I did not think you knew what an azimuth was, I said to Guy.
“I am not a Neolithic,” he told me with a sniff, I know why…
Some people misjudge this brilliant child of two months past twelve.
His mind goes where others have never had the chance to delve.
What do you use it for? I asked, testing him just a bit.
“to install satellite dishes,” he said. He is a precocious little chit.
We were at the Wambuul river where the Casuarina trees grow.
Not an elegant place, but it suited us down to each toe.
Guy suggested knapping a bit of flint while we were here.
I had some of my tools so I said “of course, why not? where?”
His mind was lightyears away, for he had his brain in a book.
Reading about quasars, for his mind grabs knowledge like a hook.
Categories:
casuarina, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Sufficient hydration, she descended the sub-alpine track, distinctive inferno pine scent and the casuarina fragrance formed a perfume mix.
Arriving at a large rock, immediately crashes gently, her limbic suspension of both hands as a neutralizer for gravity, stops.
I am satisfied in front as a martyr, she is like a pendulum. In the nasti motion style, to hold her, heavy load.
Shift a few inches, grinding the ground, as the force of the collision, rush of breath, thirst, the sound of gulping water, chewing.
She chanted about circumference, cappellaing over his nesting clinks and fingers,
Fresh air,
clear sky,
light breeze,
towering mountain.
Looking at each other after reading the writing in the old paper.
I don't know what gestures are memeable style, full of etiquette.
Categories:
casuarina, addiction, appreciation, beauty,
Form: Free verse
Giving a mystical inlander,
far-reaching to fall on dormant,
grip in the wilds of Mount Arjuna.
Trembling fingers,
gently caressed,
the pile of soil wet,
as Roombutter melted.
Casuarina seedlings,
sculpt beautiful grooves,
wailing to Lord,
the pine grows fertile.
The remnants, a glory deer valley,
symphonized jungle fowl sound,
beyond tumultuous Krontjong tones,
An illegal logger Meneer relaxes.
Categories:
casuarina, environment, mountains,
Form: Free verse
SNAGGED
We trod the dusty path home from school, mottled
with casuarina shadows.
Gurgling ripples gave way to deep pools, my brother
skipping stones.
Khaki Campbell ducks brought chuckles.
Tipping back their heads,
water dripped from beaks, filtered, from their prey.
One day at the brook, a back-cast. The hook snagged
our friend in the base of his thumb. Dad frowned.
Reckon you could hold still, while I open it up a bit?
Robin nodded, gritting his teeth. At nine he didn’t
utter a sound, while Daddy’s sharpest
pocket knife sliced into flesh.
Blood flowed. I watched and howled.
Robin ashen.Silent.
Well, done, son it’s out.
Categories:
casuarina, 4th grade, age, character,
Form: Free verse
Witness to secrets
Ancient casuarina tree
By old school field
Witness to naughty boys
Mischievous fooling around
By that football field
Witness to so many
School day conversations
By these common corridors
Witness to the crazy games
Cheeky stuff about pretty girls
By the city thoroughfare
Witness to a new ambience
This art museum presides
By distant memorabilia
Witness to old secrets
Adolescent fantasies
By schoolboy nostalgia
Witness to commotions
Present day philosophies
Casuarina twilight
Leon Enriquez
19 September 2014
Singapore
Categories:
casuarina, change,
Form: Free verse
Dewdrops sparkle
In blurry light;
Grass veiled in mist
Violet flower buds
Props on climbers;
Fence garlands display
Moments here
Lingering softly;
Awaiting sunrise
Sanguine sensations
Tender touch of August;
Rain quenching dry earth
Saturday styles
National Day rehearsal;
Road block barricades
Crowded congestion
Marina Bay Floating Platform;
Final Preview commotion
Rise to the occasion
Nothing else matters;
Focus on intentions
Busy preparations
No distractions allowed;
Outcome dictates tact
By grass verge
New blooms emerge;
Unnoticed fragrance
Song in the wind
Grass seeds fly;
Away from good earth
Affairs of the heart
Nobody understands;
Love triangle
Morning caress
Casuarina tree surprise;
Glimpse old apparitions
Being sees
Becoming fruits;
Plain truth attends
Leon Enriquez
02 August 2014
Singapore
Categories:
casuarina, august,
Form: Haiku
Journeys begin
Watch pulse of heart;
Intent conspires
Old Casuarina tree
By school compound;
Witness to history
Stormy morning
Thunder and lightning;
Moody weather lashing
My old school dome
Now a museum;
To cement yesterday
Book shop retreat
Between covers;
Too much to know
Tour agency desk
Brisk bookings;
Now here or somewhere?
Chinatown hotspot
People congregate;
Worship by shopping
Ancestral shrine
We commune here;
Our forebears await
Clogged intersections
Crossroad commentary;
Noisy traffic jam
Leon Enriquez
31 July 2014
Singapore
Categories:
casuarina, art,
Form: Haiku
Two young lovers
Seeing eye to eye;
Ecstatic romance
Promises made
Language of love;
Reality can be harsh
July sun-bathing
Local fruitage surprise:
Durians, mangosteens, rambutans!
Two yellow butterflies
Zigzagging flight path;
Bourgainvillea landing
Sweet nectar sip
Momentary focus;
Long haul to tall casuarina
Old banyan tree witness
School boy quarrels echo;
All gone away
Time passes quickly
So many ambitious kids;
Now preside over meetings
Old school mates
Chance encounter;
Discuss happenings
Witty old father checks
Vivacious mother tags;
Facebook excursions
Fancy smart phones
Tablets for dummies;
Slow learning curve
Purple flowers
Creeping vines on fence;
Morning salutation
Morning Glory flowers
Here at dawn;
Gone by dusk
Leon Enriquez
23 July 2014
Singapore
Categories:
casuarina, adventure,
Form: Haiku
I was once yours
Take this photo for instance...a toothless girl on the back of two legs.
The folded side is you!
That day we shared an ice cake sitting on the bench.
Then I went running, shooing the birds feeding on rice grains in the swept yard.
On another day, we scoured the forest for dry cinnamon wood
and you reminded me of Christmas.
The casuarina branch we cut trailing behind me like a fat broom.
We sang our songs which echoed off the trees.
I kissed the coco plums before eating them.
Something in me grew silently then, but not around me.
Madness came with the absence of serenity which in you lurked.
Emptied my belly of all fire, feeding me with myself,
more than rage and spite.
Many kisses after that bore no sweetness.
I kept looking for sincerity in rivers where everything plummeted down,
where tenderness holds no hands and hearts are debris in crazed currents.
Then, I remembered, looking through the glass,
this is the day you scooped me up, the day you pushed flowers into my seams.
And we went trudging again, telling tales of dragonflies in the rain.
Categories:
casuarina,
Form: Free verse
Mandurah, cruises, jingle bells,
The lake house splendor in shooting stars dwell,
Tremendous Christmas without snow, implicitly the stunner glide,
Black phantom unveil the cloak of his clandestine pride,
Scintillation gigantic Casuarina Equisetifolia ornament tree,
Embellish the solitude's dew which endorsed by the clasp of glee,
Dear Christmas Eve, I am your bride,
Let me merry you by the simplicity of thee pride
Author's Note:
Mandurah : Situated on Western Australia's beautiful coastline about 72km
south of Perth
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5th place
SEASON OF LIGHTS, DELIGHTS & ENLIGHTENMENT: OUR GLOBAL COMMUNITY Free Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Cyndi MacMillan
Categories:
casuarina, holiday, nostalgia, christmas, christmas,
Form: Kyrielle