Trauma,
loiters and lurks,
terror of scarred recall,
that primal bug I yearn to squash,
volcanic magma, spewing ruptured bile,
past life nemesis a stern plight,
I shudder, weep and pine,
at graves filled by,
trauma
Never in secluded pools they dwell,
I speak of ornate waterfalls,
they rise and fall majestically,
near docks, wharves and piers,
sparkle, gleam, smooth flow trickle,
eye balm whirl fantastic perk on tap,
stickybeak on podium rapids,
instigator signage when our trek seems dull,
but reflection is a gem warp cataract,
kinetic rebound ocean wave backbeat,
which in fact an upfront blissful target,
hardly ever missing opal bulls-eye,
environmental bubbles that somehow never burst,
indulge outlandish fare Promethean,
spurt on vermillion lanyards pendant sweep,
dream paint sunrise clementine tincture,
daub acrylic spree through pale moon orb,
squeeze tube lambent hue past frail mandala,
eternal sepia a light touch pristine shroud,
that loiters over urban life force ripple,
flaunt your image rich abundant fire
An advent of raptors loiters over mall roofs.
hooded eyes scope the neon-lit spaces,
the concreted waste lands.
We wake to their screams as if this were High Sierra,
not Ohio where parent’s try-out or manage children,
open party stores, hunker through the coming
and going of baby Jesus; de-ice puffer jackets.
Gloom is plowed behind snow dunes.
The red-tails roam in loose federations,
their young, mob-handed and loutish,
the mature work alone,
scything through small birds,
the weakened and walking.
The hawks wing-dance proclaiming their time,
a time of frost-bitten electric barricades,
of bobble hats and mittens,
while unseen, a wind-rattled thorny brier,
recites its litany of seasonal prayers.
LION
Loner lion idle.
Loiters just aimless.
Loves to eat deer, zebra
Large animals or small.
Likes to attack rodents.
Lioness kills the prey.
Lion shares really flesh.
' In Search Of Prey'
Contest by Joseph May.
Amos made a promise, took a sip of wine,
Poured his heart out and he bowed his head.
Pledged to come back safely as Evangeline
Shed a tear for every word he said.
Polished as the buttons on his uniform,
Amos bowed to her and kissed her hand.
Gone to face the fury of the raging storm.
Hoped his lady love would understand.
Troopship cuts the water on a sea of glass.
Lookout taken with a homesick dream,
Focused on a vision of some cherry lass,
While a periscope lies dead abeam.
Walking down the corridor by candlelight
In a mansion full of silent rooms.
Loiters in her husband’s study every night
Where the presence of his absence looms.
Soldier comes one morning with a telegram
And a story of a ship gone down.
Sadly tips his hat and says, “I’m sorry, ma’am.
What a shame it is when brave men drown.”
Courage, honor, loyalty and songs of war,
Verse and chapter writ in martyrs’ blood;
Second-hand excuses from the time before,
Grand illusions worth their weight in mud.
Her frame conflagrates into ashes..
As the prevaricator’s vapid orb digs into her innocent soul
Burning with dark desires..
He cajoles her with a mind that incessantly conspires
The ghosts from the massacre follows him..
As he leaves a trail of slaughtered dreams behind the radical whim
The callous Massacre of innocent adoration..
Leaving behind all the lovers with great lamentation
The lust galore.. as the naked ghosts moan and slithers across the eel..
Oozing the fetid slime as it loiters its way through caves to steel
Blood starts oozing out from her crushed emotion..
Please seal this.. lest it turns into a putrid potion
She’s dead!
And his cold slender finger slides right for another
Massacre..
Beast retrieved
who vowed never
strive...
Couldn't abide by words
gambled floods
Livid lethal lava
parched essence dwells
furnace no sedimentary
tar loiters.
Optimistically optimises
For future further
Luminous loop of life
Clear inscribed circle
Promises which to amend-
Shrunken.
SILHOUETTE (19/23) — PICTURE
Visual collage
Sanguine craft loiters;
Parallel worlds
~~~~~
Here I shape
My own landscape
As my hands trade
Each loving act
To frame pure fact
Here I sign
With peace of mind
With eyes not blind
But heart that feels
How love now heals
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
08 January 2021
Singapore
Savage whims of winter
that bring freezing rain
unrestrained
in a sky re-grouping
flaired forceful with the cold
Ice coated, leaf-less trees that bend
like old men over their canes
Trees from an underworld,
frigid
brutally hobbled by their rich, new coating
Maple trees,
heavy
that seem to weep with worry
Glaze baked into branches that gleam
in sober sunlight
like a church lit by candles
Ice that flickers with sorrow and beauty
a crystal knave
inviting awe and repulsion
for sheeted frost that veils the landscape
Refracted light,
glistening
to fill the cramped chill of winter
Still life stiffened that crackles and hisses
when the wind blows
An icy, lush world that loiters in our minds,
stealthily
to shimmer in our slumber
Poem composed: December 17, 2020
Love doesn't dash, it loiters -
with repeated movements like music
and beautifully crude endearments.
Love does't dash, it lingers
with rhythms like dance
and boastfully rude aphorisms.
So dally my love - lollygag,
lounge and we'll share breaths
and mess about.
love doesn’t dash, it loiters
with repeated movements like music
and beautifully crude endearments
love doesn’t dash, it lingers
with rhythms like dance?
and boastfully rude aphorisms
So dally with me my love
lollygag, lounge and in a while
we'll share breaths and mess about
Hot mid-afternoon
Windy air loiters late;
Drowsy feelings drown
~~~~~~~~~
Slanting shadows
Deserted playground;
Evening weighs heavy
~~~~~~~~~
By the old pathway
Not a soul in sight;
Equatorial misdemeanour
~~~~~~~~~
City-state mystic
Moments separate;
Zen illumination
~~~~~~~~~
Simple looks plain
Still posture speaks loud;
Silence spreads spacious
~~~~~~~~~
Intervene now
Disperse congregations;
Isolation permutates
~~~~~~~~~
Dusk settles fast
Nightfall brings wetness;
Rain plays moist music
~~~~~~~~~
City skyline
Moon in mystic aura;
Touching revelations
~~~~~~~~~
Words in ink
Stains on paper speak;
Picture portrait tells
~~~~~~~~~
Words work wit
Taste thought tangle;
Quote quilts quest
~~~~~~~~~
Havoc in stand still
Idle moments aggravate;
Fear tells a story
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
05 April 2020
Singapore
Pieces of heart
Bleed on glass shards
Memoirs now start
Verse from sad bard
Line by line tell
As feeling surge
Pain seems to dwell
On some odd verge
Verse in stern fit
Cuts sharp and deep
Loss of bold wit
Hits where tears weep
Touch in plain strokes
Hinge on brief binge
Pain knows to poke
On edgy fringe
Feel the damp air
Where sad turns bad
A losing flair
Prompts anger mad
A forlorn face
Loiters with sketch
To plunder place
In futile match
Come to know truth
In anxious form
As if to proof
A dying norm
Too soon, too late
That dying moan
Fear claims due fate
With final groan
Leon Enriquez
01 April 2020
Singapore
You were
neither a destroyer
nor a preserver
like Shelley’s west wind.
You were
a native signal
to harvest the taro and tapioca.
You were
a swing for the shore,
and my soul too.
You weren’t
just a parching wind
for me.
My still leaves
were energized
by your verve.
Moon shines.
Henna plant blooms.
Ghost of a love loiters
in the old melody
from a CD.
If you blow now,
a heaven will open
as in the past.
Climate has changed
like generation.
Vrishchika and the present
are passive,
poker-faced.
Season of stirring wind
is no more.
An Ockhi of havoc howls
instead.
Vrishchika,- a month in Malayalam calendar, noted for continuous
wind in some parts of Kerala
Ochkhi – name of a cyclone
First published in The Curlew
Evening breeze
Dry cool comfort;
Punctuates hazy day
~~~~~~~~~
Busy feet pound
Park walkway path;
Morning work rush
~~~~~~~~~
Birdsong echoes
Dawn salute;
Morning Glory flowers
~~~~~~~~~
Food paradise
Spoilt for choice;
Same old dish
~~~~~~~~~
Scented perfume
Floral sensations;
Charming delights
~~~~~~~~~
Promenade walkway
Airy seaside smells;
Evening serenade
~~~~~~~~~
Abrupt dusk
Darkness blankets;
Eyes stare blindly
~~~~~~~~~
Distant afterglow
Moist evening sky;
Hint of rain
~~~~~~~~~
Words slip away
Memory loiters brief;
Lost sad story
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
20 September 2019
Singapore
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