Long Affords Poems
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Start with clear style sincere:
Words spice imagineer
To echo in bright spheres.
Start with vision made plain:
Work purpose to sure gain
To challenge reach and reign.
Start with passion most clear:
Weave primal plot right here
To attain joy not fear.
Start with lovely image:
Style a mindset to stage
A conscious target page.
Start with firm peace of mind:
Walk where precious thoughts find
True heart in grand align.
Start to know that sure proof:
Love is the sure cause of truth
That affords all a groove.
Start to live bold and brave:
Know that kind action saves
Your soul with love you crave.
Start right now, here and then:
Watch and observe great trends
That inspire where and when.
Start to feel more alive:
Your heart knows how to jive
With soul stirrings that thrive.
Start to see the clear hints:
Intent shapes fortune's mint
As action colours tint.
Start with feeling easy:
Heart rules the mind clearly
As soul blossoms body.
Leon Enriquez
05 March 2015
Singapore
The mythic gods are capricious
They stalk and torment mortal men
Demanding gifts and offerings
In exchange for what they promise.
But the true God is a giver
Showering men with gifts galore.
First, he puts breath in their nostrils
Then provides them with daily bread.
He’s the one who gives them knowledge
and the skill to earn a living.
Strength to labor, health to enjoy
all the pleasure that life affords.
When the farmer sows his plowed fields
God is the one who sends the rain
and the sun that makes crops ripen
yielding bounties for our bellies.
God makes the wombs of women fertile
so they can conceive and give birth
to the beings that replenish,
the human race, on planet earth.
When you enjoy nature’s beauty,
Just remember, God created
all the wonders that you behold
Are a gift from God, your maker.
After mankind disobeyed him
bringing sin and death on humans
God sent his Son down to this earth
to give his life to ransom us.
There is no God like the true God
who gave his life for his servants.
God the giver, bid you follow,
give him your being in return.
So swiftly now the fading years,
Lived well somehow through tears and cheers.
Signposts served well in passage rites,
Thoughts and books tell of frequent writes.
Curious the times going back then,
All sorts of rhymes align those bends.
Change has brought me to this new year,
Yes I can see faith push pass fear.
Each moment comes like a highlight,
A shiny sum to set fond sights.
The journey here to fund re-birth
Affords bold cheer to walk the earth.
So many things and lessons teach,
Just play and fling with ample reach.
Love is the key to mystery,
Joy comes for free if you but see.
Live each day's plot with sanguine feel,
Act upon thought and work goodwill.
Do all you can to touch and heal,
Focus most grand on how you feel.
Awake and see the goodness here,
Aware can be the cause you cheer.
Too soon the end can be a shock,
Do all you can to live bold stock.
The world you found may be unkind,
Still bless the grounds and serve the blind.
And when you leave these hunting grounds,
Know that less grief followed your rounds.
In praise or blame, rise above gain,
Love succeeds name despite the pain.
Leon Enriquez
28 January 2015
Singapore
Standing at the edge of a lush cornfield
Snuggling close to a bubbling brook
one majestic oak tree stands
upright like a sentinel guarding
the crops swaying in the breeze
with sunbeams dancing upon them
under a brilliant blue sky.
As the day wears out
the dusk gracefully sneaks in
blushing like a shy bride
entering the bedecked bridal suite
wearing a wedding gown
embellished with the radiance
of a crimson sunset gilding
the landscape in a shimmering hue.
The birds of all sizes and colors
and dryads, ducks, squirrels and owls
converge upon
its welcoming foliage to roost;
This expansive canopy of leaves
like one mammoth quilt
affords these weary souls
a safe haven in the quiet of night.
~07/30/15
~Nature poem contest by Shadow Hamilton
Dar es salaam where I live means heaven of peace
But to me she has proved as well to be a haven of peace.
A peaceful place for any peace-loving person or race.
Atleast selfishly from here seem faraway all warring feuds all bloody massacres.
For here we simply catch sea and fresh water fishes
instead of getting caught up in goddamned skirmishes.
Oh and I live in a land of seven wonders and I stay in a mansion of seven windows
Each of them overlooking a different view
Guys, seven wonders to be exact
but be ready here for both fiction and fact
For I present to you these seven wonders of this land
as if I could view 'em' all from where I stand.
Ah and though I've settled down trying to be content with Tanzania.
A major part of me will always belong to my beloved India.
Well, well my first window has a view of Mount Kilimanjaro
the highest mountain in all of Africa
Rightfully named, the Roof of Africa.
The 2nd window overlooks
Lake Tanganyika
and fishermen with nets and hooks
in the 2nd deepest and longest lake in the whole wide world.
And from my third window can be seen
the famed, fabled and very pretty
Natural park known as Serengeti
Nature's celebrated celebrity.!
The 4rth window affords a view of the wide Ngorongoro Crater
Just as rich in wildlife
Throw some fish to the 'gator
even if it's such a ruthless predator.
The 5th one it overlooks
The great game reserve Mikumi by name
no less in fame
for a choicest variety of game.
As for the 6th window, from there you can see
Lake Victoria too
and I play peek-a-boo
with a marvelous maribou
and cheerily say 'karibu'
from the largest lake in all Africa.
The seventh, the last window gives me a view
of the dry lush gold-green sea of Savannah
Teeming with favorite flora and fauna
Here a rhino, there a hyena
and hee hee 'hear' that mynah
So now it's up to you to plan a trip, a Safari
to this land of precious Tanzanite, the land of the Maasai
.Aha, mind you only the mansion overlooking all that is fictional
and every other detail is soo real and factual.
Picket chitter chatter about posh pitter patter at Henley Regatta scoff for that matter at the natter which does flatter SW19 scene & don't give a jot about that lot at Ascot..the big ticket for the English toff summer is a visit to the home of cricket..
Old father time’s hold over his many wards
Mystery of the history hoards told marauds
Nooks & crannies mould books of records
Symphony scored sold on adored chords
Famed for the gold framed named boards
As teams and bold dreams cross swords
Peruse the queues that start before 8
Members remember the embers of fate
Quest for best seating you can’t be late
Bleating a fleeting greeting at Grace gate
Blazer with crest for their guest do wait
Dearly nearly yearly meeting with a mate
Linen suits competing cahoots see a spate
Die hard scorecard scribe should venerate
Suss a them & us tribe vibe does permeate
Josh subscribe to a golly gosh folly & fete
Farce awash with fuss cloche on nosh trait
VIP pass posh wally with off his trolley gait
Bollinger harbinger scoff do quaff a crate
Just ar*e twee look at me upper class date
Holler that working class squalor will irritate
Elite no blue collar street scholar reprobate
Bacon & eggs hues repeating Test portrait
Prices vastly soared stop ghastly hordes
Boxes chock a block with corporate frauds
No fan roared everyone…politely applauds
Panamas, trilbys or fedora do doff towards
Caveats for toff twa*s cravats Lords awards
Our fancy dress is outlawed caused discords
Sneer at beer from kegs cheer more Landlords
No dregs shaggy hair diadoras & baggy cords
Begs no diaspora from poorer smorgasbords
A ticket to the home of cricket though affords
The chance to roam and to reap rare rewards
Champers is poured toasting the scoreboards
Stored hampers explored boasting the accords
Hosting encores bar detours welcome to Lords
She was only a whore they said
Just a druggie on the game
Most of the papers couldn’t be
Bothered to correctly spell her name.
Just an illegal immigrant tart,
Part of one of those foreign mobs
Over here to claim our benefits
Ot take over all of our jobs.
Not one of your high class call girls
Who service the Commons and Lords
Free of the general approbation
Such elevated status affords.
Not your enthusiastic amateur
Who put it about for free
Or one of those who’ve made it
By appearing on reality TV.
Not your free loving aristocrat
Hopping gaily from bed to bed
No, just a common street walker
Who unfortunately ended up dead.
Having so dehumanised her as
Just another lump of dead meat
Who earned herself a living by
Selling cheap sex on the street
This allegedly Christian nation
Doesn’t really bother anymore,
Just turns to the sports page
For the latest footie score,
Or, the very wealthy
With no real material cares,
To financial pages to check
Returns on stocks and shares.
Some mother, father or child
Who won’t see her anymore
Are suffused with pain and grief
Even though she was only a whore.
Vivace the tempo of the morning only due to current scheduling.
a Adagio type atmosphere is prefered: so they asked the guest
to allow the wait staff to use a cart to serve buffet style while
the actual line at the buffet could move along evening up
the time spent waiting to be served.
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Fried Cucumber fritters with smoked salmon and sour cream and dill.
with lobster eggs benedict, the toast was center cut
from a sourdough loaf and toasted and buttered.
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Then they shall dine. As unhindered by the obstacle.
might such find them inspiration.Truest in compliment
or complaint neither agrees with the professional.
Yet please may they be happy, and might there satisfaction
validate my affords to please.
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the desires and expectations and needs
of a person are communicated to people
when they are communicated to the right
people or person your satisfaction can come
about: thus bringing about pleasant a fulfill-
ing emotion that occurs when your expectations
are met.
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Written By: Með Virðingu
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The Little Wave That Could
by Odin Roark
So small
Amid my big brothers
Surfing atop their shoulders
Cresting death with infant life
So many miles
Drifting beside whitecaps
Their splash my recreation
Like the hydrant joys
Captive waters now biding time
Cool young spirits on land
Shamans of the deep
Have shared the future
Preparing me for the day
When caps will be lifted adrift
Free falling to the next
And the next
Until…
The quieter shores
Provide ebb and tide solace
Davy’s Locker stories
Come true
I too can return
So many ways back to the ocean
Through life’s water table
Evaporations to the clouds
Or…
Even the drinking by sentient friends
Affords serendipity
Liquid waste reclamation
A different second chance
After all
Davey tells me
I’m the molecule of life’s continuing story
No real end in sight
How lucky is that?
Prime Minister’s Question Time
That Wednesday morning farce
That starts with the sycophants
Verbally kissing the Premier’s ****,
Followed by the Opposition Leader
Who begs and implores
Answers to his questions
Which the Prime Minister ignores,.
To indulge in propaganda
And very personal attack
When the Opposition Leader
Vey quickly bites back.
Those present in the House
All bay, yell and scream like fools
In way that would bring exclusion
From most decent primary schools.
Democracy in action
There for all to see
The Parliamentary equivalent
Of the The Goon Show on TV
Prime Minister’s Question Time
A misnomer indeed
Behaviour more fitting those
High on skunk, roofies or weed.
A most unedifying spectacle
But thats just how it looks
When any nation is led by
Hypocrites, spivs and crooks.
The honourable resignation
A thing of the long long past
As those in power cling on
Until the very very last.
And loyalty is rewarded,
When the opportunity affords,
By the lifetime sinecure of
A seat in the House of Lords.
We treat politicians with deference
In a manner that confounds
Forgetting they work for us
And not the other way around.