Long Airs Poems
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Some children growing up in towns,
Wear sallow faces, sullen frowns.
Streetwise urchins, Jack the lads,
Reminiscent of their dads.
Guttersnipes roam nine to five,
Scrounging food banks to survive.
Toerags daily flout the rules,
Playing truant from rundown schools.
Destitutions plain to see,
With children trapped in poverty.
Urban dwellings, tumbldown,
In the poorest parts of town.
Suburban children lives are fine,
Where peevish youngsters often whine.
For pocket money, mobile phones,
Sadly lacking strong backbones.
Little lords and lady muck,
Born with silver spoons to suck.
Dolly daydreams, demand, designer dresses,
Constantly combing cioffured tresses.
Horrid Hooray Henries, haughty asses,
Pretend to be from upper classes.
Riding lessons, will, in due course,
See little madams gain their own horse.
Suburban life is plain to see,
Where children live in luxury.
Upmarket homes maintained with care,
The sweet smell of success, everywhere.
But the beating heart of any town,
Are children neither up nor down.
These children work hard to succeed,
While helping those who are in need.
Down to earth, no airs or graces,
Pleasant smiles upon their faces.
They live in solid stone abodes,
Down narrow streets and cobbled roads.
No leafy lanes for these progenies,
That are the blossoms on their family trees.
10/ 8/ 2019.
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"Softly the scented zephyr playfully blew through sun-drenched dancing leaves filled with flattery for a moment." Quote by poet
Heaven sylvan charm the forest shares
As sprays of bloom scent the zephyr airs.
Esker gravel ridge, stretch out through their
Beautiful valleys and bower square.
Echoes of long aged, honored prayers,
Lull under trees and garden green squares
With depth of love that may never err.
Complete empowering life we share,
Buzzing bees throughout oleander,
Hummingbirds yearning jasmine's nectar.
Under heaven sylvan charm appear,
Fondness depth of the woodland does bear.
A whistling wheezing hamlet, whispering and emanating, tunes euphonic,
In a remote isolated valley, far-flung from the abode of the temporal,
Warbling quietly to whistle scads of tranquil cryptic songs;
Lying spasmodic, a sparsely inhabited mellifluous hamlet, Kongthong!
Not to hyperbole, a singing utopia, uncustomary to the core!
Where innate and mellow are the naive dwellers' rustic tinkling timbres!
A rover's riddle, the natives' pride, a unique heritage, their blissful strains!
Ringing with an ancient tradition of tune-giving in honour of the root ancestress,
Customary to the matrilineal surviving unknown folk of the thorp!
The chirping region's dispositions and practices outlandish, vague and obscure,
Primitive and bizarre, mere to merge with nature's absolute accord!
Voices buzzing in whistles, murmuring and chattering, lilting,
Arcane, pervading the virgin thicket of the sacred thorpe!
To entangle, passerby and wanderers in dream like metaphors!
Those magical murmurs in quirky tunes, mingling the breeze of the secluded hamlet, intoning own tinkles!
Blessed are the tuning terrain's offsprings, nameless!
Rared by ditties, hailed sacred by the clan's conviction!
Outlying, by the uninhabited enchanting wilderness of East Khasi Hills,
Sleeping quietly the untrodden, nature's lulling lullaby, the whistling Kongthong!
Yell! Immaculate and serene, the saga of their undeciphered airs, mumbling in exquisite ethos!
Inimitable and gripping to eye, how the denizens of the tribe,
Are crooning to dub and call each other by indigenous intonations!
Pitching and whooshing, to tune their melodic identities unique!
Whew! The picturesque terrain is tweeting, whooping, and whizzing!
Heaven! Bless anomalous nature's absolute pamphlet,
The ringing Kongthong, God's own whistling hamlet!
I love to season sense engage.
It clears parts mortality dazed.
When young, summer’s tune range
is firmly, soul-deep engraved.
When grown, human ways hush
man's faith with factual mush.
Summer composed odes grant
faith prose that hopes maintain.
The soft song of a summer breeze
lifts aloft a wonderous spree
of smoothed, spliced rapture
too song silky for feel capture.
Summer’s charming, velvet songs
hold notes of mystical essence
assuring we’re a spiritual presence.
Seasonal airs of sensual flairs
are fluid trilled, space tilled, and
sound honed by summer’s hymn.
Feeling air's first tune blend,
early man named it wind.
Give me but some music
- in heavens empty hours -
a piece of song, giddy-paced
and innocence for innocence
I’m a horse that never tires
While a cup of wine
makes light airs
and merry hearts
It too can unyoke the humour of the immature,
“So, wait, you think if you say a few right things
I’ll let you on it?”
Ha! No I won’t
you weak spirit
I see right through you
Oh, I’m not lily-white of hue,
I’m more the colour of blood red roses
But that one there, *pointing*
he relieves my passion
see this ring?
I frisk for him
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Songs for this:
We'll Sing In the Sunshine by Thornbirds
Landslide (feat. Gwyneth Paltrow) - Glee Cast
Snowbird by Rani Arbo & Daisy Mayhem
WHAT HE SAW IN THE STREAM THAT NIGHT
WAS A VISION FROM THE GOD NAW-HEW-WHOO
HE MADE HIMSELF IN THE IMAGE OF A MAN
TO SPEAK TO ME: EXPLAINED KANTIOHEE.
I WASHED MY FACE IN THE STREAM,
I DRANK FROM THE STREAM, AS I ROSE TO
WALK FROM THE STREAM A VOICE SPOKE MY NAME.
I TURNED TO SEE AN IMAGE AS TALL AS A MOOSE,
BUT HE WAS A MAN. HE SPOKE MY NAME AND
I CURSED HIM. HE PRAISED ME AND I SPAT AT HIM.
I REFUSED TO BELEIVE WHAT I SAW.
HIS MOUTH MOVED JUST LIKE MINE, WHEN HE SAW THAT I
WAS REFUSING TO HEAR HIM HE SAID SOMETHING
OF THE WOMAN I WISHED TO MARRY.
I STOPPED AND LISTENED,: HE SAID THAT A FLOWER
GROWS IN SHADEAL THAT IT'S PEDALS ARE SOFT AND
MOIST, TAKE THE FLOWER AND ROLL IT IN MY HAND
AND THE DUST FROM WITHIN SHALL PERFUME MY
FINGERS, KISS HER WITH THESE HANDS UPON
HER FACE AND SHE WILL MARRY YOU. I CURSED
WHAT I THOUGHT I SAW AND BEGAN WALKING AWAY.
THEN THE IMAGE SAID I SHALL BE HERE AGAIN,
AT ONGO ( A TIME OF DAY)
THE WORLD FOR PEOPLE WISH ME TO TALK TO YOU,
HAN A SUN SHALL SHINE UPON YOU AND THE MIND
OF A MAN SHALL HERE, THAT AT NIGHT HE SHALL
KNOW, FROM THIS END A BEGINNING FOR
MAN HAS COME, HE DISAPPEARED IN THE WATER,
AND LEFTED NOT SPEAKING OF IT. I WENT TO THESHADEAL VALLEY AND FOUND A FLOWER, ONE JUST AS HE HAD SPOKE OF, IT'S SCENT WAS MAGNIFICENT AND LONG LASTING, I TOOK IT TO MAWEE, I FOUND SERVOS MORE(TEN ) SHE SMELLED MY HAND AND KISS IT, SAYING IT'S AROMA WAS SCENTED WITH THE AIRS OF DENOS ( A PLACE FOR LOVERS) SHE THAN COMFORTED ME WITH HER WOMANKINDNESS, AND WISHED TO MARRY , AS THE IMAGE IN THE STREAM HAD SAID. I STAYED ALLDAY THEIR AND WHEN THE SUN REACHED ONGO ( 3:00 ) I WENT AGAIN TO THE STREAM, AND AROSE THE IMAGE, AND THEN MORE SORSOR IMAGES AROSE ( FIVE)
THEY TOLD ME OF THE SETTLERS WHO HAD MADE A RANCH NEAR THE
LONG-CREEK, THEY HAD DAMNED THE CREEK AND THE FISHES WERE STOPPED FROM COMING TO THE POND.
every face has a thought hidden behind the visage of visuals
like the beating of the ear drum listening to compound residuals
the beating of the heart, adreneline rush, push past the point of strain
mental structure whinding spiraling downawrd thinning the blood of the brain
eyelids like shutters flapping violently through the moonlit breeze
frosted visual enchanting on a crystal island while lakes of airs swim through trees
if ear drums had sight would the sound carry what they see?
would it penetrate your retna emitting impossible screems?
fragmented sentences with words sharp as shards of glass
shoots up your esophagus slicing up your tingue as it pass
plasma painted teeth swimming in saliva stained blood
the smile of innocent kidnapped torchered and hid in mud
the darkness of a corner with a child beckoning appraoch
taken from the day light shadowed by the adult like reproach
epervescent ponds violently errupting through surface tension
the remains of a dilapidated lake of acidity the mind chooses not to mention
the head of a serpent a product of whinding smoke creation
burning the air and ground from the genesis of its foundation
Journey Journal Page
MEDITATION
By Leon Enriquez
To know goodwill
Simply Be Still
Pray with your heart
Let stillness start
~~~~~~~~~
Word aids focus
Know soul’s locus
Be of one mind
Learn to be kind
~~~~~~~~~
Discern and see
Love is the key
Be true to you
In all you do
~~~~~~~~~
The way shows now
Your heart knows how
Style sculpts true flair
No need for airs
~~~~~~~~~
Step by step know
Your path that shows
Walk your own quest
Live your own best
~~~~~~~~~
Live without fear
Keep your good cheer
Live without dread
Be unafraid
~~~~~~~~~
Live well this day
Start as you pray
Breathe love and fun
Smiles, play and pun
~~~~~~~~~
Do all you can
Just understand
Know sans knowing
What life’s showing
~~~~~~~~~
Go with fond peace
Live your life lease
Joy knows the way
To bless this day
~~~~~~~~~
May love bring grace
In sacred space
Light on your face
Binds love in place
~~~~~~~~~
True bliss sculpts fest
Blessings bind quest
Here and Now see
Love comes to be
~~~~~~~~~
In love’s embrace
Feel your sweet space
Let happy cheer
Draw love most dear
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
20 February 2024
Singapore
golden warmth flows
glittering crystals receive
shimmering waves dance
rising into the sky
gliding twists and turns
effortlessly to go
air does ruffle through
longing to be free
fluff on gentle breeze
from the sky descends
moves upon the airs
to where ere it may be
flowing onward downward
flight unbound be
swooping lightly turning
ere it may flow
flowing freely onward
yet by walls constrained
seeking ever freedom
where unto be
flow onto the freedom
endless choices before
free from all constrictions
still continues on
sharpness does the air fill
with ionic tang
calling ever onward
to a place to find
fills the breeze with crying
to the heart does call
longing ever aching
for that unknown
tar and oak a creaking
on the rising swells
currents pulling outward
straining to be free
thunder calls me onward
fabric fills the air
chains rattle loudly
bindings do break free
far away does call me
to the place I seek
to find a new tomorrow
and the place I’ll be
~ kisses, kisses, kisses... endless kisses ~
Sensuous kisses are those many sweet and kind thoughts of you that I have very oft.
Intrigued Kisses are my eyes, at first glance of you, shining ever so gentle and soft.
Sexy kisses are all the long lost feelings that awaken whenever you come near.
Exquisite kisses are the elegant tones of my voice that only your ears will hear.
Sensational kisses are our wonderful times together without putting on airs.
Butterfly kisses are flying around my stomach each time we share our care.
Intimate kisses are the common qualities shared in the life we're living.
Endless kisses are eternally my pleasures when it's to you I'm giving.
~ Kisses, kisses, kisses... endless kisses ~ love and kisses,
hugs and kisses, Miss you kisses, ticklish kisses, hey hello
kisses, love blow kisses, Get well kisses, can't you tell
kisses, welcome home kisses, I'm going alone kisses,
long lost kisses, Oh, you found how much this cost
kisses, pouty kisses, howdy kisses, peck kisses,
neck kisses, what the heck kisses, first & last
kisses, it's in the past kisses, cheap cheeky
kisses, glad to meet kisses, Eskimo kisses,
air kisses, I don't care kisses, vampire
kisses, on the chin kisses, OK you win
kisses, forehead kisses, open mouth
kisses, bad breath kisses, kiss of
death kisses, wet sloppy kisses,
I forgot kisses, french tongue
kisses, lip kisses, sweet sip
kisses, tasty kisses, hasty
kisses, baby toes kisses,
on the nose kisses, hand
kisses, earlobe kisses,
lick and bite kisses,
goodnight kisses,
cheerful kisses,
tearful kisses,
happy kisses,
sad kisses,
I like you
"kisses"
~ kisses, kisses, kisses... endless kisses ~