Within a loft,
In her svelte dress,
Comfy and soft,
She holds her champagne,
Glass,
Upon her stilletos,
With tender,
And lovely sass,
Within maple tree caress,
Her cabaret heels,
Sweetly,
Upon the green grass,
She holds the sweet hem,
Of her vintage dress,
Her Golden curls,
Like honey in the wind
Reynaldo Casison
IN THE PRESENCE OF NATURE LOFT
In the presence of Nature’s loft
In the grassy banks on a pond at the park
God swam to me he washes His face
And He looked and he stared and applied mercies grace
He was witnessing unto me
In the presence of Nature’s loft
In the presence essence of the foul, a duck
In His belief system there’s only faith never luck
He was witnessing unto me
And He looked and He stared and saw me
Naked I am, He said who told you were
I ate of the fruit, He called me a “doth”
In the presence of Nature’s loft
I acknowledged it was this woman this girl
That He given me, that cause me to sin-fully
He walk closer to me and in His presence
I felt His forgiveness, His ever presence as I hid in the distance
I felt His love as He stared at me
So I shot Him with my camera
In the presence of Nature’s loft
A photo of you see angels in nature
God shows up 100 percent
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Amen
10/20/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2022
~Resting here at the spot
Not his spirit, soul, not his heart
Just a coffin casket
His truest self is heaven bliss
Truest resting spot heaven's loft~
10/21/21
Written by James Edward Lee ©2021
#14: LOFT
Live and love well the way of grace,
Old works make new in joy and peace;
Forge that pure spell that tells on you,
Trust can renew that charming ease.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
11 January 2021
Singapore
Loft and Shade
When we observe
The human experience
As a roller coaster
Times in the loft
Times in the shade..
A question shouts
How to remain
In the loft..?
Until a whisper
Time creates a
Masquerade which
You have attended..
The shade has always
Disguised the loft...
as the sun moves through the leafy fields
so do I wish to gather in slow down fashion
and enter the cashmere loft of a flower
even if it were for just one hour...
A bittersweet taste of isolation grips
While climbing high on a forsaken loft ,
Escorted by a window’s glassy beam
And I notice a disarray of keepsakes…
History books, stale cigars, antiques
In fluted trunks all muddily undone:
Somehow, a cloud turns deep violet
Where I uncover a file of private notes;
Intimate as your very skin, your breath
Marking our years’ affectionate episodes—
`````
Till my dire soliloquy, my ached calls ,
Hide beneath an ocean of black stars
Recalling now, your gentle kiss
As you leave to fetch a Sauvignon
Warming a rainy October nightfall :
Yet sirens greet me, deafened by
Fate’s ending This room holds me
In total vagueness that my lungs
Pine for your name I can only hear,
As midnight groans like a widow for it.
11/20/2017 Picture 3
Photostory Contest for Eve Roper
A new find here:
A touch most kind,
A certain cheer,
A mystic mind.
A still fond trance:
A deep true light,
A primal dance,
A touch moves sight.
A way now shows:
A path of quest,
A succinct glow,
A flash of zest.
Leon Enriquez
14 August 2017
Singapore
Landing in Hay Loft
Seeing some agony often put off;
Go ahead and play a round of golf;
Did not die,
Or ever cry;
Leaped to death landing in a hay loft.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
New place
Signs grace
New way
Charms play
New light
Deep sight
New signs
Cheer finds
New near
Wears cheer
New maze
Glimpse gaze
New lot
Sweet spot
New theme
Grand dream
New tease
Sets peace
New flame
Change names
New loft
Speaks soft
Leon Enriquez
28 November 2016
Singapore
Love shows
You know
Life sums
Find psalms
Joy grooms
Floods room
Zest cheers
Fine quest
Be brave
Love saves
To reach
Don't preach
Share fest
Waltz jest
Sense plot
Dream slots
Frame mood
Do good
Dear soul
Be whole
Live well
Love tells
Leon Enriquez
26 January 2016
Singapore
Wander wide world
Seek spreading swirls
Touch tender twirls
Live lovely light
See sparkling sights
Frame freeing flight
Sync sensuous stay
Prime precious play
Sculpt subtle say
Ends etch enough
Sample sweet stuff
Lift lofty laughs
Leon Enriquez
29 July 2015
Singapore
feed pours from the sack
daylight lost you won’t get back….
more square bales to stack
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