"Every enigmatic environment enlists enlightened emotions" Quote by The Poet
Spectacular silvery spangled, star studded sky, so serene.
Under universal utterances uniquely unabashed, unseen.
Wildest wind wails when weakened, was welcomed warm weather.
Trees towering, trying to triumphantly touch together.
Serendipitous splendor soothes soulful scenes.
Gracefully groomed, growing greens.
Lustrous light looms, lasting like lingering lanterns.
Youthful yellowing, yet yesterday yearns.
Moonbeams meander, mesmerized midst melting moments.
Extraterrestrial elements enlist exponents.
Frenzied fireflies flutter, fulfilling fanciful florescent flashes.
Sparkling, swishing splashes.
Sycamores sway sweetly, so subdued, sounds softly sweep.
Calm clarity closely causes comfort, combinations creep.
Sporadically straying, sadly sets sorrow so steep.
Whether it’s Army, Navy, Air Force, or Marines,
The men and women in service protect your rights.
For some, it’s a job… for others, it’s a dream.
To be part of a group that helps you sleep at night.
Those in the military put their lives in danger.
They’re willing to do things that most of us wouldn’t do.
They’ll lay down their lives and die for a perfect stranger.
How many people do you know who would do that for you?
As a country, we need to back these women and men,
And give them our respect and tell them that we’re so proud.
They leave their families for tours time and time again.
They are the silver lining to war’s darkest cloud.
Nobody enlists with the hope of going to war,
But they’re well aware that someday they may have to.
You, as an American, have lots to be thankful for.
Next time you see someone in uniform, say, “Thank You!”
Cruel World seeks hope within lies
We turn our heads as Mother Earth cries
Like birds, hope may fly when confronting lies.
Wee butterfly gives a try
to bring Hope back unscathed.
It flits over meadows, purple hills;
stops for a drink of rose nectar sweet.
Enlists the help of a summer breeze,
for it covers more land and is fleet.
we long to find hope
yet it dwells deep within each
sitting by courage
April 5, 2022
A Combination of Forms Poetry Contest
Crystalline, Kimo, Quatrain, Haiku
by Emile Pinet
howmanysyllables.com for syllable check
Positivity Optimism Prayer and Meditation
Positivity has a wide-open arena in which to execute miracles
When we learn this, we will be able to spin our life into gold
We will be able to fly without wings, when we embrace our truth.
Loving optimism is knocking on our heart, requesting entrance.
When we embrace her, our lives will change for the best.
We can accomplish things faster and in incredible ways.
Prayer opens the highways of life wide open, giving our engines fuel.
Meditation enlists our spiritual self, allowing us to explore our dreams.
When we let God, we begin to return like phoenixes to our soul self.
Seems to me a veteran from when he enlists, to when he falls, shouldn’t be asked, once again, to wait behind any redlines. Understand that order must be maintained , that of course is the name of the game. But isn’t there a better way, then to draw another line in the sand, delaying their day. Why not let them move on their own, to a waiting room to the left or right. Give them back a little independence lost, along with their sight. Why not remind them in a subtle, but meaningful way, they have left behind, the regimen, of their bygone day.
Broken-Hearted Caressing Sorrow
Where do you bring a broken heart, damaged dreams that won’t depart?
Where do you go when things fall apart, serving silent screams a la carte?
What do you do with a saddened soul, within a virulent void a skinless sole?
What do you do when you’re in a hole, progressive paranoid a shadow stroll?
Within the stillness of my solitude, a storm exists admits a sacrificing seclude
The eyeful emptiness of a life subdued, the evil enlists a blasphemous brood
Within the veil of my bitter black, the idolatrous infant sleeps in a shackled sac
On the wall, my punitive plaque, of the wounded weeps that scornfully stack
Who will be there for me, to mourn, escaping earth a denticulate dust reborn?
Who will be there for me, to warn, a residual rebirth of a lifeless embryo torn?
Who will kiss me before I dimly die, a wretched wreck in a shattered satirical sky?
Who will be there for me, to cry, a segregated speck ceremonially left to calcify?
Oct.13.2017
Broken-Hearted Poems
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Darkness, blackness
For all intents is flatless
Divine prong, throng
It’s not always wrong
We all enthrall
In case we fall
Time enlists, it exists
For all, it insists
That we can love, like above
Sometimes just need a shove
The brightest light
Does bring life
So now--we plow
What love endows
Russell Sivey
Desire now needs more
Spasm in the core
Craze now enlists
That potent gist
Ascent now blinds
Descent you find
Watch plunge that falls
Taste of harsh gall
Abrupt the end
Kind death kills trend
Shadows fall fast
Nothing can last
Leon Enriquez
21 May 2017
Singapore
Fashion and shape
Tale or story;
Let lines live well
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Words on a page
Ink in e-world;
Tell in a yarn
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Go beyond fact
Align sure act;
Words echo tact
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Look for that twist
In simple gist;
Thought now enlists
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Be beyond blame
Niche nurtures name;
Spell sensuous same
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Time travels true
Calmly choose cue;
Yield yonder you
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Watch words wander
Play primes paper;
Words weave wonder
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See sober skies
Hurl heavy heart;
Crash of raindrops
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Record plain talk
Mind what heart feels;
Take time for thought
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Silence and stillness
Quiet times speak;
Voice beyond words
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Leon Enriquez
17 September 2015
Singapore
The Conundrum
It is the noblest honour to serve,
But the most natural thing to love,
I present to you this conundrum,
Which is better to love or to serve?
To love is natural, to serve is noble,
Yet there exists no greater foe than these,
Man must choose,
If love triumph nobility is sacrificed,
If service triumph passion is sacrificed,
To ask man not to serve is blasphemy,
To ask man not to love is inhumane,
Shall we become stone’s to serve or
Become traitors to love.
True service enlists love, and there can
Be no love without service.
For which is better the love of a women
Or the admiration of men.
My weeping is two-fold,
One for never dreaming and
The other for never loving.
The house exists near a river that rolls
The river moves quickly under the knolls
Around the bend that seems to flood often
The house has life that seems to happen
Working within the sections of delight
Fishing comes often and seems to be right
Having the roughness of life come to play
Opens the heart, masterful sight to lay
Catching the river as the bad approach
Time enlists a harness of this world’s coach
The house has to harden its boundaries
During times of painfully, wobbly knees
The house suffers with the river’s longing
To be one with the land and belonging
Russell Sivey
Numbness is what I'm feeling,
But I don't know how to explain,
Other than it currently seems
I'm being sucked down the drain.
It's hard to put on a smile,
Even though it's fake.
For now feeling happy
Is something I can't take.
Putting on a frown
Is just about as rough.
For when I experience sorrow,
Life is even more tough.
When I' m feeling numb,
A protective shell exists,
To keep away the fears
That knowing others enlists.
It allows me to be distant
From the cares of this world,
And away from all the pain
That others at me have hurled.
Yet it also sacrifices
The joy that can be in life,
For I am only focused
Upon my pain and strife.
What will it require
To begin to feel once more,
And know I'll be okay,
No matter what is in store?
For now, I'll stay as I am.
Tomorrow's another day.
Perhaps something will be revealed
To help show me the way.
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