A chill in the air
For the old, unfair
Joints stiff, in pain
Without the rain
Equatorial the clime
Temperate, prime time
The laptop hums
As it does its sums
Counting viruses new
Ebola, others, a few
Plandemic tick
Effects like Arsenic
My love for you is like a crashing plane:
exhilarating pace, without control:
you’re equatorial around the pole.
Why meet my sunshine with torrential rain?
My heart is Dealey Plaza, you’re on Main.
I often think destruction is your goal -
you seem to me a well-intentioned troll.
Profundities, once uttered, are inane:
your utterances, colourfully drab,
are tart as custard, sweet as succotash:
your slow-burn humour, like a smash-and-grab,
resembles credit cards. I’ll stick to cash.
No self-respecting homeless hermit-crab
would ever trade with you. You’re feebly rash.
heavy wind hitting
sounds of lightnings all over
clouds cover the sky.
signs of hurricane
to hit the town anytime,
some folks are clouded.
On the peak of a high mountain
the most equatorial snow on earth
its only recreation, to melt over solid rock
A winter comes
With nonstop rain and extreme coldness
Flood, flu and running nose
Besides the long fight of covid
Besides the long fight of political stability
Besides the long fight of bribery
A winter-like weather comes to my country
A country of equatorial climate and beauty
With no sympathy
But only as a test of faith in the nature
I believe
Doomsday will never come
As man makes up a part of the world
And His world
The tall coconut trees
Resemble pillars
Erected like lamp poles
Spred like umbrellas
Stand in a row
Towering above the equatorial sea shore
Welcoming tourists
Applauding the coming back of the fishermen
Dancing in the dusk and moonlight
Amidst the disco music of the sea
Have long forgotten the strike of Tsunami
They, the blind
Heavy laden with mystery of denial
Empty of eclectic views
Yearns for Island of blinding white light.
They hate the color black
Every woman's sexy black dress
Every man's spotless black tuxedo
Every child's mem'ry of a clean blackboard.
They hate the color black
Black American history, mighty as Montenegro
Bleach cannot blot out its strength.
They hate the color black
Face the Sun!
Hold a conversation on equatorial black
Black rain clouds cleansing, hydrating, renewing.
They hate the color black
Black, the night, showing starlight
Black ink on sheets of white
Black the beginning and end of life -
They hate the color black.
*
*Image of Pluto & Solar System provided by Pixabay.
Pluto
Plain as e'er, my founder's pewt'rish *heart region face Charon, echo coins gauge cross
Logging midway regions *Cthulhu, less tale more Pequodish, ruddy looks Melville errs
Union empowered eastern half wanes while western regions honorarium *Sputnik lord
The tail-end of Moby and thumper's regions is equatorial *Brass Knuckles ebony mask
Obfuscated, renamed hints an immortalized fiction, a dwarf, a tease, tho I'd be if was
*The four major regions of Pluto
2021 May 28
stirring from slumber
equatorial motion
rousing the senses
Hot mid-afternoon
Windy air loiters late;
Drowsy feelings drown
~~~~~~~~~
Slanting shadows
Deserted playground;
Evening weighs heavy
~~~~~~~~~
By the old pathway
Not a soul in sight;
Equatorial misdemeanour
~~~~~~~~~
City-state mystic
Moments separate;
Zen illumination
~~~~~~~~~
Simple looks plain
Still posture speaks loud;
Silence spreads spacious
~~~~~~~~~
Intervene now
Disperse congregations;
Isolation permutates
~~~~~~~~~
Dusk settles fast
Nightfall brings wetness;
Rain plays moist music
~~~~~~~~~
City skyline
Moon in mystic aura;
Touching revelations
~~~~~~~~~
Words in ink
Stains on paper speak;
Picture portrait tells
~~~~~~~~~
Words work wit
Taste thought tangle;
Quote quilts quest
~~~~~~~~~
Havoc in stand still
Idle moments aggravate;
Fear tells a story
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
05 April 2020
Singapore
I've dreamed of traveling to equatorial Egypt
To see the Pyramids of Giza and even the Sphinx
And then onto the jungles of darkest Africa
To meet voodoo doctors, unafraid of their jinx
O, in my dreams, I've coursed through the canals of Venice
And met the Queen for tea before Wimbledon tennis
I've climbed the Eiffel Tower, spent hours in the Louvre
Been to Mumbai, New Delhi, by the Taj Mahal been moved
Once dreams such as these were the province of Kings
Yet today even you and I can realize all these things
From whaling expeditions in Norway to bullfights in Spain
They're just a click or two away, and a seat on a plane
The Butterfly Nebula,
a.k.a., Bug Nebula,
guesstimate its creation was due to the explosive end of a very large star.
Due to the fact that the nebula central star is the hottest star known to exist.
It is known as a, 'white dwarf' surrounded by a dense equatorial disc composed of gas and dust.
The disc causes the star's outward burst to form a bipolar structure similar to an hour-glass.
Date: 06/13/2019
The cold, frigid wind
Descends slowly to the east
Dissipates at noon
The cold turns to heat
And quite often I forget
This warm, pleasant treat
The cold makes unwell
Those near equatorial line
Feel drunk with chilled wine
My cold heart is dead
Unpainfully doth unbleed
Ends the heat of deeds
The cold makes me doubt
Life is meaningless without
The breath of his mouth.
They love to puff the beryl nicotine
Incendiary lungs
sucking down the cancerous green
Hard drag queens,
dressed to mass extinct kill,
inhale poisonous mushroom dreams
Napalm verbal smoke:
fungi promises coming out of plastic windpipes
Pinocchio nose choke
pollute the global atmosphere with mint gripes
Cigar truth snubbed in a submarine ashtray
New Cuban missile crisis
put cerulean code Leviathan in play
Naval equatorial smoke circles ...
Ring of Fire raze reprisals ends a Green Day
Negotiated denials has got a jade glow
As the wizened warlords
sell refugee passes —
Microchip markers ... gamma emerald
Dragging chain smoking kings,
boast ballast policies of reptilian oppression
Puff fork tongues pack a blowtorch sting
Black-hearted lungs
exhaling cold malignant scorch gangrene
Dirge windpipes hate the cure love brings
August wears hot airs
With a humid flair
Day by day hot stings
Body wet sweat springs
Yet night feels do cool
Proclaims any fool
Skyline of dark flight
Ushers moon tonight
Watch the aura bright
Dazzle with moonlight
August has its place
In the spread of grace
Equatorial heat
In dusk's cool retreat
Leon Enriquez
13 August 2018
Singapore
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