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“One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.”
-Sophocles, Greek Poet
Out of the shackles of turbulent night,
Through the dark meadow to redemption light,
Freed captives of a menacing shadow,
We can look out of an open window.
Held by a warm and compassionate hand,
Led to a beautiful and blossoming land,
A symphony of glee pervades the room,
Out of the hold of the tendrils of gloom,
Hope adds colours to a shadowy day,
The feet find a sure harmonious way,
The mind sees beyond the looming sorrow,
There’s an entry of a new tomorrow.
Lightened of the weight, we see with new eyes,
Love aids us to disperse the gloomy skies.
Serenity
Two more decades will have ground ageing bones to a sound mightily creaking
Joints spaces diminished, mobility hampered, once kind flexibility rapidly waned
Air flow restricted in lungs stretched to the limit, vascular flow crushingly strained
Skin flaccid dangling from muscles and bones, calcified kidneys unhappily leaking
Tinnitus looming, high pitch audio impaired, hearing aids on full blast and shrieking
Eyes squinting through cataracts, visual perception blurred, night vision constrained
Mind looking back in nostalgia, synapses malfunctioning, slow flux un-contained
On a slippery slope, I might inhabit a mental wheelchair metaphorically speaking
Yet age holds glorious beauty and may bring wisdom, if I call on the youth they retain
A mind full of memories, contentment and still looking forward in compassionate peace
With eyes never the less sparkling insightfully, ears listening without insanity’s speed
Heart soul spirit and mind gathering un-fragmented wholeness, no need to complain
My wheelchair must have a turbo engine for spinning around in the full flight with ease
I’ll race you my lover companion and soulmate, in twenty years love holds all I need
(Note: This poem is a Sonnet with Alliteration.)
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Start stereo streaming, laughter lifting locks;
Hunter hurling hooks, choice chasing chatter;
Dance distant dreaming, trouble trouncing torque;
Buddy bearing books, mind moulding matter.
Love listens lovely, play planting promptly;
Texture tussles trade, boom bulging blossoms;
Vex voice valiantly, touch textures tightly;
Flexing frenzy fades, allure aids awesome.
Loiter lingers lull, words weaning wonder;
Do deliver deal, pressure primes pleasure;
Cheer cleverly culls, posture plots plunder;
Set sleepy sight still, movement mimes measure.
Winding westward way, preying pampers piece;
Pleasure pleasing play, ever eastern ease.
Leon Enriquez
06 May 2014
Singapore
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She stands at the window,
Looking at the children in the meadow,
Playing outdoors is a luxury,
She’s saddled with drudgery.
She feels the world has no place for her,
And emancipation is only a blur,
She wishes she could hide in the night,
Or climb its ladder to a distant height.
Death has brought her down a horrid way,
The sun-kissed day doesn’t see her come out to play,
Sometimes she sings the redemption song,
This aids her to get along.
Though she’s glad she has found an abode,
Home is still a faraway road,
A voice whispers to her in her slumber,
It tells her to prop hope in her chamber.
May 27, 2024.
On and on I don’t wanna go home
Just the lovely words of another sad song
Holding on, it’s too late to go home
Just the lonely words of another sad song
Every now and then
I don’t wanna turn left
Just the path I martyr
On the way to no where
Could you envision me
No longer sadly
These are the lovely words
As we go
On and on I don’t wanna go home
Just the lovely words of another sad song
And we sing
Holding on, it’s too late to go home
Just the lonely words of another sad song
Back and forth
Are the trials we cure
Would you hold me more
If you found me impure
And we’re holding on
Cause it’s too late to go home
As we go
On and on I don’t wanna go home
Just the lovely words of another sad song
And we sing
Holding on, it’s too late to go home
Just the lonely words of another sad song
On the park side of town
Silence is a muffled sound
No apologies
Like sea gulls
We are standing free
We’re holding on
Cause there’s no better place to be
So let it snow
Go here, there, and before
She asked me to leave
I kindly closed the door
Theses are the times
We wish not to endure
We look for warm meals
Band aids
A sore throat to absorb the cure
Lungs commenced to whispers
Profoundly within your ear
A little something
To keep your thoughts pure
I could ask for no more
Than sun lit days
That hover above the clouds
And shadow
The doubts we adore
Musically inclined to listen intently
from this title, music is high in my list
always have enjoyed in all my years
so thrilling to me like when kissed
Someone said there's only two kinds
meaning good and bad and that's all
trust my taste has been on the good
the joy of music lifts your heart so tall
In my present times being retired
have ample time to listen real deep
a lover of classical so aids my therapy
helps calm nerves for words aren't cheap
A change in recent days to Gaelic
both Scottish and Irish are a real treat
such a magical lilt sounds in your ears
effecting you all over to follow your feet
In some musical spheres, it's independent
a whole class of its own is folk
I've grown to like it so very much
it speaks to the conscience as broke
So music is a large part of life
it stirs all of what's going on inside
makes one feel a deep longing within
the Lord tunes me to constantly abide
(A look at my musical tastes over the years and what inspires me today.)
To be honest, I’ve been dreaming for way too long
There are times when life was like a typical love song
You tear down the walls between us in a blink of an eye
You really helped me out without a doubt, I cannot deny
Swallow your pride…
You have nowhere to hide
You know that you’ve hurt me
Don’t deny it – please don’t, baby
I won’t neglect you – you know that
I need the strength to move on from here
Please promise me not to use me like a doormat
I won’t shed a tear for you, for I shall not fear
You’re my sunshine
I wish you were mine
I don’t mind you here with me
As long as we are truly set free
I can’t explain what you do to me
It makes me feel mighty and shameless as can be
You walked away
You faded into gray
What are you willing to do?
Put Band-Aids on the wounds that are left unhealed? Don’t leave me alone in my solitary field…
What’s it with me and you?
We get along so well, and then we argue again – some conversations should be left concealed…
There’s something wrong with you
At least I’m humble and feeling less blue
Don’t kiss me goodbye just yet
It’s like we’ve barely met…
Constantly, feeling this regret…
I can’t – no I can’t shake it off tonight
I’m trying to break off the horrifying fight
Swallow your pride and be by my side
I’ve tried to enjoy the ride…but I cried…
Set me free from the chains of mere oblivion
My poor head is spinning around – everything’s a blur
You peeled me like a multi-layered onion
The moment you left me behind, my heart sunk under
Hail, the doorway keen on the known world ... theme wails attention,
time of roses' blooms cower ... usurped magentas, aloof maroons,
for the flight of the gossamers ... assume benefits of the whole.
Latial premise culture ... tastes upland and coastal regions,
a frequency of single-mindedness ... surrendering taught thoughts,
as the virginal breed ... practices gifts unerringly.
Motherly cling to the high order ... the lap of power,
Emperor Augustus's Agrippina ... hails a league lineage,
the first passed adoption papers ... history at two years of age.
Emperor Claudius handheld Lucious ... heir apparent,
timely obligations convene ... Praetorians and the Senate,
youth rules ... Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus
A singularity ventures ... shadows accomplish deeds,
airs cultural growth, diplomacy, trade ... and games of sporting chance,
distractions for feeble minds ... a mother, a wife, bled graven vows.
Minds of the destitute clamors ... affluence hushed from rears,
slaves dying daily ... entertained popularized its purposes,
at slave's expense, and Rome's aristocracy ... via taxation.
Rome burns for Nero's 'Golden House'... Christians blamed for flames,
rumors swapped clamors ... Emperor Galba aids Senator Vindex,
Christian deaths were wrongful ... Nero lost popular support.
Nero ruled known enemy ... condemned to death in absentia,
negatives fly ... as tyrannical, self-indulgent, and debauched,
he flees Rome ... 9 June AD 68, commits suicide.
Couplet 20 wishes you congratulations
To the lovely brother in art
Whose best lies in his heart
To the pen of a great bard
Which caress muse as its guard
To the lonely moments
That permit mind's merriments
To nature's aesthetic observation
And all that grant you administration
The nature's love bubbling
In his awesome aesthetic value troubling
You have always find delight
Beyond imaginable words trite
By which minds are easily bewitched
And hearts awesomely enriched
Almost as fast as the speed of light
Boarded its bus to never alight
For all the best it present
More than any valuable present
Killing all fears
To learn the best way one cheers
Encourages the need to be afraid
Yet, state the reason to assess aids
Most of all, is embracing reality
In its guise magnificent abnormality
All these are for your pen and muse
And for the care you issue on human at ease
Relating people to the beautiful summer-
The warmest season of the year
Wishing all manage well through winter-
The coldest one of the year
Writing all seasons long
Making right all wrongs
Happy birthday to you, dear boss
And as you are bearing the art cross
May you continually bag many an award
Age gracefully dear poet lord
Minding not the earth's agony
Don't forget to fulfill destiny
More years through grace
Till every inch of your ink vanish into space