Also named the hummingbird vine
the hummingbirds adore this bud
it is a perennial beauty
a star shaped flower so divine;
with varied shades it loves to flood
the garden, she is so lovely
that the bearded thornbills pine
for her sweet nectar summer sud
and love, she is a sight to see
This flower blossoms with ol' shine
inviting him for gentle scud
across the gentle folds with glee;
She consigns her candied nectar,
to a hummingbird injector.
June 14, 2023
Sponsor Joseph May
Contest Name Trilonnet Chose Image # 3
We feel the surge of magnetism divine
filling our emptiness, as we align
with the love pulsation, choosing to merge
as bliss currents benign, gently so purge
core of our consciousness as God assigns
Shifting from I-me-mine to Thee-Thou-Thine
self existent love, for love alone pines
paving way for the divine bliss upsurge
we feel the surge
As detached presence, self to love consigns
voice of the conscience becomes our guideline
in-form nodes, to the pulse divine converge
within Gods light we completely submerge
melding at last within His sublime shrine
we feel the surge
19-March-2021
Our thoughts suspect, if rooted in desire
Swirled in the storm, monk alone stands erect
Oh hermit! Let love set our heart afire
All ego borne cravings, lead to lament
Desires precede thought, which we then project
Seeming reality, we ourself sire
Dream sequence, which best by nonchalance met
Our thoughts suspect, if rooted in desire
Our dream ends when the dreamed object retires
On severing with attachments, it’s pact
Pure presence consigns ego to the pyre
Swirled in the storm, monk alone stands erect
Aligned with conscience, life play is perfect
Hollowed out form seeks nothing to acquire
Thus immune from karmic cause and effect
Oh hermit! Let love set our heart afire
Crafty ego draws us into its lair
Hypnotic illusions we take as fact
Pursuit of mirage, for which we aspire
All ego borne cravings, lead to lament
By free will, we grant lower mind consent
Dwelling therein, repenting at leisure
Silence and stillness ensures our ascent
Reclaiming freedom; our soul not for hire
Our thoughts suspect
06-January-2021
Chizzie,
Your magical kiss electrifies my poor soul,
it soothes my dry tongue with your salivary honey.
It satisfies my innate needs like money
earnestly sought for to meet every set goal
listed in a schedule of a lifetime's needs.
Any time I gaze at you, your beauty feeds
my creative imagination with words
that would strike any heart with a thousand swords.
Your entertaining presence is rewarding,
every nice moment of it is worth studying.
It sets my loving heart ablaze with passion,
and consigns boredom to utter extinction.
Chizzie,
When will our love be sealed with your covenant kiss?
which would guarantee us both a life of bliss?
When will my doubts be settled at the altar?
When we shall sing happily with a psalter?
Falling leaves
Paragraphs wind blown;
Telling a story
~~~~~~~~~
Two carrot cakes
Different recipes;
Delightful outcomes
~~~~~~~~~
House work calls
Busy with home work;
Fastidious hands
~~~~~~~~~
Watch what happens
Random rain wets;
Harsh heatwave irrigates
~~~~~~~~~
Yes once again
That time of year;
Haze adds colour
~~~~~~~~~
Geopolitics confers
Conflict confronts calm;
Uneasy peace
~~~~~~~~~
This great stretch
Sea and boundaries;
So many claims
~~~~~~~~~
Difficult choices
No middle path;
Fumble taking sides
~~~~~~~~~
So much here
Activity consigns;
Cash like ammo
~~~~~~~~~
Profound question:
Why ask why?
So many times
~~~~~~~~~
Cheery children
Play prunes prank;
Laughter frolics
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
09 April 2016
Singapore
He keeps himself confined,
to bluster now, and remonstrate
the struggle being more than he can bear.
Pieces of him pulverized, fashioned from
the sweat of his own making to a glimpse
of the immortal, just a glimpse, but not
the crowning glory.
So many vestiges, heros in the making,
but a careless chip, an errant slice,
consigns them to the beggars pile,
without that patina of agelessness.
Never ready, never groomed to wear
that sacred halo on his head,
the crowning glory.
Once in a while a piece emerges,
bursting from the cold, defiant marble,
his fingers work, so resolute,
to fabricate this work of art,
fingers, limbs and face in perfect symmetry,
they become eternal,his reward a wreath,
the crowning glory!
Author's Note
...inspired by the poetry of Seamus Heaney.
Meet that strange choice at life's fork road,
Yet risk consigns a confused mind;
Sense knows a voice that bears the load,
Teaser aligns conflict in kind;
Impeach odd times with awkward glitch,
***** curious sighs flavour the scene;
Urge punctures chimes as fortunes pitch,
Expect vain cries to ooze between.
Mind shows matter what magic thinks,
Allow old fears to fall away;
Glimpse thoughts tender that bridge new links,
Instruct bold cheer to fill this day;
Charm grooms a touch that casts fine spells,
Keep poise as such where choice can dwell.
Leon Enriquez
09 March 2016
Singapore
He keeps himself confined,
to bluster now, and remonstrate
the struggle being more than he can bear.
Pieces of him pulverized, fashioned from
the sweat of his own making to a glimpse
of the immortal, just a glimpse, but not
the crowning glory.
So many vestiges, heros in the making,
but a careless chip, an errant slice,
consigns them to the beggars pile,
without that patina of agelessness.
Never ready, never groomed to wear
that sacred halo on his head,
the crowning glory.
Once in a while a piece emerges,
bursting from the cold, defiant marble,
his fingers work, so resolute,
to fabricate this work of art,
fingers, limbs and face in perfect symmetry,
they become eternal,his reward a wreath,
the crowning glory!
Last Modified: July 18, 2015 at 09:05 am
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Author Notes
...inspired by the poetry of Seamus Heaney.
...inspired by 'An Artist' by Seamus Heaney
He keeps himself confined,
to bluster now, and remonstrate
the struggle being more than he can bear.
Pieces of him pulverized, fashioned from
the sweat of his own making to a glimpse
of the immortal, just a glimpse, but not
the crowning glory.
So many vestiges, heroes in the making,
but a careless chip, an errant slice,
consigns them to the beggars pile,
without that patina of agelessness.
Never ready, never groomed to wear
that sacred halo on their heads,
the crowning glory.
Once in a while a piece emerges,
bursting from the cold, defiant marble.
His fingers can't work fast enough
to realize this masterpiece,
fingers, limbs and face
in perfect form become eternal,
the promise of a wreath, the crowning glory.
Purpose firms act
With steady poise,
Passion with tact
Can manage choice.
Motive and sense
Seed a sure fate,
Go beyond tense
To live fond date.
Song and story
Adapt to style,
Dance feeds feisty
To curl a smile.
Salute the day
That comes with fest,
Align cheer's say
In brilliant jest.
Spirit sparks soul
In body-mind,
Heart feels a whole
In oneness kind.
Touch frames the treats
That offer joy,
Cheer makes things sweet
As zest employs.
Early or late
In space and time,
Consigns a fate
In vivid chimes.
Words set in rhymes
Create a feel,
Thought dazzles grime
In pulse that heals.
Listen and see
A vibrant poise,
Observe and be
True voice by choice.
Go round and round
In easy bloom,
Hear the clear sounds
Of love that grooms.
Leon Enriquez
15 May 2015
Singapore
I sit and watch
Contentment seizes --
Magic happens
Pathways within
An unseen mind --
Manipulates madness
Logic questions sense
Molehill reservations --
Rapture says nothing
Re-discover pulse
In tired ways --
Let zest escalate
Time comes and goes
Breezy as the zephyr --
Cool tonic water
Opinions stacked
Feedback confronted --
Cynic attending
Islands apart
Sun-tan lotion --
SPF 100
Conflict and pain
Raw nerves mangled --
Sanguine refrains
Word for word
Not much to say --
Only haphazard itch
Cross road signage
Beware of traffic --
In all directions!
Wet market scene
Buying and selling --
Brisk business attends
Sometimes
Life consigns each --
Unnoticed dash
Good book
In small hands --
Reading preferred
Small talk
Short quirky lines --
Brief salvation
Change of mind
Strange affair --
Rites of passage
Leon Enriquez
06 June 2014
Singapore
Heart
Starts
Bold art
Joins all parts
To fill soul's sure cart
As glimpse bestows love's fond impart
Mind
Finds
Truth blind
Charm designs
Beauty that aligns
Finesse and poise where cheer consigns
Soul
Moulds
Unfolds
Sense of whole
Stray pieces now hold
Ancient kingdoms in pristine gold
Form
Storms
Prior norms
Yet transforms
Our modern reforms
To usher new dwellings and dorms
Space
Pace
New race
Light of grace
Intervenes to trace
Spirit-soul to venture this face
Time
Rhymes
Clear chimes
Stillness mimes
Silence in sure prime
To erase the debt of old crimes
Flow
Grows
Bright glow
Touch primes show
Observe highs or lows
Wavy movement in-between blows
Leon Enriquez
02 Mar 2014
Singapore
Live lovely looks
Bright blessings book
Craze consigns crook
Oomph orders ooze
Beer bottle booze
Senile sense snooze
Go gather good
Mix motive mood
Fashion fine food
Leapfrog lame lines
Flavours frame fine
Muse mellows mine
Do design deed
Free fragrant feed
Waste wallows weed
Live lazy light
See sparkling sights
Blooms blossom bright
Rush rescues run
Play prunes pure pun
Sight scotching sun
Seed spacious start
Hurl healing heart
Pleasure primes part
Clever clowns croon
Night nurtures noon
Belief bears boon
Real rustic room
Blessings burst bloom
Glimpse gracious gloom
Meet moments meek
Special sign seek
Prime pleasure peeks
Leon Enriquez
28 Feb 2014
Singapore
...inspired by 'An Artist' by Seamus Heaney
He keeps himself confined,
to bluster now, and remonstrate
the struggle being more than he can bear.
Pieces of him pulverized, fashioned from
the sweat of his own making to a glimpse
of the immortal, just a glimpse, but not
the crowning glory.
So many vestiges, heros in the making,
but a careless chip, an errant slice,
consigns them to the beggars pile,
without that patina of agelessness.
Never ready, never groomed to wear
that sacred halo on their heads,
the crowning glory.
Once in a while a piece emerges,
bursting from the cold, defiant marble.
His fingers can't work fast enough
to realize this masterpiece,
fingers, limbs and face
in perfect form become eternal,
the promise of a wreath, the crowning glory.
Age by comprehension's save
nor failing, nor compassion's grave.
I only fail, I only stave
and then to scoring, am un slave!
No better, boring to deprave,
no asking why, consigns not brave,
the self determined thence appraised
to knowledge minding, is least rave!
It is the doing, that I crave
the soul cast mewing, wisdom's lathe
that building risk the crisis ~ have
I own not, but contend . . . . . the path!
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