A pleasurable fun
The mighty fairy men
That rest on their misfortune fames
And boast of their powerful names
Seeking greatness all ways
Making out through the trough
Unrelenting spirit standing all days
Perfect description of the field falloff
Going beyond ones apparition
Assays for the end
Goes beyond what words can amend
Eating up via pump to fake the love for ammunition
The same book that we had last neglect
The same world we learn was a dream
While we are still in love to deflect
Forgetting our way to the darling home
Shadow is a fear on its own
It leaves in time of distress
To see your endless joy born
The best ever siege redress
Leaving and coming
A mark of change
While you wait almost hoping
The faded change impinge
Autumn is near
When nights on hours of the day do impinge
Softer are the rays of mid-day sunshine
Greenish leaves do start to pick orange tinge
Tall lupines linger low, curl down and pine
Roses slowly start to shed their petals
Lovely lavenders languish with crisp fear
Cooler air from grey clouds starts to settle
Purple pansies begin to drip sad tears
When birds flutter with less strength with reason
It`s time to hail the fall`s train which is near
Time to greet the coming Autumn season
With its splash of red saffron hues so dear.
Sarcophagus emptied onto white sand.
Knucklebones tossed, like dice, with soul case smarts.
Where she’d end up, this burial unplanned.
Like grinding down teeth, time reclaims cast parts.
Connections to each bone release, unhinge.
Frightful corpse formerly the queen of hearts.
Basically, sand and more sand on the fringe.
This beach without a sea, this teen girl walks.
Upon an ascendant, fate will impinge.
As girl tries to leave sand advances, stalks.
Rattling upon the wind, this bone beach talks.
His boredom conquered discipline again;
a bridge thus built has no one else to blame.
A blazing dumpster fire bloomed from within,
like breathing, birth unnoticed when it came.
Audacious that a button made of cork
might detonate and on his soul impinge.
Believe not blood, instead apply the torque,
and so begins another drinking binge.
——————
Thought I’d try to use all the B words to describe one…
Ages ago, in the beginning
God said "Let there be light."
And Satan made his attempt
at darkening man's insight;
having fallen himself by denying
God's power at heaven's height.
Adam and Eve fell for his lies
and disobeyed God's command
to leave that one tree alone
just one tree in all of Eden-land.
The tree of the knowledge
of good and evil must have been grand.
The Light of the World
met his Father's challenge
on the cross, And He changes
lives still today, but I cringe
at the thought of God-asking me,
"did your light, the darkness impinge?"
John, Revelation's time traveler of old,
foretells visions of not needing the moon or sun.
New Jerusalem need never fear a black-out
of understanding, for there dwells the Holy One
the Living light. God Himself will be all the light
mankind will need when time has become undone.
March 17, 2022
Living Light Unseeking Seeker
FRAGMENTS 9
Feel thus the strange feelings
That impinge upon slippery slides
On slopes of sensorial rush
Moving here and there
But unknown in the flux and reflux
Of uncertain certainty
As even mere paradox outlives
Fragile mortality in-transit
As mortal death embraces dying
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
04 October 2019
Singapore
Books are being stacked on the streets to impinge
blame on their words as worthless thoughts;
yesterday they were a great source of knowledge.
Scriptwriting is being totally replaced by obsessive texting,
one of the marvels of our artificial intellect;
once reading and writing were the only icons of learning.
Soon robots will replace human intelligence:
trains, buses, and cars controlled by a computer;
havoc on the minds of travelers with exigence.
A hysterical Greta explains the results of negligence
to the UN Assembly, they seem to ignore her;
climate changes can't be spoken with transience.
How can anyone face those horrifying events?
Hollywood enhances them with their imagination;
even asteroids frighten us more than earthquakes.
Wisdom murmurs amid paucity of things—
seekers contemplative in cross-legged trance.
Pondering vaguities pensive meditation brings—
to apprehend with nonchalance of glance.
While to acolytes, such subtleties impinge—
denied are those of stifled grasp.
For in their minds a fetid dinge,
mundane failure to enclasp.
Stunted ones thus held in thrall,
ever signal their incurious pose.
While unmuted is a mounting wrawl,
from those abhorrent in appose.
The blind above in fog would lead,
who daily task us for our gaze.
They tire us with unending screed,
and we ignore while they abrase.
Rather would I summon stillness—
watch quiet water smooth a stone.
Free myself of this world’s illness—
love gently life I choose alone.
A bold and burly bridge, beams of cantilever.
Pillars of concrete ridge, confluence of the river.
The callipers however quiver..
"Hey distant shores," shrieked the bridge with shiver.
"Shake your hands, you're so close, reach out to your neighbour.
The river wailed," Oh! my shores!, they are not near and dear.
I have seen them only shout, I don't think they can hear."
Across million drops of blood and tear, you're a bridge of terror and fear.
Compassion...? Can you bear?"
Religions race in different pace, the hatred, can you endure?
Riches allure the poor for sure, the economy, can you secure?
The crafty fringe of lunatics and nasty impinge of tricks...
The loose hinge of politics, the connect is a raft of Quick-Fix...."
Abuse with binge all over, "Hey !! Who will build the bridge?
The builders? they plunder and siege..
They breach their very own speech...
the other end never will reach...
Give us the bridge of faith and a river of peace to bathe.
With Love and Hope in every breath....
Help us cross the mainstream, the chasm of life and death.
We accept the GREAT Grace of Jesus, works of pure love
So we get eternity and so much else
Does it mean we defend those who steal and hurt others
again and again and again and again (only westerners)
When we suspect Syria used chemical weapons, we do not wait
We bomb the same day (in whose Name? Hubris, not Jesus)
So, let us help other nations prosper, reduce emigrants
And we will not have to return precious artefacts, pay millions in fines
And have courts tell us, "Don't separate refugee children from Moms"
Because we are forgiven much, given much (USA!) and need reminding:
Don't turn refugees as you did Jews in the 1940s from these shores
Or intern Japanese Americans because we went to war against Germany
(But preferred to turn yellow when race matters impinge on humanity)
Race matters .... yes, race matters: even in forgiving, it seems
No, to the question as title to this poem: Let's get real, kinder. Kinda ...
Though tenuous the winds impinge
on late October's brittle fringe,
bereft of August's saffron glow
when brilliant sky did ardent flow
formidable in cyan tinge,
immutable will frost astringe
hot tangerine of summer singe;
no haven for the zeal to go.
Demurely comes first winter's twinge
as last of maple leaves unhinge.
Soon falcons after doves will go
'cross interludes of vestal snow,
while eaves sketch icicles' syringe.
10/23/17
Each line is composed of two Anapaest metres and a final Spondee metre.
Come to me and put thine sweet eyes
on this note that thus came, e’en tries
to put slander within my mind
of the old and bad trite stale kind.
What false lines do impinge thy name
for such claims do, love, make thee blame
in the splitting of so great pair,
the well known Lord and Lady Blare.
Such words I will not yea believe
since without gens how they deceive.
The hot fire of this flame’s flambeau
will burn scurrilous page I know.
Then with glaive on this pole I’ll take
their head clean off for they name’s sake.
A clear morning rose over the copper-tinged rocks,
the serene sky stayed the same after down;
but the lighthouse did not trust that calmness,
then a horrendous rumbling made it suddenly frown.
A apocalyptic event was to occur in minutes,
Poseidon rode his horses to impinge horror,
making the foaming waves resemble ghosts
who frightened the lighthouse with a loud roar.
The sentinel's foes weren't pirates, but the waves themselves,
and engulfed by those giants, it could barely fight or even breathe;
and doomed, she heard Poseidon's voice in the mouth of whales,
not glad with the volcano's eruption making waves boil and seethe.
Written on 4/12/2016
It rains own the fringe
doon the barrel of a syringe
bit doesnae impinge
own a generation raised
own intangible dreams
Promises made an broken
some real and others unspoken
live's wir left Floatin
own a truculent an barren
landscape of limited means
I hardly hear the wind whispering
While we nestle, aired in the ballad.
Life gels as the flame in our hearts flares up;
Our breath, a blazing fire in winter.
I hardly can stay alone since we met,
While the elixir showers the air,
Making me take in life: we must first
Fuse to transmute into pure gold.
I hardly can see life existing
Beyond the two of us. The world is
Strange to our nest in Lotus Island
Where love is the air, water, and bread.
I hardly think tomorrow today;
Life is now, and no other day dares
Impinge on the endless love streaming
From the spring that gurgles in our hearts.
I hardly believe that life will end.
If to clasp to your bosom is life,
Then I live in eternity because
I'm lost, each moment in living Love.
© 2015
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