Brinks Poems

Felix Culpa

Yahweh’s image! The crown of creation!
Got lured by the snake's words of elation
Did Adam and Eve wish to test their might?
Who deprived them of the angelic light?

Soon, omissions and commissions juggled.
To earn their living, each being struggled.
Friends became foes. Siblings became strangers.
Each day dawned with life-threatening dangers.

The prophets, saints, and martyrs came to save
And lead them far from the brinks of the grave.
Weren't these ways paved for the incarnation?
To cause, here on earth, true transformation?

run rabbit run

run run run run run the rabbit thinks
frightened nerves sitting on their brinks
knowing his safe bet is a place to hide
he slips under a bush, lying on his side

where did he go? wonders the owl where did he go?
he swoops close to the bush, and flies really slow
the rabbit is quiet, stops breathing almost
not wanting to be dinner or a traumatized ghost

Felix Culpa

Yahweh’s image! The crown of creation!
Did Adam and Eve wish to test their might?
The serpent’s luring words of elation
soon deprived them of the angelic light

Sins of omission and commission thrived.
Friends became foes. Siblings became strangers.
To earn their living, each being strived.
Each day dawned with life-threatening dangers.

The prophets, saints, and martyrs came to save
the fallen humans from the wicked death
and lead them far from the brinks of the grave
Didn't the creation yearn for rebirth?

Weren't these ways paved for the incarnation
to cause, here on earth, true transformation?

Empty Glasses Full Memories

We were talking and sharing drinks

Until the night pushed us to our brinks

Not enough energy left to muster chatter
 
Our words diminished to verbal clatter 

The rising sun decides the first who blinks

Torch Lake Invasion

If gold coins and silver dollars
Could turn hollow and float
On the quivering skin of Torch Lake

July backstroke of jingle
Belly rings nipple rings
This would be it

Drowning Japanese Beetles
Tossed by handfuls to the surface water
From jewelry boxes kept by robbers

What better way to give it back?
Bringing justice to generations
Of those who’ve always wondered

What exactly happened to my keepsakes?

Sky
Lake
I am cut in half at my cold waist

Like a poor boy on a rural road
Who’s come across a tipped over Brinks truck
Coughing in the hot dust
Of swimming nickels and pennies

I look around

Then wade through my newfound riches
My beggar’s palms
Scoop up the reflections

Collect to the dock bits and pieces
Of the struggling metallic creatures
And wisps of cloud sun and wind

A stirring gaudy pile
Grows of second chances
To be picked over by my kids

Who say “Eweee. Yuck. and Beautiful.
Daddy
You are a pirate. Captain Bly!”

Ey
I don’t know why I do these little things
Saving these treasures

As coin by coin takes wing
Flies away
To my kids’ great wonder.

Miracle of Life

I'm drawing plans for a fictional realm, 
Insightful brinks and a sacrifice-themed helm. 
Smoothness clings to a grip, then rots away,
Her ruby eyes are shadowed by a torn sky.

Cold, harsh hands of time cement reality, 
Consider a wild parallel to true vitality. 
I spot your inner vibe and your groove,
Wait for them until we are told to move.

Ardor pulls me and ousts me at the sight,
aired hands-held dirty web shreds on site. 
Are you going to cry away your worry?
Repair the shattered pieces of my fury.

Bind our beating souls jointly raising affection,
Yield the cosmos a color-flowing connection. 
Bind me to draw with you as we recite our tale,
Configure the skeleton with a quatrain trail.

Throw pain and swab it away from raw flesh,
From our throat, write thoughts left fresh.
A writer with omniscience named fate rosery,
Ink filled our souls till we were bleeding poetry.

Draft a proud ending and infuse it into capacity,
Sitting on the side of the soul rapt in creativity.

Written: October 06, 2022

Born To Bear Or Be Eaten

Born in the last decade of the old regime
Born a twain year before our unity to bear
All the flourishing devoid credos and pro-
phecies that foresaw our dark current futures
Possessed by omens and the Serpent’s seeds
Of rebellion bad tidings from anyplace
Were dropping and chances dwindle. In the 
Intervening time storey-buildings bloomed 
Eggheads rose to make the era theirs with 
Funds diverted abroad to squeeze the brinks
The illuminated then urinate on the poor’s
Offspring to connect them to the State how
Blind is this society in total discordance

A Fragmented World

We are all Humans, and we all endure this Earth.
Mindful, existing, and seeing stay brinks of mirth.
Strong is the endemic bond that was justly sheared. 
Several are avidly praised, while others were snubbed.

A city founded of threads is what I can set in execution.
I'll create it without a specific design or a firm foundation.
You won't be able to cruelly destroy this construction.
Bettor than that, this is a shade lathering wide validation.

Slowly, with smoke and the mist dwindling, steadily.
What I'll perform for is set you up with the territory.
The policy will lose your youthful request and math.
And waffle and gravel accrual with righteous wrath.

Drum skins, a suffocating universe, and a shivering body!
Through the maze of luck, we'll discover a suitable strategy.

Puzzlement

It’s a tryingly featured world to be in,
In which every restless heart minds 
Pleasant principal affairs of its own;
Where spurned soul no solace finds. 

It’s an unresting space to occupy,
Where every stirring brain thinks 
Of its own idiosyncratic concerns;
Where tired limbs totter on brinks. 

It’s an interesting place to have share
In unique diaries of fellow sojourners, 
Sparing oneself yet giving some part
To other mortals of diverse manners. 

It’s a pretty striking existence to pass
Best seasons doing stuff you’ll leave,
And still feel okay despite knowledge
You’ll lose all fiscal efforts that peeve.

Brinks

A man has a plan
for reasons unknown
to go over the falls in a barrel..
Starting in calm dark waters
into white caps of unknown.
Picking up speed-jostled about
a pinball on the rocks
now at the brink
where horizon meets sky.
A manic carnival ride
into the roars of white lions
between life and light
suspended in splendor
drop of blood in a blender
bulb pierces the devil's hole
cracks to whirling damnation
a bloody carnation
then silence..

Retrievers in yellow vests
tossing large steely hooks 
into the froth and snags
feeling for the tug of death..
A weighted green body bag
from glory to the morgue
toe tagged
Cold.

Hear Some Music

She know's she can't afford this life
I guess someone will
stand amused.
beyond the contracts, the fortune and fame
it's kinda hard to get people hip
to the game, little like listening, and a whole
 lot of understanding. Some times you see these Bankday Broads
turn nice men into monster. And on the other hand you seesome of these peasants
turn their Gal's into pro's. The script is on the strip, and it aint groceries
the punk is negocating!
In my own way, sometimes, like those who liken there selves to the life, a celebrity is a star, but a wealthy singer
aint nothing but smart. You gotta be able to no what you doing, before you let someone else do-it for you, or to you you know!

Article from the Book, Rock and Roll Diva's and StoneCold crooners! Ballad by Beezwax, written by Delgrin Meatus, @001 From the samples of "Greatful Men" written by Fool soo Branchez, 1952 Newsman Music Company.

Surprise

Seek succinct say with wise word wealth,
Urge cheer to ground fine vistas here;
Reap happy play in lavish health,
Prize ample sounds of profound cheer;
Ask joy to seed the feisty feel,
Such is the quest that flavours thrill;
Sense willing need for love that heals.
Surprise true fest with fond goodwill,
Unplug mad greed and lies that scheme;
Rich rapture soars beyond lost cause,
Place timely feed within warm theme;
Ripe posture pours beyond lame pause,
Ink words that link a brand new whole,
Sacred space brinks upon wise role,
Embrace fond think in precious soul.




Leon Enriquez
08 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT

Glamorous Girl

Magnificent, magnificent is your beauty 
Your smile is speciality, oh! The glam girl 
Mistress of all ladies 
The authority of beauty is rest on your shoulder 

I bow to your glorious beauty 
That lived in the heart of men 
I have surrendered before you 
You are the mistress I am the minion 

Oh!  Glamorous Girl, 
I am in love with you 
I am completely drunk 
In the new ambiance you unfurl 
The matter is totally out of hand 
With that dazzling makeup 
You winks at me fatally 

Glamorous Girl 
You are the new hope to my life 
You even brought new dream along 
With a single swung you touch my heart 
And add a special sparkle to my life 

Glamorous Girl 
Your youth is at it brinks 
It you that rule the kingdom of every man's heart 
You ageless beauty that fluctuate side by side 
I am stunned to see your beauty little princess
The heart is overwhelmed by your laughter 
I want to have a taste in your divine love 
Glamorous Girl magnificent is your beauty

Book Miniatures

Art verge brinks,
Cute small things;
Deep charm links,
Small books bring.


Touch feels fine,
Small books lure;
Such cute lines,
Sense thoughts pure.


In book face,
So much thought;
Sheer fine space,
For dense lot.


Small in size,
Glimpse fond feel;
A grand prize,
Touch now heals.


Surge of form,
In small page;
Crisp this norm
To etch sage.




Leon Enriquez
14 October 2017
Singapore

Tour Here

Tour here
Greets fond fare
Sparks clear
Wonder's ware


Sit still
Watch world swirl
New thrills
In calm twirls


This place
Where I sit
Glimpse space
Feel fond wit


Time now
Waits for me
Know how 
Thus sets free


Wild child
Can sit still
Smile mild
Wear goodwill


Purge noise
See things move
Wise choice 
Let voice groove


Time steers
What heart syncs
Rhymes cheer
Warm touch brinks


Words sum
Journal page
Thoughts come 
Watch feel stage


Just be
Stop and think
Then see
Soul now link


Be free
Watch simply
Beauty
Rhymes easy




Leon Enriquez
13 May 2017
Singapore

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