Seeds are sown seeds will grow
into a weed into a rose
millennium passes into black holes
the sand will turn into glass
bones into dust-flesh into ash
eventually everything
blows back to the path back home.
There're no grand mysteries
only infinite, undiscovered truths
into the virgin soil of purity-[absolute]
miracles suckle from gravities root.
The ego often forsakes the creator God
careens into the blackness -alone
the sirens howl from the abyss
when angels bow to laws unknown.
Only when it is lost- only when it slips
does the ego bend a knee and cry for home.
Seeds are sown seeds grow
into a weed- into a rose
everything comes into its own being
the destiny of flesh is the soul's release
all will boomerang back home-infinity.
So: thinker, “personality” and actor
are looking for a drink.
If two of them are trailers, one’s a tractor.
“Nice counter-top. Real zinc?”
“Don’t ask them stuff. They memorise words
of better men, to spout ’em!”
“And his type feels the need to gather herds
of sycophants about ’em.”
“There’s zinc in every human enzyme. Fact.”
“An enzyme? Qu’est-ce que c’est?”
“A catalyst which helps your gut react
a thousand times a day.”
Creators are the only ones who matter,
just them and only them.
Who grows, can know: who knows can grow (and scatter):
the human apothegm.
“The path from easy living? Slow decline
to reach death valley days.”
“Misfortunes? They’re all relative, and mine
are slight. I’m not from Grays!”
Who hasn’t done his share of Boogie Nights?
All wassail hours are zeros.
Two-thirds of humankind are parasites:
where should we look for heroes?
We have a thing now, called celebrity
that’s not the same as fame:
whatever ape forsakes the tree
can make himself a name.
The world, for entertainment, craves a schism
(Max Baer against Joe Louis):
but who foresaw the Queen of Capitalism
would be a Russian Jewess?
H ealth forsakes you
O ver and over magic tonics promise recovery
P otential healing lures promising in the trees, again
E ven Eve knows better than to pick and eat, again
In the stillness of the night, he whispers a prayer
A homeless poet seeking guidance somewhere.
With words that paint a picture of his pain
Hoping his love will not be in vain
His heart aches with every breath he takes
Longing for a love that he will never forsakes
In the darkness of the forest, you can hear him cry.
For a love that will never say goodbye.
His words are like a melody, a sweet refrain
Echoing through the moonlight, easing his pain.
He pours his heart out in every line
A homeless poet seeking a love so divine.
In the cold and lonely night, he finds his peace
As his words soar on wings of release
A prayer of love from a homeless poet
Lost in the world, remembering a love he'll never to forget
Though I long to be perfect,
So that God will see…
How much I love and respect,
When I fall on my knee.
Though my heart is frail,
And my failures so very real,
I know a God who isn’t for sale,
So my pains He can always heal.
Though I’ve been called ‘hypocrite’,
I know that love can overcome.
Far from faultless, I must admit…
Sometimes I feel like the lowest scum.
Though I believe, praying and praising,
There are times when I let Him down.
I seek, yet sometimes forget how amazing…
It is to know a love that turns the sinner around.
Though I feel fear and know dark’s shadows,
I remember that Jesus forgives all my wrong.
He doesn’t forget me and assures me He knows…
When I need His grace, His kindness, His song.
Though I’m a Christian - know that I fail.
But, He never leaves me to wallow in doubt.
I’m such a sinner – He should send me to hell.
But, because He is love, He made a way out.
Though I fail Him daily, He still understands.
His love never forsakes – I love Him from my soul.
Whatever comes, I’m so glad I’m in His hands,
Where I’ve found the grace who makes me whole.
I can feel you in the night,
See your face in the pale moonlight,
As yesterday echoes through the room.
Fading whispers on the breeze
Move softly over autumn leaves
And still I smell your sweet perfume.
On the rise morning awakes,
The long lost dreams time now forsakes,
And like the moon, the day slips away.
Somewhere on a dusty road
What comes together will unfold,
While illusions continue their play.
Pictures once held in hands
Fade away with the shifting sands,
Just like the sun setting in the east.
So many things come to mind
When one goes searching back through time,
But not everything will be released.
As the years go passing by
I still find that I question why
All the memories are growing dim.
Suddenly my soul cries
When I am forced to realize
I can never bring you back again.
I can still say but God
My burdens are many; my future looks blighted, but I can still say, But God.
When I look at my past and see how He has led me so far, I can still say, But God.
There are many days I don't know what to do, but I can still say, But God.
Forsaken and forgotten, but I can still say, But God.
The bills may be high, and my baskets are dry, but I can still say, But God.
The mountains are high, and I can't find the strength to climb, but I can still say, But God.
I am faced with a great test, and I'm so pressed, but I can still say, But God.
The trials are many, and the struggles are real, but I can still say, But God.
The world is closing in, and friends are all gone, but I can still say, But God.
The ship may be rocky, and my sail is all torn, but I can still say, But God.
No matter the hour or the time of day, all I can say is God.
He leads, guides, and never forsakes me Yes, it's only God!
In only a few words I will tell you a tale, of our lovely princess nightingale
The king’s life has become a living hell, in every temple you can hear the bell
The royal guard in his hand was holding, a magic torch with colours exploding
The wicked witch has returned from hell, onto the crowned princess she had cast a spell
From this evil curse they all fail to hide, after the sun in mid sky had died
Even the flowers when touched were cold, it was a dream bringing life to this world
Only the moon lit our night and day, the wicked witch was here to stay
The good king shouted to the people in fear, our wretched earth will soon disappear
The wicked witch laughed as she stood in the aisle, on her evil face was a develouse smile
The white wizards rituals had already begun, the curse will be lifted when moon covers sun
The wizards rituals came to a stop, as the foam in his pot rose to the top
A dark figure appeared from nowhere in disguise, with an evil glare deep in his eyes
It looked around and said in a raspy voice, I am here to take the witch down below, where heaven forsakes evil
Saleh Ben Saleh
Like the laughing lavender sky,
Reckless as the dark night who aches,
Breathing gentle who makes hearts sigh.
Blessing away silence, so shy
And, dewlike mist never forsakes,
Like the laughing lavender sky,
Shadows in the mind won’t comply,
Beneath moonlit smiles, thunder quakes
Breathing gentle who makes hearts sigh.
Grace abides to never deny,
Twilight wonder calms, never fakes,
Like the laughing lavender sky,
Gentling hearts, love shall soon reply,
Beyond the night, stardust partakes,
Breathing gentle who makes hearts sigh.
Does the heart really know why?
Or is this the way for mistakes?
Like the laughing lavender sky,
Breathing gentle who makes hearts sigh.
When the muse forsakes me, my quill runs dry;
then songs of joy, of rhyme, of imagery
expire from my drained pen, though write I try,
as hollow strains dull my verse's symmetry.
How then to enthrall the faithless muse once more?
Her treason robs me of my coveted art.
What offerings, what good gifts, might restore
a bard against the whims of a muse's heart?
But love is long-suffering, and patient:
love waits, and forgives and does not take offense.
So, my heart still burns like an incandescent
flame for her. To restore her, no expense
shall be spared. Though my muse may seem distant,
her heart can ache for me yet in an instant!
Silence, heavy as the weight of doubt
Falls like the flakes, forever glistening
Through the light, tumbling all about
Erasing the darkness, joy’s christening
Painting the heart who is always listening
Breathless snow, whirling and twirling
Dancing through the thoughts, exciting
Sea of laughter, whispering and swirling
Echoing through the soul, alive, inciting
Enormous hopes and dreams, so inviting
Dazzling the night, like stars alive, so bright
Praying to the One who made us, everyone
With grace so spontaneous, full of insight
Embracing with a faith that won’t be outdone
It is alive, a fire on the inside – a heart won
In the snowflake, amazing as the quiet love
Who never leaves, never forsakes, abides
In the spirit of those who believe, up above
There is One who knows every heart, decides
That the victory is ours – He always provides
A Christmas Special Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
December 4, 2022
I understand it feels broken
but only an aortic aneurysm,
or some other medical complication
can callout its appointed hour.
It is not defunct nor done for,
unless it has been ripped out of you
with a stone knife
by some blood-crazed Aztec priest
while you were still alive.
It was never a thing to be sacrificed.
It is not poisoned unless you poison it.
If it’s still beating
then it is still wired-up to your soul,
still the time bomb it was created to be,
still working for your eyes to open
to an even greater love and reality.
Your heart will break
when it forsakes you for a higher mission
until then -
take heart.
And when it seems, the last of Springs
has blossomed in my garden
A barren wasteland now resides
like sins without a pardon
The emptiness that that floods my heart
seems never to be shaken
A dream that haunts me in the night
from which i can’t awaken
It’s then and only then, I learn
just what it is that makes me
For strength is not dependent on
a whim that just forsakes me
Though gardens whither in our lives
and sorrow grows to follow
It means not that the rest of days
are destined to be hollow
Though giving up is easy when
the best seems far behind me
Determination stays the rain
and soon the sun will find me
Are you struggling? Are you hurting?
Tossed about on a wild sea?
Is it hard to face each day?
Just turn and take a look at me.
That once was me, I’ve been there too
No place was harder to be
That sinking in that awful mud
That would not let me free
But now, no more
I’ve been refined in the fire
My God, in His love
Pulled me out of the mire
He set my feet on the rock,
I shall not be moved
He’s establishing my steps
And He’ll establish yours too
Are you hurting? Are you aching?
Just look at the One who died for you
The One with mercy never ceasing
Who loves and never forsakes you
Turn your face to your Maker above
He suffered too, and knows your needs
Just wait, just hope, a little while
And He, in His love, will set you free
His love is constant joy and strength
His love is our only hope
And though life is sometimes so harsh and bleak
His love is how we cope
Oh, how much brighter the world seems
After you’ve been in the dark!
Just hold onto hope, whatever glimmer you have
And see what God does with that spark
#1: LOVELY
Plush of dawn light
Sight feels fond thrill
Blush of lost sight
Flight forsakes will
Crush of calm still
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
26 January 2021
Singapore
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