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Written: April 1st, 2025 for contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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esoteric lines are etched
with antique ink
as wise men dither to think
euphoria blazes
as fresh perspectives bear flight
If wisdom tracks the dimming light
a solitary ember remains:
the elixir of life.
Unbreakable, this soul and I —
like a lake's unique fingerprint
inked to the ocean
striving for the stars to blaze
we will never falter;
heaven is a resplendent elysium
on this solid ground;
when thunder is the only sound
seraphic hosts remain unaware —
unsure of how to serenade me
Poetry transcends the words I penned
and verses left unspoken, unpenned
I cradled her heart as a cherished secret
too precious to reveal to the world
she embodies the essence
of the poem I aspire to write in my life
she adorned herself with my words
akin to celestial orbs
gently luminous, faintly shimmering —
crimson, cyan, citrine, spectrum, magenta —
a map leading to the starry nights
from which she emerged
unscathed from the storm
I draped summer
over her wintry sky
and portrayed love
over her hate and hoaxes
imagining tomorrow
over the anguish of yesterday
and when invited to paint the tapestry of my life
I engraved her name
on silken pastels
of breeze-kissed sand
bathed in nymph-like shimmer
hues of spectral mystique
sea glass encapsulated —
a choral rhapsody
weathered charms of jade, emerald
a frosted sheen
shaped by the ocean—
each jewel whispers to me
that even the broken can be reshaped
into timeless marvels
BREATHE
As I inhale jasmines: sweet sailing scents of blooms,
it place me to the time where distance has no room
I'm chilled by blowing wind from an open window,
struck by void while the moonbeams shines to grass below.
Missing and hunger are the melodies that sweeps
a lowly heart trembling as melancholy creeps,
my growing yearning is to close this dreary space
for so long it tears our hearts with wanting embrace.
Our beings are imperfect but we do aspire:
to feel, to taste one true love all of us desire---
throbbing with purity, lifting a soul from mire
to end sorrows brought by agony and cooled fire
When true love finally comes, stays and do surround,
life reckons with a purpose to set and abound.
Freed from shackles, thriving forever with delight:
breathe anew for darkness shall fade to fuller light.
When the night claims you like a wayward leaf of old
and it takes you to the caves where anything turns gold
you don't ask any questions and you don't dare breathe
you just follow her, like a light weight tumbled weed
Down the passages of dark, down the staircase of rune
every step a little deeper than the crevices of moon
you can almost taste the air, on your tonguing clepe
you can down the stars of heaven in one single leap
Taking you by the waist it shall dance you through
the elixir of happiness when your feeling down n' blue
you just thank the Lord for the magic of this gift
all you need is skin n' eyes to cross her lowly rift
When night claims you like a wayward leaf of old
and takes you to her caves, all etched with gold
don't ask her any questions just go ahead breathe
no, don't ask her anything at all, just breathe,
yes breathe...
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4:25 pm, January 08, 2015
Journey Journal Page
NEW YEAR’S DAY 2024
By Leon Enriquez
Here comes the first day
Of the brand new year
Fireworks and good cheer
Now ushers our way
Feel the brand new touch
Start afresh again
To live finesse plain
With more love as such
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Here dwells hope for all
That comes here to dwell
In a sacred spell
To purge our sad gall
A bold new light shines
With a fresh outlook
Joy makes wonder hook
True fest yours and mine
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Faith and hope and dream
Fond sights we embrace
With goodwill and grace
Touching magic streams
Yes now dreams come true
In vivid vision
With focal action
As purpose thus cues
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Watch as change can bring
Good chance to live well
As focus now dwells
The reason for spring
Dare heart to aspire
To live more cheery
With awesome beauty
Prize thoughts that inspire
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Words on a blank page
To write your story
Craft finesse clearly
As time sets the stage
Discern true poise
With people you meet
As each day you greet
To cherish fond voice
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A happy new year
To all, kin and kind
Blessings come to bind
Jolly and good cheer
Sparkle and shine then
With your lavish plans
Do all that you can
Not now, then when?
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Healthy moments now
Seed succinct flavours
Learn to thus savour
What fate does endow
Wealthy affairs here
Greet each day that comes
Let loving touch sum
Your profound good cheer
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Leon Enriquez
01 January 2024
Singapore
Robin Hood
It was in the time of John
In the days that have long gone
When the plight of right and wrong
A test was set
It took a man of iron will
To battle on until
A nation he would thrill
They’d ne’er forget
For John was all consumed by greed
He over taxed those most in need
Pleas of the peasants wouldn’t heed
How they’d shout
Though against his deep belief
Robin became a famous thief
To muster hope and some relief
For those without
Stepped forward Robin Hood
With his motives understood
He set out to do some good
For the poor
To his side a band of men
Some of sword and some of pen
Gathered round him, planned and then
Evened the score
High adventures, escapades
Among the woods and leafy glades
As Robin led his daring raids
He did surprise
Pouncing on the shallow rich
From every tree and bush and ditch
Relieving them of every stitch
To equalize
When the news to John was brought
He ordered Robin must be caught
Example to the people taught
To keep them bound
Soldiers he sent out in the wood
Blundered about, it was no good
No sight or sound of Robin hood
Was to be found
With a price upon his head
Wanted both alive or dead
Not a clue did one man shed
As to his lair
For all good men could plainly see
Through his selective robbery
It was the way it had to be
To make life fair
For their king old England yearned
And when at last Richard returned
He found a lesson had been learned
Of how to rule
Of your people earn their trust
Let your reign be fair and just
And remember that you must
Ne’er be cruel
Though a saint he’d never be
For he’d robbed to set men free
From the awful tyranny
Of evil John
Still he’s hard not to admire
Whether surf or land-borne squire
To his height try to aspire
Everyone
When he knew that he would die
He shot an arrow through the sky
Where it stuck he wished to lie
Next Sherwood oak
Though the truth may now be faint
And the story old and quaint
He remains a noble saint
To all good folk.
Form:
“Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs”
Now this one sure grabs your attention
As movie titles go, this one's a hoot
But that was the obvious intention
Titles are always a very important part
Of the success of every author
If you simply called your poem, “A Poem”
How many do you think would bother
During my years as a graphic designer
If there's one thing I found to be true
Must grab your audience right off the bat
The fight for recognition is a zoo
Now if instead of “Chance of Meatballs”
You used the term “Chance of Rain”
What interest d'ya think that would create
None, nil, nada, too tame
The more outrageous, you increase the chance
Of the fame to which you aspire
So now you know, it's straight on to stardom
But a piece of the action I require
© Jack Ellison 2013
Flicker of ancient shadows playing with fire.
Crackle of light, fine spirited wind and chimes.
Infant’s lullaby, before the sea aspire.
Unfurling leaves, hunter green, sonorous climb.
Twinkling of eyes, brightening of poet’s inspire.
Christmas bow unwrapped, labyrinthine daytimes.
Wonder of a storm, rocking and rolling force.
A stupendous show, tree splits, a ship off course.
Peaks and valleys alight with touch, candlelight.
Flicker and sizzle, creaking, crashing of bed.
Crisscrossing to transcend remarkable height.
She whispers a moan; romantic fire, widespread.
Trunk bends, ceiling fan blowing a clash downright.
They’re like thunder and lightning. Oh what a night!
A storm, like a firepit, is stoked; flames are high.
All at once, all is calm. Cloud's singular sigh.
O dear one, sweet poet of fairies, does bless.
Your wing song and crown loft a brilliant success.
The velvet and silky, elation of flight,
and waving of wand swirls, uplifting delight.
The dawning of bright words, the twilight does swoon.
The colors are waxing and waning in June.
Your minute, Elida, the runt of the wood.
She handles the smallest of magic, is good.
The mischief that giant, near children, aspire,
and poet of fairies, does conjure, inspire.
They exist…in her mind and her heart, of course.
Her penning and her smile, I highly endorse.
8/21/2022
Hi, how are you doing? Are you still living in the past?
Don't you know life’s hourglass is running out really fast?
I know you were dealt a boatload of lemons and no
lemonade.
And many nights, you had nightmares and were scared
and afraid.
Sometimes you are still haunted by ghosts of yesterday.
Do you still want to crawl into a hole every other day?
Remember you may have gotten knocked down but not
knocked out,
So get up; be proud; you have nothing to be sad so
about.
Please remember what you overcame; your scars don't
define you.
Don't you know you're a victorious warrior tried and true?
Don't forget I love you for the woman you are today and
aspire to be,
I'm forever in your corner; hold your high and walk-in
victory.
You sparked a solemn sentimentality in me.
You showed me I can find passion while free.
You stood by me after I revealed I'm not always pretty.
You showed me sympathy when I was unworthy.
You set me afire with a sincere desire.
Your persistent kindness makes me want to aspire
To do my best to try to be better
Towards you and your heart in every letter.
You had set me free from a desperate longing
By telling me I shouldn't be so self-sacrificing.
And yet, I will forever continue hoping
Someday I can be of your belonging.
You made me feel something from the beginning.
You made me feel lost in the sudden ending.
But I am finding myself forgiving,
Because it is simply you I will always be loving.
Inspired By Connie Marcum Wong's Poem "Dreams Of India"
Dreams of India
Her music haunts me
in such a knowing way
it makes me weep
and causes my heart to ache.
I become homesick for her
scents, her sounds, her food,
her enchanting dance
which spawns dreams
of her romance.
I know in my heart
I have lived there,
I know, I have loved there.
Her poetry transcends
my spirit to encompass
a wholeness that is
so familiar to me.
I dream of the Ganges ,
and her gentle cleansing flow,
of reflections on its surface
when the moon is hanging low.
Of crickets singing nightly
to serenade me to sleep.
I dream of colors of the saris,
the beauty that they keep...
Of garlands placed with care,
a gajra in a maiden's hair
and the hues of floral leis.
I hold a reverence for Hindu
Devata and Devi.
I aspire to learn the sacredness
of varmala in the seeds of
past lifetimes I have shared.
A passion grows for those
whose love glows through their
auras to welcome strangers.
I'd love to share a cup of chai
to chat with friends in open air.
I long to return home, though
I have never been there.
Notes: *a gajra: flowers which females use as a decoration
for their hair.
*Varmala: is a tradition from ancient times where a beautiful garland of flowers symbolizes a proposal of marriage. In the tradition of Swayamvar. A female would choose her life partner from a group of suitors by placing a flower garland around the neck of her chosen man. Once the girl had made her choice, a marriage ceremony would be held right away.
MY TRIBUTE TO CONNIE MARCUM WONG
Connie never went to India, but she thought
she should have been born there…a mythical, mystical, sacred land of her
dreams ~ a Princess wearing
a Banarasi saree, a gajra on her hair…stunningly beautiful!
In my mind, she is there holding, for her beloved, a Varmala!
September 24, 2022
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