Insinuates Poems

Whitewash

It's not that we despise you,
the case of colour doesn't arise, you
being black doesn't matter...
It's just that the customer's idle chatter
insinuates the good name of our honest pub
will take the blame for your darker taint - 
Don't get me wrong talc or face paint,
Would eradicate
misunderstanding.

Roma

Sneaking downstairs in the witching hours
I find my first lover
Before school, I rarely get much sleep

A Francophile who could keep me up for days
Staying in her arms or on her lap before dawn
sometimes with a rat, Rad D Louise, licking me

The conversations and the illustrations
were not always enough to satisfy me

I asked her furiously over and over 
I was not allowed and
Father silently refused to accept this

We moved away, overseas
From the house where we held protesters
Living for a bit in Bangkok 
In an internet cafe 
where I discovered the earthquake

I'm left alone without my love

A decade passes and a few years go by

Sometimes we get together 
When I sneak out of the dodge van
walk a mile, back and forth in the dawn
On the dock which I live on with my dad

Mom insinuates herself near my lovers bed
With threats to tell as we smoke cigarettes on the roof

Another decade passes and a sweet and secret reunion
Causes my current boyfriend to shed tears no more

So Many Lights

Daylight transforms us into physical beings
Family light reminds us from whence we came
Sunlight insinuates we are on earth for a reason
Stoplight reminds us there are important rules to follow
Friend’s light illuminates our need to be honest and kind
Nature’s lights remind us of the grace and goodness of God
Twilight allows us to appreciate beauty, relaxing into her loveliness
Streetlights are wake up calls that it is time to close ourselves in our houses
Starlight reminds us that angels and spirit guides are standing by, ready to help.
Moonlight aids in our nightly journey back to the source, fully in touch with our soul selves.

The Second Coming

Chartreuse moss insinuates itself
into cracked brick as leprous eucalyptus
line the path, fallen leaves contorted 
into coral spines on weathered terra cotta.

Traveling between the trees I stumble
upon one sinewy stalk in a lithe tuft
heralding the second coming of a lily.

May's slate gray 
muffles the air until I hear 
the chameleon trill
of a mockingbird.

A Continuous Today

For the past, the future was never apparent
its dormant projection lay in unformed
no thought ever counted it of concern

Time tripped and dawdled, discovering playful as children do
a continuous today absent of tomorrow
the truancy of sleep the night merely borrowed

Only questions to remember
more important than the befuddled them to answer
a nursery-rhyme of colour designed to wonder

Why,why, why didn’t care to reason
but considered the importance of knowing nothing
and still, and still be in covenant with everything

There was no path to tread, no spirit to seek
no doorway held fast by rusted hinge
no separation between exploring mind

All was held in a delicate of light
those angel hands of every child
so unembellished in their witness never defined

So it is as in the continuous today
until the futures chain to changeable edge
rattles the bars and locks us all away

Such a scarecrow death insinuates
and by contemptible depiction reiterates
damnations end of miracles

Rain

my parched eyes watch torrents of rain 
lashing the glass windows
of my chic office on the seventeenth floor
can't hear the tinkling of drops 
or rumbling of clouds though
the sound obscured by engineered acoustics

I shut my eyes and it comes singing to me-
the sound of dripping roof of my childhood home
the resonant chorus insinuates the clamor inside.
how I want to run amok in the rain outside these walls!
how my expensive suit and svelte heels stifle my desire!
I ache and pine, a bird with clipped wings
captive in a golden cage.

rain, rain-I pray, do me a favor today
wash away my sagacity and wise adulthood
reverse the metamorphosis I’ve been through
seep into my locked pores
free out the innocent child I was once
lick my tired hands
to once more transform scraps of paper into boats
cleanse my eyes of ambition 
effulge the effervescent joy and energy
dilute my blood now viscous
into frothy ebullience tingling my veins
tousle and crush my silk parasol
soak me head to toe in sky’s curative water instead
drain away the worldly perfumes and essence
and fill my nostrils with pure petrichor.

Written on 06/04/2016

Saxophone

The cellar is his bleak repose,


in concert with the cockroaches and flies;


there he wipes his runny nose,


toils the day long, sunshine tries,



insinuates through rough and crumbled boards.


Lessons can't assuage his conflicts,


the bottom of the pile, his heritage affords


no more, the atmosphere restricts 



his breath. It leans against the wall,


a tarnished, dusty saxophone,


a measure of the time when he stood tall,


cadenzas blown with free and strident tone.


Author Notes



...inspired by 'Black Tambourine' by Hart Crane.

                 *********

Black Tambourine

The interest of a black man in a cellar
mark tardy judgment on the world's closed door.
Gnats toss in the shadow of a bottle,
and a roach spans a crevice in the floor.

Aesop, driven to pondering, found
heaven with the tortoise and the hare;
fox brush and sow ear top his grave
and mingling incantations on the air.

The black man, forlorn in the cellar,
wanders in some mid-kingdom, dark, that lies,
between his tambourine, stuck on the wall,
and, in Africa, a carcass quick with flies.

Pain and Suffering

The larval stage that insinuates
a protective agony made of silk
Interlaces incipience quilted diametrically
Which twitches against cogitation and reasoning closing in...
The same as guilt
Or what guilt started as.

Unforeseen contingency's photo flash
An illusion based on disappointment.
Crime.

Each searching for a way to Each searching for a way to multiply
Or the beauty to escape life's cocoon
without wings.
Moving without strings guided towards confusion. 
The maze made of milk.
So I tell myself, "Everything will be OK."
But why do I feel worthless...
When what I'm getting is good for me?

Surprise!  Feelings don't change until you do
Society fakes the facade as usual
And crime stays...
So I use words as wings and fly, fly away.

2/4/2016

Two As One

Sniffles, sneezes,
lovers wheeze, their breathing shallow,
sadness now invests their meager fold;
gaslight bubbles, curtains flutter,
cold insinuates and takes a hold.
 
Misery, but wait, a spark,
a glimmer, and a faith unfurled,
for melodies from unseen places,
voices of a host of angels rise to recreate a world 
where hope was lost and joy extinguished.
 
Music from a higher sphere
will permeate their still-born hearts,
repopulate their barren souls,
give credence to those well-flung darts
that make two halves a whole.

Saxophone

The cellar is his bleak repose,
in concert with the cockroaches and flies,
it's here he wipes his runny nose,
toils the day long, sunshine tries,

insinuates through rough and crumbled boards.
The colour of his skin constricts,
the bottom of the pile, his heritage affords
no more, the atmosphere restricts

his breath. It leans against the wall,
his tarnished, dusty saxophone,
a measure of the time when he stood tall,
cadenzas, and his free and strident tone.

Saxophone

The cellar is his bleak repose,
in concert with the cockroaches and flies,
it's here he wipes his runny nose,
toils the day long, sunshine tries,

insinuates through rough and crumbled boards.
The colour of his skin constricts,
the bottom of the pile, his heritage affords
no more, the atmosphere restricts

his breath. It leans against the wall,
his tarnished, dusty saxophone,
a measure of the time when he stood tall,
cadenzas, and his free and strident tone.


(Note: written as if in the 1940's)

Saxophone

...inspired by 'Black Tambourine' by Hart Crane

                      **********

The cellar is his bleak repose,
in concert with the cockroaches and flies;
there he wipes his runny nose,
toils the day long, sunshine tries,

insinuates through rough and crumbled boards.
Lessons can't assuage his conflicts,
the bottom of the pile, his heritage affords
no more, the atmosphere restricts 

his breath. It leans against the wall,
his tarnished, dusty saxophone,
a measure of the time when he stood tall,
cadenzas blown with free and strident tone.

I and Me

Seeing, what others want us to see,
Invigorate ‘them’, by subduing our plea.
Tears inside, still continuing with a glee,
Temporal affiance, desisting us to be free.
If this is life then what are we?
Condign figurine, maneuver by thee.
Even if we wish to, cannot flee,
Hypocrisy insinuates a denouement spree.
This world! A forlorn tree,
Subtle roots, nix flowers to be.
Living in the jungle of heartless “HE”
Don’t snatch my heart, I prithee,
In the name of God, let me---------- be ME.

Dementia

Inevitable happenings
Old age ushers
All sorts of pain


Awkward movement
Cloudy second childhood
Forgetfulness


Body in decline
Constipated feelings
Too much flatulence


Out of shape torso
Awkward motor response
Cracks and flaws unmask


Fear insinuates
Rigid obstinate ways
Dementia seizes


Hollow men
Hollow straws
Only death can save


Notice now
You do not know
Even your self


Life is first magic entrance
Then a comedic play
Finally forced tragic exit


God is gracious
Kindly reveals to man
Tells a fool he's a fool




Leon Enriquez
31 August 2014
Singapore

Patriotic People

Patriots we are
Ashen through war
To a more promising today.
Ruminant mammals as warlords
Insinuates the future of glory to come.
Open to emigration from across waters
Today is our day
Significant to determine a stronger unity.

People of the United States of America
Educate your minds innately.
Our focus is for greatness in a better way.
Plausibility is our qualifying state.
Love, peace, and harmony are what we search for nowadays.
Equanimity is our religious situation.

P eople of unity 
A ssemble as one
T o form a greater purpose.
R ebels for a cause
I s not a threat to others
O nly a stronger walk.
T his is our country.
I deals are now.
C ome patriotisms unto the clouds to celebrate.

P arade so grandiose 
E njoyed by all
O stentatious vainglorious
P raise triumphant
L ong live the USA.
E nvision events that fulfills our people and our states.
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PENNED ON JUNE 30, 2014!

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