Long Ascendant Poems
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Rainbow moonstone celestial
adularescence, transforming milky way white,
pale azure luster to an electric sapphire
Luminescence consistent beauty
Never ending, blending its cadence
with the colors of the rainbow
Sprinkling the Universe ~
Stripping its steely metallic moon
Sacred stones spilled upon earth
Timeless and mysterious moonstone
Adorning her ring finger flaunting, adoring
An ascendant jewel coiled demurely
around the nape of her neck,
formerly worn by the moon goddess’s
perfuming melodies and ballads
Now ethereal beauty's, both are fetching
An antique amulet she keeps in her grip
A clustering carcanet seen by a few
A rivière resting atop her breasts
A priceless periapt symphony she gives into~
its melody, surrendering to palliating powers
Queen of her own throne rich in clairvoyance
Graceful, feminine and demure
Radiant crystals illuminate thee, nocturnal mistress
in the wan dawn light where darkness drapes skies
Requiem aeternam bright halo, lies heaven’s portal
Winters wispy cirrus refracting ring circling
Mohawkin bespeaks of a Christmas cold moon
…December’s icy grip
Riffling ebb and tide, spawner of loon
Let rage and ruin Not be the end of me
Rubaiyat’s rhyme in thy honor
Let the waters settle, quotes of Rumi
Mercurial doomsday ruminates Mina Loy
Reigning ascendant masking impressions
Clouds envelop, shadow’s born shorn
Ravishing stillness, stormy tasks pending…
bright white ring of light
rage and ruin’s calmly still ~
not the end of me
Seeking out tranquility
Transcendent information that allows the mind to be free
Interdependent adaptation that science ensures you see
Resplendent observations that you find only in your dreams
Ascendant liberations that teach you to believe
Applications of complications that see you need representation
Calculations of culminations that combine to give you resignation
Dedications of postulations which require intellectual renovations
Allocations of moderations that take it to the next level innovation
There is not an easy answer when your constantly in question
Like the silhouette of a dancer who defies physical comprehension
There is too much enhancer at these cosmetic conventions
So he remains a freelancer to protect his good intentions
Annexation of a land that was once a sovereign state
Starvation on their hands as there is too little done too late
Accusations that they demand as the air is filled with hate
Aberrations that can’t stand unless the people demonstrate
Exploration of a new reform that brings about possibility
Designation of the tired and worn who live without probability
Resignation of the concepts that are forlorn that engender nobility
Temptation of the broken and torn just seeking out tranquility
A waning aura no longer flamed enough to flicker a surrender. Decomposes, decompresses like mummification wrap.
An anti-resolvent-fume-
of-infest-chokes-out-integral-yield.
Thick as molasses, blackstrap.
Blight is apathy, and apathy is blight.
A Void, a claim farming the abyss.
Marketing it's lie, on sale.
Though it has a monopoly.
PolyEntropy.
In the garden of life; an empty field of dreams,
lays unintended on its side,
untended save for the shadows
that yield a mock harvest.
Decay on display of manifest.
The sky, descended as a Judas Ascendant,
it's belly gorged with malfeasance.
Exotic particles curse the ground
like wormwood in ritual burn, cache of ashen incense.
Libra sells you back your rye, mildewed and palmer wormed, to bore in at the destitute
at double price, double dealing
with the wages of Sin and Death.
Doubled down.
Doubled over.
So the pendulum swings
with the rusty blade of misuse.
The rose of passion unbloomed.
Ploughshares turned into warmachined torture device. Moreover.
"...and the feeling is dead, and that's the Ultimate Sin."
~Ozzy Osbourne
[They attack the Family... and the Poets are silent.]
"...and that's the Ultimate Sin"
awakes, striding seamlessly towards the
trajectory of daybreak. Abed, passionately
attended by orectic thoughts; of whom
early on was created from man’s thoracic cage.
~Envisages;~
Without the least trace of compunction; exfoliating the
Saccharine damped canal with the tongue. Combined oils
and aroma lingers on the lips. Though the stiffened, unbridled,
solid thick muscle would supersede the tongue as the
warm tightened canal adjusts to its width inextricably.
~Pausing~
Waterfalls pouring profusely
Eyes trudge backwards
to that of yesterday
Fingers ascendant
to the nearest limb.
Digits of the foot holding forth
discourse with the sun.
~Orgasms~
Simultaneously
In due course.
Garnished bed linens
Accompanied by
Whitish fluid
~P-H-A-N-T-A-S-M-A-G-O-R-I-A~
"1st Pace Winner"
Contest Name: Best Descriptive Poem
Pace, G
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Wet August
Umbrella mushrooms;
Bumper harvest
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Cultured frog pond
Fresh amphibious meat;
Gourmet lifestyle
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Chinese seventh month
Hungry ghosts loiter;
Earth-bound vacation
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Chinese customs
Before life, this life,
Afterlife connections
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House by the woods
Solitary presence:
No one comes
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No seasonings
Premium instant noodles;
No time to eat
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Ascendant moon
Brilliant night sky;
Nightingale's lullaby
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Tree house
Island getaway;
New horizons hurl
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Mid-autumn lanterns
Procession of kids;
Misty moon floats
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Faraway glimpses
Brand new stadium dome;
Sporty revelations
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Leon Enriquez
26 August 2014
Singapore
Pleasant pondering never be realized,
the pie in the sky for now satisfied.
The biggest slice in need of pursuit,
the cherry on top as attitude.
Succulent projections by layers detailed,
downtown look at the sky retailed.
Others already with their fingers in the pie,
to hurry is the profundity in that limited sky.
Religious or political pies so mighty,
spoons for everybody’s social beauty.
Sunset breaking eggs ascendant warmed firmament,
vanilla, butter perfumed baking’s installment.
Crown of all doughnuts after the release,
muffin tops vice versa to please.
Procrastinations and prophecies,
prediction in scientific strategies.
Every now and then to eat some humble pie,
to still the slice of anger on a hungry day.
The ideal pie a comic book story,
insanity as perfect repository.
Custard on the pie as ultimate joke,
magic laughter from the dispensing yoke.
Creating bigger pies for funding,
easy bargain for expanding landing.
The karmic pie in the face as frailties,
sour tears in lemon meringue deities.
The unified future as a mince pie dream,
slow baking and loss of morality scream.
The shrinking pie and the blame,
con leaders in control of crust and its fame.
Something old, something new!
I rebirth beyond what my roots eschew.
I ascend from my descendant's group shadow,
to rise above and beyond what they bestow.
I cannot shed their genes and heritage.
While I respect my upbringing and parentage.
I rise above the limits of pedigree,
to shred the trammel bounds of mediocrity.
So here I stand both old and new.
Living a dream they never knew.
With the blockchain defining my past,
Eaten with my fate in a defiant repast.
My genes define my descendants' phenotype.
Alas I cannot change their archetype,
beyond the mutations in my DNA,
to give my progeny my ascent display.
Arise descendant now ascendant
Bask in joyous glee resplendent.
Dry this humid late March air,
Grim and dreary stillness here;
Melancholy in sad fare,
Deep sense of loss loiters near.
The last of the Old Guards' gone,
Leading champion of our cause;
Death of an icon now dawns,
One who shaped our nation's course.
A man our people admired
For making Singapore great;
Devotion framed fond desire,
A leader who changed our fate.
No words or praise can describe
Your brand of world politics;
Yet we feel deep sense of pride
In this oasis dynamic.
We come and we go with ease,
Adjust to conscious affairs;
Live our daily lives in peace,
Where affluent hope floods air.
We started poor, down and out,
Lived in chronic slums of wood;
Now we live with affluent shouts,
See our children grow up good.
In one swift generation,
A pragmatic man achieved
A sure manifestation;
See purpose work sure belief.
Focus and dedication
Sculpted an ascendant moon;
Five stars forged brilliant action,
Each person reaping sure boon.
Resolve and work moved forward,
Fragrant flowers everywhere;
Upon the mire most awkward,
Look at how we climbed the stairs.
Yes you did your very best
So we might live life better;
Your legacy firms fine quest,
A poignant city splendour.
May angels guide your way there
To a heavenly delight;
We cherish those days you cared
With hard truths and sure insight.
Rest now in that greater light
Where lovely bliss spreads easy;
We will surely miss the sight
Of your face most profoundly.
Leon Enriquez
26 March 2015
Singapore
Once a nation
Supremely white as driven snow,
Singularly Christian, white and male,
Purely untarnished, and aglow,
Grandeur unparalleled in fairytale.
Hence a grievance
Punitively bold as bloody hellfire,
Potently prosecuted in seats of power,
Oppressively waged against objects of ire,
Prisms of nonwhites seeking justice in the hour.
Now a leader
Colossally void as sterilized weaponry,
Glibly sanctions white phobia and rage,
Lethally enflames this proto-fascist fancy,
As corporations provide aid to the rampage.
Thus a faction
Devoutly for leader, they stand down,
Steadfastly ready for the order to kill,
All woke-ish elitists, and enemies black and brown,
That white men reclaim their rightful place at the till.
Violence of mind
Shocks no one in America,
Where thugs are part of romantic lore.
With our ascendant authoritarian replica,
Are we ready for what washes ashore?
Published in Dissident Voice: 01/09/22