Long 2018 Poems
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If one is hungry
And bored
Of watching over Mecca,
What better place
To steal an apple
Than from another country’s orchards,
With fighter jets
Twanged in the sky
Like flying bottle openers,
Diving down
And peeling back a tin can roof
Of a school bus
Loaded with 40 children,
Whose shoulders are all
Strapped
With blue and red back packs
That look like little lunch boxes,
One of them
Surely containing
The sweet temptation
Of the perfect apple.
Mistaken identity, can happen.
So, a few bombs,
True,
Have to remove
The dozens of windows
And deposit
The million shards like razors
To flay the skin of the girls and boys
And, in an attempt to remain civilized
About this,
First cook
With fire and oil
The cheekbones from the skulls
Of the five year olds
Who are still alive,
And it’s important to keep fresh
The liver, tongues and hearts
Shish-kebobbed
With splintered ribs, white as serpents,
And finally, then
There it is,
The well done slab of lamb’s meat
Still clung, red as a beet,
Limbs and noses,
To be stripped
From that one buried back pack
And within it, zipped,
The fine taste of a ripe apple
Polished by mom
As a snack that was packed,
That day,
For school.
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I wake up next to no one right at dawn
to check for late night texts that don't exist
The paperboy throws news toward the lawn
and moves on, even though he knows he missed
I (yawning) fight to brush the blues away
but when I touch my eyes, I find them wet
God! I could not foresee the dawning day
when you would leave for someone you just met
We've been together since the dawn of man
but looking back, it's clear that things weren't great
Im cooking, but here I turn from the pan
to stare at my reflection in a plate
You're gone. And as my breakfast burns to black,
it dawns on me that I don't want you back
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07/22/2018
(Dedication: For my son Michael Zachary
On your study tour Down Under.)
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Here by the gate,
Fate is not late;
Study tour calls
In brisk footfalls.
Here as we sip,
Espresso trip;
With kin and friends,
Fond touch attends.
Your night time flight
In the clear light;
Faces share smiles,
Warm feelings style.
There’s much to cheer,
Just being here;
Bon voyage then,
Boarding pass tends.
A photo treat,
Visuals now greet;
For old time’s sake,
Cheers that we make.
Have a good trip,
Study tour grips;
Work smart fond feel,
Chalk up goodwill.
Blessings to each,
Seize ample reach;
Glimpse happy lot,
Dwell with fine thoughts.
January mood
With quest made good;
A dream to meet,
Mellow feels sweet.
So, here’s to you
Where fate funds cue;
Moments now cast
Wonder at last!
May all things good
Caress fond moods;
May success thrill
Wise, affluent feel.
Listen dear heart
As hard work arts;
Be in-sync whole,
Body-mind-soul.
Yet, fun attends
Your action plans;
Let heart and mind
Greet rainbow finds.
Leon Enriquez
20 January 2018
Singapore
its threadbare blanket taints the sunset
masking the eyes of evenings predators
slowing the pace of the days heartbeat
holding in its grasp a troubled darkness
soft-petaled flowers warily close their eyes
seeking the solace of denial
tree top chatter ceases – acquiesces
to the dwindling warmth of presence
dusk, a lie told to eager believers
yellow eyed hermits blinking in the tall grass
creeping into the no man’s land of darkness
tongues and whiskers test nocturnal skills
howls and squeals of darkness in the darkness
as the gloaming drops its quilt upon the night
©7/18/2018
for Dusk or Dawn – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Emile Pinet
With this tear halfway to heaven I love you, goodbye
Hear me calling you falling into you dreaming of you
I surrender all the way if I could the colour of my love
At last come to me Immortality in unison to love you more
Hear me calling you falling into you dreaming of you
Faith in us forget me not think twice set me free I'm your angel
At last come to me Immortality in unison to love you more
The power of love seduces me Fly love can move mountains
Faith in us forget me not think twice set me free I'm your angel
I surrender all the way if I could the colour of my love
The power of love seduces me Fly love can move mountains
With this tear halfway to heaven I love you, goodbye
Celine Dion songs in order: With This Tear. Halfway To Heaven. I Love You, Goodbye. Calling You. Falling Into You. Dreaming Of You. I Surrender. All The Way. If I Could. The Colour Of My Love. At Last. Come To Me. Immortality. Unison. To Love You More. Faith. Us. Forget Me Not. Think Twice. Set Me Free. I'm Your Angel. The Power Of Love. Seduces Me. Fly. Love Can Move Mountains.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on April 11, 2018 for contest MUSIC PANTOUM sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 3RD
On a patch pink
Called a brown skink
Near my bed room
Made a rose bloom
It is such things
There and then brings
Sparks from our soul
Waves in our bowl
In the pond’s froth
There was a moth
I caught it live
Both got in strife
Put it on a
Stack of gray hay
Made sure it lies
Near the skink’s eyes
The skink looked pleased
It rushed in speed
But stopped short of
Grab on moths love
It once looked right
The eyes shone bright
Turned its head left
In a move deft
My, oh, my, a
Skink pink and gray
On a tree stem
Now two of them
Both rushed and met
A lot of sweat
Colts from old Troy
Huge flood of joy
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February 3, 2018
128 Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Silent One
YOU HAVE NEVER FAILED ME YET
You have never failed me yet
Just when I’m bout to fall
You come and help me up
You have never failed me yet
I ran through the promises and I ‘ve passed the test
And before I know it I’m wonderfully blessed
You’ve ne’er fail me yet
Not that you would if you could
Only man can fail me now
And God up holds me how
I manage to be in His grace, mercy and love, (I just don’t know)
Wow
Lord you’ve never failed me yet
It’s mankind and me that have failed this test
If I let go and let God I will surely trod on
And I too will glorify Him
In my darkest hour in the lightest of days His glory shines on through
You’ve never failed me yet
03/06/06/
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2006, 2018
From a deep chasm of sorrow I write,
and although shattered- silken is my pen;
from this abyss my written words seek light,
varnished words- I pen again and again.
There is an evil that hates,
a darkness that waits.
With dawn comes the mockery and taunting,
so vicarious to my fragile soul;
horrid insults thrown forever haunting,
yet, my written in blood sleek lines- still stole.
There is an evil that hates,
a darkness that waits.
It is my impetus, my sweet ardor,
I adorn, beautify- then garland drape;
with spiritual strength I work harder,
and carefully written feelings take shape.
There is an evil that hates,
a darkness that waits.
I exult with pride- overjoyed with me,
for I write for me and I have rapture;
rejoicing in word opulence with glee,
my "poetic pen"- no one can capture.
There is an evil that hates,
a darkness that waits.
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August 15, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/A Darkness That Waits
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1052-338-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Eight Word Challenge - 8
sponsor, John Hamilton
First Place
I stand here now- the winter of my life,
amazed how fast its seasons quickly flew-
recall how younger days were free from strife;
in open fields, I ran neath skies of blue.
The time between life's changing seasons-
is modified by deeper reasons.
Then, one fine day, real love swept me away
with roots soon planted deep inside my heart;
presented joys of motherhood's bouquet
that blossomed in the spring of my life chart.
The time between life's changing seasons-
is modified by deeper reasons.
When summer brought a lush and fuller time,
another generation came to be.
Fruit of my fruit, with each, came joy sublime;
so thankful still- how life had gifted me!
The time between life's changing seasons-
is modified by deeper reasons.
Soon, Autumn found me in the golden sun
of harvest time to reap more fulfilled days,
with new creativeness- more time for fun-
relaxing with the gifts of its bright phase.
The time between life's changing seasons-
is modified by deeper reasons.
I stand here now- my winter days are here.
Though firm, I stay and ponder the next stage-
for winter's fickle; when she leaves- unclear.
But, until then, with life, I will engage!
July 10, 2022
Premiere Contest: The Time Between The Seasons
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Revision of a poem posted October 2018
I find life is divine,
and in forests I entwine;
picking wild pink lupine,
it is there, I retreat . . .
Among the birds singing,
and butterflies clinging;
with arms and legs swinging,
I walk to chirps, upbeat . . .
I become so soulful,
and just leave my woeful;
then, my mood is hopeful,
but still, bittersweet . . .
And all my yesterdays,
are part of my past always;
so, in nature I gaze,
and my peace is, complete . . .
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March 18, 2018
Poetry/Verse/Beautiful Forest
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1004-901-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Featured Poem Week of October 27, 2019.