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"Compartmentalize your life around your dreams, hobbies,
goals even your grief and hurt and you will grow as a person."
Quote _by Constance
I like things in my life in compartments,
good at dividing and separating;
like a store with different departments.
A time to pen poems captivating,
and divide all my emotions inside;
even put to the side things frustrating.
I put my grief in a box that I hide,
my past memories in a chest to keep;
oh yes, I like to ascribe and divide.
I go to the cemetery to weep,
for all those I loved now gone up above;
but try to not let them into dreams creep.
There is a time for seeking a truelove,
assign, label, seclude, group, draw apart;
and a time for finding my own self-love.
Each day has a specific time for art,
and a time to pray and to talk with God;
my beliefs are mine and part of my heart.
my friend Buddha helps me 'cause I am flawed,
I survive by having things in their place;
for in my past from deep pits I have clawed,
Each day I live in harmony and grace,
my way may not be yours but it is mine;
happiness is when each thing has a space.
Old magazines, pictures that pose;
Junk cluttering, ready-to-throw;
Stray offerings for scrapbook close;
I'm selecting new collage flow.
Flip each page here, tear picture pacts;
A nice neat stack, stray page with poise;
Beauty that steers, pieces of tact;
Sift pile and slack, find image choice.
With easy pace, seek treasures lost;
Start to address new storyboard;
Assign new space, at zero cost;
Begin to press, cut-and-paste hoard.
Cut, trim and gum, pieces of art;
Ideas run wild in collage grain;
Here and there lump, unusual parts;
Just like a child: magic laid plain!
And pictures grow, images lift;
Collage art sings new melodies;
New chance to glow, warm purpose sifts;
Junk page now spring, clear textures see.
Thus one by one, I shape new stuff;
Discarded print, pictures galore;
Artwork frees fun, prime zest enough;
Colours and tints, avant garde core.
I feel my soul, at ease with this;
Paper cuttings, sharp cutter blade;
Trim to make whole, relax with gist;
Patchwork trimmings, pictures re-made!
This strange crusade to re-use print;
I come to know heals more and more;
Art left unsaid, re-lives new mint;
Collage that shows new life galore!
Art goes to show that discards can
Be of good use if I can see
A brand new flow in whimsy's plan:
Heart sparks a fuse to free beauty.
Leon Enriquez
24 February 2014
Singapore
Written: December 21, 2023
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How may burns, scars, or dark lines identify me?
How can a red face or tan skin define my destiny?
Seek decay-proof goods akin to diamond display.
Despite affluence, cherish your spirit and pray.
There exists no absolute upper or lower limit.
Aside from that, the present moment is merit.
I can't deny that I'm here looking out, outscore.
Without the proper gear, who am I at my core?
Shy roses, withering, rest kindly below the sky.
A graceful early sun dispels all fears on display.
Leisure, love, and a longing for self-awareness.
Goals, prayers, state of mind, glee, and sadness.
Assign skills and wisdom to acquire optimism.
"Transcending Facts" overcomes dogmatism.
Fearing or trusting shock, your desire to evolve.
We relish the reprieve when our youth resolve.
As you sigh, listen to tales of grace in the rustle.
Under the stardust pledges, faith, and beats bevel.
Truly genuine, unspoken, and enduringly sincere.
It usually sounds airy and conveys a loud *****.
Our minds and views tend to be tough to grasp.
Risks and an unending waltzing of longing clasp.
Our inner child gets to freely explore his curiosity.
Even with age, life nurtures us with its complexity.
Enticing peace, eradicating chauvinism and gloom.
Mossy floors, buried in the wickedness of bloom.
Wrens and ravens on shaky twigs call for calm souls.
Who can discern the euphoria in a dewdrop's calls?
The splendor of passion ignites a desire to bind.
Forming bonds to offer ease and peace of mind.
Others show severe thirst; they're ravenous.
They'll feel it takes less to remain rapturous.
My soul is anxious to surrender the uneasy part.
Slices of me—kind, delicate, and graceful heart.
My blood flooded with God's only tender mercy.
Light shards, mixed with shining flames, calmly.
The radiant light angels restore is who we are.
Glorious hope, faith, and love, God's ideal debar.
Creating a tale over the passion we feel at heart.
Is the ideal love suited to releasing all at the start?
"Homeless"
I found a little turtle,
I assign it to my favorite green shoe box
I guess I over spoiled him, with one simple, pretty punk rock
He does not mind, when I hold him in my handbag
His presence makes me feel as if nothing will sound faulty
On the day I discovered he was sick
He scratched my finger twice
I tossed the turtle, back into the woods
The next thing you know,
He sat pretty under his shell, on my front steps
Here, I go again
I took it back inside by morning light
Weeks went by,
I told him I was bored of cleaning up his Poo
On the spur of the moment I had the itch to eat turtle stew
As time got by, so did his box and my castle
Everything between the turtle and I, became into a tussle
My little turtle my buddy, what should I feed you,
I ran out of money, all I had was a six pack of Mountain dew
This homless moment, felt like eternity
It was time, to set my turtle free
My tiny friend, with a hard shell, found many turtle girls
My itty bitty turtle tore them all up in two
Lucky me now I get to eat some real turtle stew. :)
By: ME
Inspired by Jan Allison's brilliant "Eye Rowed My Hoarse",
top winner of the July 2021 Word Play contest.
I'm knew to this language; it baffles me sew!
With so many mysteries I wish too no -
I came to this country wile seeking warm climb
but I get awl flustered when righting a rime.
Sea, homophones throe me, they drive me inn seine
each weak I fined gnu ones, their such a big pane.
That last couplet had maybe seven ore ate
(I red it allowed butt I cant keep them strait!)
Eyed herd that this language can be vary crewel,
two words sound alike but there meanings are duel.
They say it’s the most daunting language yule find -
two solve this wood take a reel lode off my mined.
If a rose is arose, then wheel call spayed a spade,
let a male be a mail, and a maid be a made.
A horse is a hoarse, but of course, but of coarse,
though the rules of rite spelling are hard to in force.
I've pulled sow much hare out, aye think isle go bawled -
I'm certain I've misspelled sum words eye just scrawled.
Its enough to make even the mightiest feint
but aisle martial my forces and rays no complaint.
If this struck a cord - if you feel up a creak
know you're knot a loan, yore dismay's not unique.
Perhaps it is fête that has shone us assign,
let's bye some pail ail aura glass of wight whine.
And pleas don't dessert me, I so knead ewe they're,
I still wont to learn how two wright with moor flare.
Buy now you've disk hovered I rote this ingest,
if ewe care to try won yourself, bee my guessed!
Abyss my sorrows lies beneath the deep ocean
I am anxious and frustrated, swing that is intolerable beyond my span
tremor that produce fear in the mind
love loses its way remains sick behind
the earth is now trembling in such of the tremor in turn.
The evening stars has been lost its glory in pain
listen , the worst people has forgotten donation or sacrifice in thirst of gain
this is the painful form of civilization
the society has became dungeon,
and the world has became bloody, peoples engaged in war to ruin.
The world is endangered and not in tune, grief overwhelmed
rich and riches are the worth living and are deceptive all of them.
they use in tricks and power
runs in groups in each & every hour,
sweet world is no longer happy now, has became rough and dead in that game.
It has lost its fragrance in leaf, becomes restless, worsen its dwelling
has lost its liveliness to sing humanity and all virtues has swallowing.
My soul is swaying in pain
I wish to set fire in shower of rain
I to do promissory war to destruct evil, for peace and tranquilizing.
In that bet, sorrow, the sea of sorrow, will be sowed
divine the fight mom, I will drowned today, I will take my sword.
At the door of such poison
I will jump mom, for such reason,
I have to win it mom or I will sacrifice my life on that board.
I will Jump to spread the glory of mom, my vow divine
I will set the fire with blood and will bring spring; I will fight till death line.
no matter if I die
rest the world will sing in the sky,
they will hold that immortal slogan to burnt the sin, they them self will assign.
The luster of the flame, poison of devil and the flag there on
wrath of them will smash and will write the history of destruction
that day oh my mom, remember me
keep me in your caress thee
in the golden land of heights, keep me in the stars of your eyes in run.
it is strange to me that a color means something
by itself, it elicits memories and experiences
orange is my go-to color, not blue or pink
yet did they dress me in orange when I was a baby?
in the fifties? I rather doubt it.
Actually, most of the photos of me as a baby
show me in a diaper and nothing else
and there are lots of them.
When I think blue I think neither boy or girl
I think, sky, the eyes of one of my children and the sea
blue is a color I always reach for when I am painting
for I despise a white background
I have painted more skies and seas than most
Probably fifteen hundred skies and seas
color is important to me;
I would not want to live in a world without it
But I could never assign one color to either sex.
Or all boys or all girls
Since no two children are the same.
Stretching our inner silence, grazed by tender bliss touch divine
We sense the osmotic percolation of a heavenly perfume
Fragrance sublime, to which no label we may assign
Is the magic within, how our heart lotus blooms
Spherical cognition, fusion of our senses
As the twin heart lotus opens up petal by petal
In synchronous exuberance, unified presence dances
Whilst we graciously imbibe elixir of the divine bestowed miracle
Outer polarity of our mind body melds with nature during spring
Gently swaying flowers drawing us closer by magnetism
Mirrored by the heart lotus within, that bliss brings
Each node in form, an electrified sensorium
In between the two lotuses facing each other
We feel a steady purring energy exchange toroidal
On entering therein, vivified by an elixirous divine bliss shower
Teleported to boundless, climaxing joy ineffable that has no parallel
13-March-2021
Flower or flowers in imagism poetry contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
You wise me up faster
To avoiding disaster
Gradually becoming a forecaster
Life's riddle painted me a master
But don't call me a pastor
Cum fasting, I ain't a taskmaster
The mixed differences of two
Can never be measured of blue
You love me, oh mine
Your trust on me assign
Duties beyond heart to fall in line
That factual auctions are redefine
In every activity of the vine
How atmosphere's spells shine
Thy love so genuine
Doubts couldn't ruin
I will remember now and evermore
These and more I heartily adore
To the needful core
Of mess not ignore
And fears you duly cure its metaphor
By which I conquered the mental war
Into background check
By which faults wreck
You lead me aright
Yet you never alight
From the bus of my mind; sitting tight
To continually beep the ray of thy light
Around my heart's sight
Dewing canals; not embracing its delight
You stare, my heart grasp
Gazing either cool or rasp
My soul and mind is now of concern
Even in uncertainty, I've got to learn
All your speaking
Gets brain seeking
Forgotten tales of old wisdom's root
Walking in the wilderness of ideas barefoot
My fearless daring
Assist me cheering
Justice is fair
Justice is, well, just
Just the facts
Just what is needed
Needed to assign punishment
Needed to enforce the law.
Law of the land
Law and order
Order of business
Order to restore
Restore societal wrongs
Restore balance of power
Power to make a difference
Power to effect change
Change in government
Change in society
Society united
Society rebuilt
Rebuilt to prosper
Rebuilt for the common good
Good from bad
Good policing
Policing is lackluster
Policing is corrupt
Corrupt nowadays
Corrupt and violent
Violent against minorities.
Violent arrests
Arrests without just cause
Arrests for crimes
Crimes of the petty kind
Crimes quite serious
Serious police reform needed
Serious injustice
Injustice anywhere
Injustice everywhere
Everywhere one looks
Everywhere in America
America, my beloved country
America has a problem
Problem with gun violence
Problem with racism
Racism against minorities
Racism and anti-Semitism
Anti-Semitism is on the rise,
Anti-Semitism needs to stop.
Stop the madness!
Stop the mistreatment!
Madness
Mistreatment