Demon, bitter are thy days.
Pore o'er, anima.
Raking leaves for bonfires? Blaze.
Ice within me, thaw.
Weathervane, point to the stars?
Sky is full of these.
Half the year, like lids on jars.
Hide, O mysteries.
Blossom, honeysuckle.
Grow wild as ivy vines.
Knees of challenger, buckle.
Ocean, boil thy brines.
Tempest, grow tall. Hurl, O cloud.
Gun, thy machine nest.
Famous faces, lost in crowds?
Blessed bid bile best.
Ray of sun, burn evil out?
Sure, if sure you can.
Shade, what is thy life about?
Love, span what's began.
Frenzied fate, sing. Loud, my Muse.
Hound dog, quiet bay?
Proserpina, disabuse?
Well, sir, I just may.
Gauntleted fist, hard thy strike?
Don't fall off thy bike.
Spend time with a girl you like.
Barracuda? Pike.
Spike atop the city walls?
He who mills then mauls.
Chaos, how thy dancing calls!
Entropy, thy awls.
Perception, thrum! Warp, thy woof.
Steady heartbeat, ply.
Gambrel are the peaked roof?
Dreamer, thought must fly...
Seasonal flows are flowing
in sequence to a seasonal
warmth
A satellite hoovers like
a distant cloud
in an atmosphere which is neither
might not support
or which has not been seen in many days
microbial species within the salty brines of
Jezero's Crater
talks of yesterdays
the only planet in the solar
system to be inhabited by
robots
facting and gathering
while scientist do there part
Parts per million
the itchy hands of
prospectors
found Hematite
to awaken the greed of man
the desire to extract and own
makes rocket maker say
yes we can
they consort and collaborate
to create a suitible
place to exsist
Mars the planet closet
in size
there might be large
Gold feilds
You remember oceans
Filling your wet footprints
With foam and salty brines
The tracks you left upon
Seashell crusted shorelines
You remember oceans
As immense illusions
Irregular and curled
Cutting slanted cliffs from
The wild ends of the world
You remember oceans
Majestic and complete
Like your heart
when whales dive
Under aqua castles
Where coral is alive
You remember oceans
In shifting turquoise green
Dawn gold to midnight blue
And, when tides are pulling
Oceans remember you
04/09/22
Sleeping cloud to the rising sun
Blue envelop of the pink sky
Calling you with opening eyes
Horizontal yolk drawing paths
The folks of birds flying away
Flute of the cowboy catching all
Flowery bed on the spaced mind
Monsoon rain splattering the brines
Without love bodies are unkind
Twilight roaming the dark fire
Hiss sounds alluring the passion
Moonlight guiding us to ancient
Silence there in antique desires
Breaths creating all breaths in care
Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee
Heed heart
Apt art
Sign start
Blood brines
Love lines
Frame fine
Glimpse grip
Time trip
Sweet sip
Set sail
Fear fails
Taste trails
Words wet
Soft set
Blush bet
Hurl hope
Stage scope
Raw rope
Faith frees
Touch tees
Boom be
Love lifts
Grand gifts
Soul sifts
Calm craft
Dream draft
Rich raft
Leon Enriquez
23 June 2019
Singapore
Wit words fit
To string bits
Joy sans toy
Works last ploy
Deep this sleep
As dream weeps
Will sits still
To know fill
Space greets trace
In fond ace
Lore knows more
In love's core
Lines rhyme fine
As salt brines
Flow meets show
As soul knows
Dream fond dream
As life streams
Mime on time
Moves crisp chimes
Tend each end
As style trends
Leon Enriquez
05 May 2019
Singapore
Sense how you see in light that shows,
Thrill the fond gist with a calm feel;
Ink thoughts that free just what you know,
Live in the mist where true touch heals;
Lines in verse space move rhymes that urge,
Nurture fine touch as wit greets lot;
Etch in brisk pace as zest prompts surge,
Silence primes much as fun meets slot;
Still watch your will echo in time.
Mind what you say lest fear speaks out,
Opt a deep thrill that brines with rhymes;
Voice that free play as faith booms shout,
Embrace the mood that love distills,
Speak only good where poise binds feel.
Leon Enriquez
19 March 2019
Singapore
Time wings by
Flips lost page
Heed odd sigh
At this stage
Purge old box
Tales now dim
Hoax de-tox
Feels calm slim
Angst blames jest
Purge sad strains
Blot wise fest
Hurt brines pain
Pain knows gain
In harsh truth
Not in vain
Just for proof
Odd lines surge
In vain lot
Watch nice urge
Merge with thought
Leon Enriquez
09 November 2018
Singapore
Senses now hinge
Upon thoughts strange,
A sensuous tinge
Fronts beauty's range.
Strange as strange seems
Upon odd spark,
A lovely theme
Confronts sure mark.
Beauty knows best
The arc of wit,
For in the quest
Blunt fest can fit.
So many chimes
Where beauty glows,
Now we seize times
In sensuous flow.
Autumn brines fling
Of lavish daze,
Cold chill now springs
In icy craze.
Beauty must sleep
In wintry rhymes,
Here thoughts now peep
In sleepy times.
By foot paths lost
In sweeping cold,
Odd scenes now cost
What dreams unfold.
Leon Enriquez
05 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
Style
Now piles
Such warm smiles
Grace
Grooms space
Feel light trace
Stuff
Blooms laughs
Sure enough
Ploy
Now toys
Watch pure joy
Gift
Prompts lift
Warm cheer sifts
Be
Just see
Love set free
Fine
Fond lines
Feel now brines
Feel
Time heal
Tears that spill
Face
***** space
Odd words race
Light
Sculpts bright
Prompt soul flight
Thought
Moves plot
As change slots
Leon Enriquez
09 November 2017
Singapore
Voice in sure choice such ample wit,
Observe the thrill of how you feel;
Love wears a poise with easy fit,
Urge knows a fill in ink stain quill;
Play of word brines where ideas swirl,
Thought cleavage shows in focal trance;
Use vivid lines to paint your world,
Oblige due passage in plot and dance;
Unfurl the pulse of deeper flow,
See beyond sense in visual flight.
Watch fond impulse churn gaze that shows,
Attest mad tense in fragrant light;
Yes in a dash of fresh and flesh,
Spur of wild clash in dazzling flash!
Leon Enriquez
08 September 2016
Singapore
Heart
Mind arts
End and start
Soul
One whole
Pole to pole
Mind
***** signs
Create finds
Form
Odd norms
Sweet sour storms
Taste
Such haste
Mess sweeps waste
Touch
Curl nudge
Bear vain grudge
Feel
What heals
Kind goodwill
Hear
Sound ears
Boom brines here
Smell
Scents tell
Where you dwell
See
Just be
Wild and free
Sense
Vain tense
Air floods dense
Live
Just give
Ditch pet peeve
Plot
See lots
Frame good thoughts
Ink
Bold think
Forge fine links
Charm
Speak calm
Spread warm balm
List
Verse gist
Sign wise lease
Show
Wise glow
Dream now flows
Be
Just see
Grand beauty
Leon Enriquez
18 May 2015
Singapore
A lighthouse blinked deep in the shadows' gray
a fog-horn bordered at the distanced lines,
few stars were scattering above the bay
and scintillating mirrored in my eyes;
- my eyes were focusing upon the brines,
two forms outlined inside the nightly coals
and danced our waltz above the waves and shoals.
Betrothal blossoming of western winds
that blow the cumulus across the quay,
melds with the rising mist, the moon rescinds,
and fades in deepnesses of the dark sea;
beyond the shores the tidings brought to me,
the moonlight drenched in silver waves of flame,
and thenceforth heard his heart, and felt his claim.
I breathed his lonesome air, my soul's accord,
o mother of caressing waves' soft voice,
embraced I was, the silvering award
became my terminal, demanding choice;
inside the crystal night I felt rejoice ,
and in my tiny hands run his reply,
my destiny, the sea, and silent cry.
..
5/6/2014.© Giorgio Veneto, Gautami Phookan. All rights reserved
.
Tale in a sale,
Spice with fine price;
Veil that shrouds pale,
Prize that fits vice.
Take what you make,
Dyke to speak right;
Stake a fine break,
Sight comes with light.
Glow with wise show,
Reach what you preach;
Flow as you grow,
Beach as you teach.
Laugh at vain stuff,
Thought helps the plot;
Rough can be tough,
Slot brines buzz lot.
Say to the way,
Deep in sure sleep;
Pay well for play,
Weep for vain keep.
Run to sweet fun,
See what you see;
Pun in hot sun,
Glee styles to be.
Note that old rote,
Mad in grime bad;
Vote for the tote,
Glad in things sad.
Look for wise book,
Tense clouds each sense;
Crook in a nook,
Cleanse blur old lens.
Way casts in clay,
Soul bland and cold;
Pay then each day,
Cold sweat takes hold.
How fits your brow,
Free what you see;
Now zest can plough,
Be your own fee.
Fling joy you sing,
Ink a bold link;
Bring a new thing,
Brink verge of ink.
Leon Enriquez
03 October 2014
Singapore
Days with pain are yet to come
So as such the heart would bleed
Over the hole life has made
From which it’s been sprouted as seed
And the emptiness would hammer hard
On the broken and shattered heart.
The past would whisper into the core of mind
The future would fear with brines in eyes
Over the silence that shout aloud
Under the stillness of a dark cloud
‘return back’, as I’ll scream out
With cycles of life, though the prayers are bound.
As would I hug a vacuum tight
And love it, caress it, with all delight
Wait for it to reverse back love
Kiss me, console me with a few word
And the illusion would last no long
Nightmares follow with the wake of dawn.
And so I enter the door open
With fearful eyes for what is to come
And find it better to love in pure form
Than in the form of flowers over a mourn
So pace the life with love around
You never know when pain’ll surround…
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