In my lifetime,
I have observed and
witnessed some evil things.
Many were news reports, but
some were eye-witness melees.
One notable travesty was the
implementation of 'A Clearing'.
It was called ethnic cleansing,
but there was absolutely nothing
cleansing about slaughterous murder.
Like so much garbage, being cleared
from our living quarters; one people
claiming to be purer than another.
How despicable of us mortals created
in the image of an awesome and loving God
who through His son said, "There is none good;
no, not one". Clear the air we breathe of poisonous
toxins if you will. Clear the rivers and waterways
of debris and waste. But be very clear about this:
There are multitudes of undesirable things and myriads
of non-mortal despicables in need of mass clearings.
But the clearing out of people by any means deemed
less than another is not one of them. Ethnic cleansing
is mass suicide. Let us love, cherish, and care for one
another and leave human clearings and cleansings to God.
021023PSCtest, 'The Clearing'. Craig Cornish
(A poem dedicated to Khadiza Merry)
They all heard that,
Jesus is riding on a bus, these days.
Vinay from the remotest eastern village was an eye-witness
He just acknowledged today, in confirmation.
I was counting those quarters. One by one.
The unpaid dues for the neighborhood store...
When silence honors every single voice out there
One can be a meaningful one for afterlife, with a storekeeper.
And slowly,
I sustained.
I was tamed within
With those hot, warm sweaty humid minutes.
And I gifted a land of own, aged for long, to the storekeeper.
Will it be an identifiable generosity accompanied with the right hand?
A specially biased right hand?
There are need of mirrors, here and there.
These attires, dress etiquette and dress colors too...
Under the slender palm trees, the virgin Mary cries here, also
Somewhere, a frozen conversation dies in silence, with a noisy air-cooler.
Had a plunderer I, nay thither I thus,
how much life is wasted off as if fairly,
pace upon pace once more pace upon pace never odds,
this occasions a bliss is hither, a bliss is folly,
how I hope to have striven more,
how thus air, how fun and fair,
how lovely is dream to dream and dream this wave.
What these things serve a contemporary horizon?,
what rises? and what is stir hither?,
no, like wind it is yet known nor enlightened anon,
all jobs done let like mirrages flown thither,
what a service of immemorial poise?,
what an irony of a sort freedom?, what a dream?,
I spend, I am an eye witness thus those.
Now, it matters for it matters counts,
tis necessary, supposing it is thus,
to meet the limit of the normal airs,
still it is how to govern a life of surfs,
how it is right to fill room with hope,
a gift of this wave and thus a gift of a wave,
once more there is compromise.
we
the defeated being
in the slogan of conqueror
we
the dependent lame child
in the independent constitution
we
the blind activist voter
in the eye witness breast of sun
we
the wounded survivor
on the cured smiling of mass-leader
we
the rumor of political price hike
in the barren womb of onion
we
the loyal kick dog
of republic royal govt.
-11/28/2019 4: 12: 00 AM CTG, BD
Envious of the faith you hold
because i have never felt its touch
Bored of the boredom
Being in reality
living in the unreality
The new born utterances explaining and naming the nothing
The voice that remained silent
through the young spilt blood
the adolescent fumbles
the undefined shadow
the decent of the descendants
No empathy from the eye witness
No sympathy in pain
Still the unheard voice
argues in my name
Is there wisdom of the ages?
Thoughts many on ancient pages.
More than one interpretation.
Choose big bang or God's Creation!
For Julie-Michelle's contest "Unanswered Questions"
Many purport to know the answer however we lack eye witness account, so each belief requires an act of faith.
Eye witness they, O my mother, rag less I am.
You are the price maker but guilty I am;
So much needs, chastity at deal
Shameless crying, robbed body mine
Painless, humorless, oh soulless men!
You all made me nude there
Keep squashing a fun, changing bodies a turn
Fatigue breathes, futile face;
I am the owner of decaying age.
But hairs are, now, no gripped, eyes refusing dipped
Corpse not, oh pimp, enough for sale
May be your sister, I am.
What! if your mother or wife I am.
Address me, your breed oh male!
Sole witness to the finished crime,
a crystal chandelier
pending above the victim.
Its throng of hanging crystals
tolling to the beat
set by the predator's exit.
Man surely she studied accounting,
for she knew how to use what she had to get what she wanted.
she started and sold herself to men who did not
give a damn about her demands.
As an eye witness,
I witnessed,
when she called herself MRS!
Not recognizing that the mess is....
Dating multiple men made her more of a ****
than a lady she was supposed to be....
Her life is a circus
Making a clown of herself
Lacks substantial purpose
Balance and health
One rope to another
Rocking her balance beam
The circus is her lover
Together they scream
Blackened tears
Lips a horrid maroon
Juggling fears
Her life, a cartoon
Such an imagination
Seeing what doesn't exist
An awkward conversation
No partner to assist
Suddenly a spider
Her safety net, a web
She grabs a fly to ride her
Lands in a pool of red
People gather around
Curious to see
Her body on the ground
Her final act, a mockery
Her 5 minutes of fame
Detours and yellow tape
Chalk outlines the frame
Of what she couldn't escape
An eye witness chimed in
Giddy and camera ready
He saw her on the end
Trembling and unsteady
Intently, he watched
Gravity run it's course
It didn't appear botched
Invisible was the source
Following her brief report
They aired the walking dead
Her existence fell short
Not one viral thread
Eye witness sees
Pulse of dawn;
Stillness grooms
~~~~~~~~~
Leaking faucet
Drop by drop;
Prayer beat chant
~~~~~~~~~
Noise below
Skyscraper view;
Insects crawling
~~~~~~~~~
Dry evening breeze
Noisy crickets;
March romance
~~~~~~~~~
ATM bank queue
Mötley bunch;
Cash withdrawals
~~~~~~~~~
Home movies
Two in a row;
Siesta beckons
~~~~~~~~~
News from overseas
Message in electrons;
Homesick blues
~~~~~~~~~
Brisk walking jog
Morning meditation;
Lethargy drains
~~~~~~~~~
Chinese bread buns
Savoury fare;
Treat for two
~~~~~~~~~
Diet plan dinner
Fibre fruit blend;
Baby food texture
~~~~~~~~~
Mirror image
Old soul peeping;
Facial recognition
~~~~~~~~~
Face to face
Old friends meet;
Is it 25 years ago?
~~~~~~~~~
Catechism class
Religious politics;
Good versus Evil
~~~~~~~~~
Jesus speaks
Eye witness hears;
Life is hard
~~~~~~~~~
Hungry souls
Instant salvation;
Food court gourmet
~~~~~~~~~
Newspaper highlights
Bad news again;
Catastrophe strikes
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
09 March 2015
Singapore
A nice veneer
Looking solid and good;
Termites devour within
Life hazards
Venture bleeding;
More vitamin M needed
Business failure
Shocking casualties;
Bankrupted parties
Spice can smell nice
But nice can tell lies;
Sometimes a vice
Impressive bungalow
Sporty car;
Heavy in debt woes
Sad but true
Vanity masquerades;
Not the real thing
Newspaper headlines
Scandal and heartbreak;
I feel sad for you
Regrets fester
Like gangrene;
Amputate the trash
Eye witness here
I watch you tumble;
Helpless to help
Impressive life
Career highlights unrivaled;
Why this bankruptcy?
Sad story
Paper described;
Can prayer alleviate?
In-between
Life and death;
Struggle for meaning
Worldly mindset
Get rich quick;
Scheming for more
Between ambition
And acquisition;
Avarice styles
To succeed well
Take failures well;
Survive persecution
Liquor and wine
Wine and dine;
Decadence flaunts
Simple vanity
Defines ambition;
Practical notions heap
And in the end
Just round the bend;
Broken trends sweep clean
Leon Enriquez
26 July 2014
Singapore
Through a slight peep hole in a door ellusive to the actual norm
In the future one can exhibit a flair for faith amidst evil
Within great credible eye witness to achieve
Through a sorted variation in a dream
Supernatural
Although the twilight sun had tainted my inner vision
In a whirlwind of descretion we falter in confessing
Although for the moment no shoulder to cry
A sorted dilemna in a blink of an eye
A sought after excursion
Isolationism in the midst of something supernatural
Deep within every human heart there beats a common melody
Through a spring of melodic yearning design
Many interpret the golden rule as control
They simply negate a philosophy & self consideration to ever know
Many as of late have been proned in tears
Yet in effect those very tears have removed all known fears
All of us live as in some isolated nomadic state
Far from our home in eternity so will embrace the temporal
We all must determine in love what will become
Hence in deep retrospect to its given outcome
Many like to control others due to pride
The god of this world has blinded their eyes so they suffer in deep silence alone!
NEWS FLASH!
Earlier today, the DAIRY QUEEN reported that Ronald MCDONALD shot BURGER KING,
with POPEYE'S gun, over some CHICK-"FIL-A." Ronald's alibi fell like DOMINOS, after
the cops heard WENDY'S eye witness account of what happened. His PAPA JOHN
had a nervous breakdown, so he grabbed his PIZZA HUT and went off into the
woods. The funeral and reception will be held at two different CHURCH'S, where
they will ring the TACO BELL in honor of his memory.
Remember Humpty Dumpty
Who fell off the wall?
Well, it wasn't no accident
We can prove he didn't fall
It was a government conspiracy
They were testing a new glue
They wanted him to volunteer
But he wasn't wanting to
So, all the king's horses
And all the king's men
Were calling him names
And threatening him
He was pushed to his death
This story is true
(Remember the government
Was testing their glue?)
They want us to think
His feet started to slide
But he didn't just slip
It was a homicide
An eye witness came forward
And told of this news
But there was very little evidence
And so few clues
His DNA was visible
Where that poor egg had broke
The shell was in pieces
And covered in yoke
There wasn't any fingerprints
You understand my reasoning
The egg had been scrambled
Without any seasoning
In chicken coops everywhere
This story's still told
Rumor even has it
That his pieces was sold
So try and remember
When you eat your next egg
If you feel something cruchy
It might be his leg
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