Long Ascendant Poems

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Premium Member Moonstone Melodies

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
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Premium Member Rising Moon

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
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Form: Haibun

Seeking Out Tranquility

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
Form: Rhyme

Sundown of the Heart

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"

Premium Member Phantas-Ma-Goria

               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
                                       

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Premium Member Frog Pond

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
Form: Haiku

Pie In the Sky

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.
Form: Ballade

Premium Member Descent and Ascent

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.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member An Icon of Devotion

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
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Violence of Mind

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
Form: Rhyme

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