these ghosts
turned to
dust.

06-June-2021

Rainy Weather

Today the weather s rainy,
There are puddles everywhere.

Raincoats and umbrellas,
Boots equip us for the weather.

The raindrops splash in the puddles,
Creating ripples.

Spring you could see the sparrows,
Bathing in the puddles.

What a delight they are to watch,
Father and I used to sit on the bench and observe them.

Parents and children like to walk in the puddles,
Dressed for the weather.

Looking forward to the sunny weather,
When the sun comes out and dries up all the rain.

All is well again the wind comes along,
Chases the kites in the air.

Parents and children come with their frisbees and boomerangs,
Walking through the park.

There is a delicious picnic lunch,
For parents and children to enjoy.
  
Maybe you could see a rainbow in the sky,
When the sky clears, days of spring appear.

Author:Gwen von Erlach Schutz
.

Meat Boomerang

Slinging boomerangs from a faraway crag.
             Over ocean, mountain and the tundra of living.
                             Slicing chests of the wayward and vulnerable.
                 Seeding souls with fear of the greatest alone.
             Circling back to grasp the palm of the slingers.
Wearing the red meat from the heart of dreamers.

Amend the Amendment

I propose amending
the U.S. Second Amendment.

The right to own and transport and fire arms
shall be constrained
to include only those who demonstrate sufficient mental health
to have no desire to own and transport and fire ballistic arms,
because they are bad for Earth's environment,
and not so great for assured mutual health and safety.

Hunters
with sufficient mental health
prefer bows and arrows
and fishing poles,
and possibly javelins,
or maybe even boomerangs.

Gundabooka Sam

Gundabooka  Sam

Old Sam squats at Gundabooka
Somewhere out the back of Bourke,
He lives in a shanty hut,
Doesn't seem to do much work,
He wears rope-held trousers
And a long-john undershirt,
His crumpled hat's seen better days
Always covered in red dirt.

Old Sam he has a kookie
That sits upon his hat,
It always laughs its loudest
When Sam reaches for a pat,
He also has a hairy-nose
That follows him around,
That is when that wombat's 
Not digging in the ground.

Sam, Sam, from Gundabooka
Always quick with an outback yarn,
Tells tales of  outback men
And how some came to harm,
You can hear his raucous laugh
When he cracks a bush joke,
Rolling, rollicking, frolicking,
He's one hell of a squatting bloke.

Sam’s hair and beard are quite red
Although the locals aren’t quite sure,
If it’s just where the red dust gathered,
Maybe they were  black well before,
The time he came to live
In his Gundabooka shack,
So far off the beaten path
Even the boomerangs don’t come back.

Haiku Moment 3

Morning drizzle
Skyline looks teary;
Jogging feet struggle

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New penthouse suite
By midtown place;
Blessings of peace

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Time moves swiftly
Flying away;
Seize interlude

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Small talk empties
Chit-chat delays;
Time oozes fast

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Two black birds
Morning choral;
Balcony duet

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Tropical heatwave
Humid sticky sweat;
Air-con relief

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Mall sales boomerangs
Petty touting;
Urgent campaign

~~~~~~~~~~


Toy dog runs barking
Pink hair dye;
Same as lady master

~~~~~~~~~~


Childcare kids
Sing-song repetition;
Old nursery rhymes

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Fragments of writes
Verse lines on-the-fly;
Haiku mood swing

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Shopping lists
Foodstuff to buy;
Procure satisfaction

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Time beyond
Chance upon;
Space now on

~~~~~~~~~


Mailbox full
Nobody's home;
Other matters call

~~~~~~~~~




Leon Enriquez
10 July 2016
Singapore

Caterpillars Many Feet Many Boots

The suitable ramblings of a plate of acorn and carrots to a listening ear of a squirrel squire is very very good news for a bed of voltaic leaves.Vehemently described by a small stone to be akin to radio station chattering. Babbling brook then. Oh good. Oh how one must look in amazement at the many radishes who arrive in uniform with badges. Clanking a clicking. Clocking a clinger. Danger is in the harbours where resides a 8000 long lobster. Whose antics are unpleasant and displease the many ships of cakes floating upon the waves. Juniper is Jupiter. And juvenile crimes of a  pile of mud is an archaically archived delivery. How quite pleased is a 67 metres of a sky. Bus building baking breathing breastplate boomerangs breadsticks bang. And in a Penang architecture is often quite outstanding. Far freezer freeing fakes formations. Was washing wasting waiting willing wildly wildlife. And look there is a tiny two inch caterpillar many legs many boots many miles many many moons. Ha hmm xx Stupefaction *** z .

Mystification Z

Peapods are like shells. Now that's quite amazing really. How incredibly interesting but the buttons do not dance. Slithering on a slide then. But slither is neither a quaver or a crochet so colouring in would be fun at this point so go grab two hundred and fifty pens and a black and white atlas. Booming boomerangs bang bang bang. Ooh. Haven having heaping hogs HOGS no hogsheads involved in the curliest tail. *** calibre *** designed *** fashionable *** trepidation *** treatment *** ping pong pigs *** in and around pubs *** hahahaha and a dream of a sudden change xxxx mystification z

Place and Time

air makes no sound but even a whisper has  bass in 
               the voice of the wind.
                place and time to take the mask off of words, how to move?
                 what to show? when windows to the soul has people looking in.
                      image becomes the strings to puppets that grows longer
                  then Pinnocio's nose.
                 run as free as we want around gods-green-earth but
                 boomerangs will always come back to the point from where
                 they where thrown.
                 arrivals and departures . what comes back to me could be
                 nothing less then universal law.
                 so was the cost of all the old broken hearts given in exchange
                 for a life -time of pain , leaving mines permanently scared?
                      and if so ill place a smile on my face whenever I have to
                      carry this load.
                      re-reading pages, leaving book-marks on certain chapters im
                      shown sense in every mans life there is a story to be told.

Prelude

Presume that good boomerangs good;
Rest on this truth to inspire zest;
Expect fine moods to flood soul food;
Live ample proof in your firm quest;
Use mystic laws that flow and form;
Do frame fond thought with profound play;
Expose the flaws of man-made norms.
Peace follows plot in feel that stays;
Ask to be pure in mind and heart;
Seek to know more of miracles;
See and be sure of touch you start;
Ask for grand stores, and joy's cradle;
Grace brings calm light to show you how;
Embark with sights that heals you now.


Leon Enriquez
06 July 2014
Singapore

Fragments

Confronting conflict
So much to say;
Not much said


Momentary surge
Foolish inquisition;
Curiosity rambles


Trial and error
Foresight blurring;
Curious burdens pain


Age feels fatigue
Turmoil in body-mind;
Forgetfulness lingers


Wandering in circles
Arrival starts ending;
Hurl new departures


Moment to moment
Change boomerangs;
Jigsaw puzzle gamble


Hidden agendas
Many pieces void;
Crazy feelings loiter


Empty passageways
Dark dreary corridors;
Ancient musky odours


Ice cream vendor
Push-cart existence;
Rainy weather losses


Self-destruct mode
Severe gambling losses;
Avaricious woes


Joyride nightmare
Cold sweat agony;
Morning uprising


Uncertain agenda
Confusion descends;
Insane mentality


Man in the street
Mind your own business;
Law of the jungle



Leon Enriquez
14 June 2014
Singapore

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