They all died
The lying died
Inside of her mind
I travel
Peeled rays of sunlight
A distant eclipse
The whale had
Executed it’s reasons
Casketing denial
Of flight
Thundering clap
Of freedom
Dismembermenting
And shear
Outfleshing law
And principle
To the news of breaching
She hid in forfeits plans
Filling your time
Plan
Plans against you explore
Laughter
The cosmic guess
None of witch
And only design
Never
Today perhaps a chore
Fast of hinge
Consequence of entry
Always the return of cold
Mysterious shape
Hidden tongues and story
Explain before it ends
All of me hidden beneath your creators fraud
Horrid love, royal failure with riddle
Silk woven princess notes
Listless ember, putrid coal
Resend your thoughts
Chained casket of jewels
Why are you not colored
Ashed powder considers more
Run, away forbidden suprise
Categories:
forfeits, chocolate,
Form: Free verse
An Esau lifts the carnal
And mocks the spiritual
Though he possessed the birthright
He pursued the physical
An Esau values his ways
"Satisfy the appetite"
Despise God's promised future
A dangerous stew to bite
An Esau rejects God's ways
His birthright he sold for stew
The cunning hunter is snared
A misstep he can't undo
An Esau forfeits blessing
God's promise deemed a dud
Prey to his own appetite
Addiction duped this stud
An Esau learns his fate late
He seeks now to recover
The blessing he once despised
Was captured by his brother
An Esau has space to repent
But it's not unrestricted
The Spirit strives for a time
To rescue the convicted
An Esau cannot repent
Even if he wanted to
Though he seeks with many tears
The Holy Spirit withdrew
Categories:
forfeits, bible, character, future, sad,
Form: Rhyme
The back of Dad's chair is black like a void,
its mid discontinuous of solid support.
Cushion coils creak as his weight shifts,
his interest unhinged from light hypnosis.
The scuff of rough wheels rub fine lines in
encumbering crumb-crusted floorboards,
which mundanely sustain the weight
of a burdened waistline and wasted years.
He forfeits the fortunes of a father: favor and honor,
as points tabulate and clock ticks wick up
the last of my sapped up, tapped out tears.
His glowing, giddy face is unfazed,
too focused on fantasies to notice me.
Dad's back trespasses my passive stares,
his incessant inattentiveness ingrained
like the prison-bar stripes on the back of his chair.
10/5/2022
Categories:
forfeits, absence, addiction, child, dad,
Form: Free verse
Jesus Christ is God in all His fullness
here He draws His apostles to hear
the importance of what He has to say
for this is what keeps you in top gear
Denial is a word little used today
nobody wants or knows its meaning
but Jesus here says to deny yourself
so to come after Him and indeed stay
Jesus promises we all have our cross
so He commands us to take it up
whatever that'll mean, pain and sorrow
for Jesus took up His cross, truly a full cup
Then we are to go and follow
follow this Jesus on His chosen path
a path ordained from heaven above
any other way brings on God's wrath
Forsake all the world's promises
for that brings only failure and loss
heavens riches and victory are ours
when we take up Christ on the cross
(Matthew 16:24-26
Then Jesus said to his apostles, "If any man would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. For whoever would save his life will lose it and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it. For what would it profit a man if he gains the whole world and forfeits his life?")
Categories:
forfeits, god, jesus, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Teetering on the edge of the precipice unknown
The depth of the fatal plunge to an eternal oblivion,
Is of little or no concern to him who suffers in pain
Who cannot control his colors like the chameleon,
But prepares to hurtle downward into open abyss
Who, without considering cues of his future domain,
Says farewell to present earthly toil with a last kiss
Considers not the seeds of anger and turmoil sown.
Who willingly forfeits all the rewards of life to come
Empties his pockets of whatever accumulated virtue,
The chaff he casts to winds for this moment’s sake
Like a plaster statue in the Musee he stands in queue,
A golden gate to Evermore awaits his wandering soul
In some future life he may once again be made whole.
[3. The Precipice of The Unknown]
SECOND PLACE WINNER
Written January 29, 2022
Especially for “Pick a Title Vol 28” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Categories:
forfeits, death, depression, future, life,
Form: Rhyme
my finks cant be bought
See i wrote finks instaead of thinks
but this is just thought a
played with a thought that
made the devil
crawl and in fouetus
positiong globes systematically
GPS system
thats system system
sorry chuckles drift in chuckled groups
in the mire darks
oil slipped blacks
where lenghth
isn't as important as the drop
down to the next line with me
one won now own
my words no
i give them freely
and gone forfeits the unknown
Categories:
forfeits, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Upon the transition into a wistful soul
A past seeking self forfeits a requisite toll
Feelings are born from moments of pleasure
Memories are lost to space beyond measure
All meandering paths terminate in the end
Infinity exists in trust we cannot comprehend
Prescience flutters in the ether of the night
Sorrow lingers in the recesses of our might
For the truth untold is a beast in repose
Reason’s domain has faults to expose
Inevitability is the atom of realization
Now is the eve of eternal damnation
Permanence resides in a simple belief
Loyalty to a God is but devotion to a thief
Acceptance is my ruler; Finality is my reward
Silence celebrates the cessation of my chord
Categories:
forfeits, dark, death, farewell, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
A Sonnet begets life.
Joy, her child, leaves her womb,
bliss that transcends the tomb
and dulls the Reaper's scythe!
Ah! Joy belittles strife;
delight, as from bedrooms
(without impassive gloom),
makes mother of a wife.
When bards compose, ardent
wax the virgin Sonnets
with their pens: eloquent
the more, beauty begets
desire; then makes pregnant
with Joy which ne'er forfeits.
Categories:
forfeits, desire, extended metaphor, joy,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Logic falls down
In tedious frowns;
Reason now clowns
As feelings drown.
Sense fragile change
In bonfire strange;
A dying range
In trying change.
Word patterns tell
Of odd dry spells;
Verse rhymes that gel
Chimes where touch dwells.
So fashion flow
In afterglow;
For all you know
Passion can grow.
Upsidedown world
In fearful swirls;
Feel surge and twirl
Of hollow world.
Yet in a mist
Death damns wish list;
A brutal fist
Forfeits life's gist.
Be beyond blame
To cast good name;
Yet just the same
Do light a flame.
Leon Enriquez
28 October 2019
Singapore
Categories:
forfeits, change,
Form: Quatrain
Be beyond blame as agile art,
Etch a fine thrill as bliss knows how
Yield lasting name in happy start,
Opt grace that fills joy here and now;
Note how you feel as fear grips wit,
Dance in the light that spreads warm flame.
Prize touch that wills a valid fit,
Indulge fond sights that bless your name;
Charm flavours choice in mellow spring,
Taste forfeits grand that distant loft;
Urge that still voice as fragrance strings,
Rise thus dear friend in moments soft;
Embrace the way where honour blooms,
Such pictures play as beauty rooms.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
28 August 2019
Singapore
Categories:
forfeits, change,
Form: Sonnet
Let the pin drop
down the abyss of memory,
where the silence retraces the past
and the recollections challenge what is real.
Faces, voices, scenes, places—never lost,
as the mind eternalizes their existence.
Such a descent is emotional—
Enduring.
Let the pin drop
far from the scrutiny of other minds,
where only self-doubt and fear forfeits reality.
It falls purposefully into happier times—
memories that need no resolve,
existing to internalize strength.
The lesson resides in the silent plunge—
Not in the bitter sounds of end.
7/26/2019
Categories:
forfeits, appreciation, birth, magic, memory,
Form: Free verse
Rain on a rainy day
In a stormy array
Witness the weather play
That forfeits the odd way
Nature is never fair
Sense in a senseless flair
Works a hollow affair
For change captures the air
Seek not fond applause here
Or simply hoarding cheer
Let easy rhymes purge fear
As insight gathers near
Intuit upon a star
To seize fine gift on par
For you have come so far
To fear the fear that mars
Yet you must forge good writes
The profound touch that cites
In clusters that prompt bites
In ink where truth floods sites
But yet it seems most clear
That not even harsh fear
Can corner soul so dear
Nor cloud your wise good cheer
Writes define your story
As words space warm tally
To verge upon simply
Your vibrant tapestry
Leon Enriquez
08 May 2019
Singapore
Categories:
forfeits, allegory,
Form: Quatrain
Making the noise
That blocks the serenity
It disrupts the peace
Like a vulgar obscenity
It's hard to avoid
And difficult to forget
With constant reminders
It's a serious threat
You push it away
And it closes the gap
Struggle to move
And and it secures it's trap
It's on your mind
And hard to erase
It sneaks up from behind
And looks you in the face
When it sees in your eyes
It's not making an impression
It releases control
And turns over possession
You redirect your focus
No longer feeling shame
And without your attention
It forfeits the game
As it disappears
You know your affection
Defeated the enemy
That was once your reflection
Categories:
forfeits, confidence, courage, emotions, happiness,
Form: Rhyme
PIE HARD
the meringue explodes
squishes twixt heroes bare toes
and the pieman laughs
lemon gel hits cop
on the crusty street down low
“join the party, pal”
Christmas is a time
to pie hard, “yippee ki yay”
with model wise guys
bad apples at large
the hero’s jotting down names
for a half-baked plot
temperature rising
the elevator opens
Macintosh is dead
momentum of pie
thief loses his grip...forfeits
a victory slice
11/19/2018
PUNNY HOLIDAY PIES CONTEST
SPONSOR - Michelle Faulkner
Snippets loosely based on “Die Hard”
Categories:
forfeits, humorous,
Form: Choka
Time slips away
Briskly and fast,
Change comes to slay
On time at last.
Touch feels forlorn
Ooze of sad tears,
Dusk forfeits morn
Borne by mad fears.
Change kills old joy
As brisk strokes fall,
Fate cancels ploy
To flush yet all.
Note end season
Where age plays tag,
No good reason
Can halt last lag.
Time for time here
To swallow slack,
Massive the fear
That follows lack.
Leon Enriquez
27 September 2018
Singapore
Categories:
forfeits, change,
Form: Quatrain
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