Today, we're watching America fall, just as Rome fell.
Democrats and Republicans have marched us straight into hell.
And just as Jesus, in predicting the End Times, did say ~
this will all happen before the current generation passes away.
As nations rise against nations, and America squanders its laurel wreath,
there will be much weeping and gnashing of teeth.
Categories:
laurel wreath, america, angst, dark, jesus,
Form: Rhyme
A name means nothing
on the battlefield.
"Julius Caesar"
Test of conscience:
tainted with guilt
— behind woven brocade
luxury silk ties.
Public praise,
laurel wreath.
Ridiculous reasoning.
Categories:
laurel wreath, political,
Form: Free verse
Rose-petal lips, first quarter-moon forehead, galaxy face
Dimpled chin, button nose, flimsy jaw, eyes with a wild gaze
Skin that lures and intoxicates, like Tawny Port wine
She's divine. She's benign. She's also a sign of decline.
Created from the dust, she should go back to the dust too.
A bunch of pride and as tentative as the morning dew
Was she Adam's wife? Was she Lucifer's wife? A goddess?
For values, virtues, and vices, she is a prophetess.
Snake, owl, lioness, and queen of hell, mother of Charlie
Signs of courage, femininity, and equality
Dominion over the mysteries of the night and day
Lilith is the laurel, wreath, and bouquet in every way.
Categories:
laurel wreath, myth, mythology, woman,
Form: Rhyme
no din less more pronounced upon your ear
scallions separated blend to meet the stew
when hearty hearts drink out the broth of fear
and bury those with heavy hearts they knew
long mornings sun bestowed upon
when laddies grew beneath
and lads to lasses onward come
to part the laurel wreath
Tis hill we fools apart the path will travel
hats upon a head no longer there
and when to meet the layers to unravel
and when is left the floor yet barely bare
in ages ancient passed behind the eye
I long the longest sound to whisper now
and you may bring the bringing all for aye
but never will this song be singing low
ye cannot enter here nor can I come
for this the place that none can call their home
to hither yonder plain and tip to dome
none can worship all that worship some
some drink to fill the tears that they have lost
some cost is paid for every spill we see
though our hearts may fairly break each day
each day is payment fair for what we be
Categories:
laurel wreath, dedication, devotion, fate, giving,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
White hair, Gray hair, even No hair at all
some call it "The Crown of Age"
an imaginary but fixed laurel wreath for life
But, what is there actually under the "Victory Crown"?
in most lives, a sure sign of previous battles lost,
no more.
Categories:
laurel wreath, life, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
Oh Lord my God. I love you with an everlasting love.
Each of your ways is perfect and in you there is no
shadow of turning. I love you for first loving me and
sending Jesus to die for my sins. My heart is melted by
your goodness toward me. If I sin and ask forgiveness, you
give inner assurance that you've heard. You make my path
straight and it is well with my soul. How strong are
your arms that uphold me from evil and malicious people.
You've placed me upon a pedestal. I endure their evil
intent and continue to go forward from victory unto victory.
Every blessing I have is from you. My wife and family are
like a laurel wreath placed by you upon my head. All that I
have comes from you. How excellent is your name forever
on earth as it is in heaven.
Categories:
laurel wreath, religious,
Form: Free verse
Merge urge with surge to hurl short fest,
Invite the heart to feel quest spark;
Charm moves sad dirge in spellbound jazz,
Reprise old art to forge new mark;
Obscure yet grand that laurel wreath.
Taste thought unique in sharp outbursts,
Attain dear friend where impulse breathes;
Leap with technique high pulse and thirst,
Expose the strains in sheer delight.
See sense contrast in vibrant feel,
Wear sweet refrain in crystal light;
Ink unveils thrust as poignant will,
Rich devotion spreads art in flesh,
Laughs shape passion in mystic dash.
Leon Enriquez
14 July 2015
Singapore
Categories:
laurel wreath, beauty,
Form: Sonnet
Success or Failure’s Failure
Was it success or failure’s failure,
The will to win or a refusal to lose.
No guts, no glory!! – no pain, no gain!!
He stayed the course – unnoticed,
walked early through the cold mist,
prayed to a heartless, distant god,
answered the call every morning
to rise, to stiffen his back, move forward
toward another fading sunset.
No crowds lined dawn’s damp streets,
his only applause the sound of
windblown debris clattering on concrete,
no ribbons rewarded his perseverance,
his laurel wreath a sweat-stained pillow,
his trophy case a mantel of children’s pictures.
It took guts to amass such gains
the sweet touch of love’s regeneration
the continuum of living family,
the footsteps of a life – following
a distant shadow at dawn.
Is it success – or failure’s failure?
John G. Lawless
7/5/2015
Categories:
laurel wreath, family, father, life,
Form: Free verse
Journey you take as hero must,
One mindset starts for the true heart;
Story you make in a fine trust,
Explore bold art in fabled parts;
Prized tale and spell: follow your bliss,
Heed sacred code as hero can.
Choice helps you dwell on journey's gist,
Apply brave mode to live your plan;
Meet each stage cast that challenge way,
People you meet can bring conflict;
Best to outlast, outwit, outplay,
Enter harsh streets where fighting peaks;
Live zealous quest for laurel wreath,
Love sparks the best in monomyth.
Leon Enriquez
02 May 2015
Singapore
Categories:
laurel wreath, blessing,
Form: Sonnet
I will pave the farthest road,
see my likeness known in marble and gold.
Is it power, is it greatness I pursue?
Yes, it's destined, it makes sense,
that I should come to prominence,
Oh, world, Caesar comes for you!
I will not fade, spread across Pompey's gates,
what would Cicero know of what is great?
I can say,
alea iacta est, Rome will see her day.
Damn winter, autumn, by spring,
you'll see city columns rising.
And the aquaducts will flood with the blood,
of any still defying!
May the Gods stand behind my scabbard,
may the Gauls all scuttle and scatter.
I'll not retreat, or sit on my laurel wreath,
alea iacta est!
A thousand legions strong,
scouting regions far beyond,
marching on,
alea iacta est, Rome will see her day.
A thousand legions strong,
from Athena's Parthenon,
marching on,
alea iacta est, Rome will see her day.
I shall go, I shall see, I shall conquer,
I am servent to this life no longer.
Let the world heed these words,
and be ready to feature,
Gaius Julius Caesar!
Yes,
The die is cast,
It's mine, this at last,
alea iacta est,
Rome, will, see, her, day!
Categories:
laurel wreath, history, inspirational, time, uplifting,
Form: Dramatic Verse
May I help you sir, she said to me, as I walked in the door.
I hung my head, embarrass red, What was I in here for?
Did You remember paper towels? NO, as I head off to the store.
The Red Sox Won, the Red Sox Won, Curt Shilling was the star.
My radio is calling me to the Post-Game Show: If I Could Find My Car.
I can’t remember: Did I park in LOT Yellow ABC, or was it Purple PQR.
Soft Sweet Voice, made my Heart Rejoice; I can’t think of Her name.
My memory : waning years: reflections, recollections of YOUR Fame.
An earned Laurel Wreath is given YOU in the POETRY Olympic Game.
Inspired and Dedicated to "Sue Mason".. By whathisname
Categories:
laurel wreath, friendship, funny, inspirational, red,
Form: Rhyme
The laurel wreath
Bestowed on victors
Every four years
Blood, sweat and tears
In Pythian Games
Honoring Apollo
At Delphi onto Greece
In a classic ceremony
The corruptible glory
An immortal crown
Prized to artists
Public officials
The poets of Rome
And here at home
A rebirth of antiquity
With Apollo's oracles
Music and poetry
Prophecy and medicine
Things of God as things of men
The reform defecient renascence
Categories:
laurel wreath, art, history, imagination, inspirational,
Form: Free verse