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Astral eagle is back to take Samantha to exotic places.
In Dubai she finds her prince again; his brown eyes are smoldering.
Samantha is in Nirvana; this world better than the other one
Nothing disturbs her; she sighs with relief.
He was waiting; she had hoped he would be.
He is not real her sister had told her, wanting to set her up.
There was nothing more real as he ran a finger down her throat.
She felt her pulse leap almost out of its vein.
Her heart was pumping double time.
He leaned in and gently touched his lips to her.
She began to writhe among her sheets.
Wanting something, yet not fully knowing what.
She was untouched. A novice to this kind of erotic play.
The eagle brought her back in the form of an alarm clock.
She woke up quickly, but disoriented.
Irritated, completely unfulfilled.
There is always tonight, the eagle whispered….
they met, once upon a time-
her silky hand melds with his
for but a moment
an exchanged glance, fleeting
chocolate brown orbs
swimming in pools of milk
ebony hair dancing across her
backless gown as she walks away
walked away…
swirling visions fill his head
dreams of her upon his bed
spinning, thrashing to and fro
stars put on an astral show
future bride on horse so white
sparkling jewels illume the night
speaks his name so sweet and low
eyes that cast a hopeful glow
calling, begging for his love
angels dance a waltz above
off they ride into the sun
forevermore they’ll live as one
‘twas the night they met
her heart stolen-
tapered black tie suit, cufflinks of gold
matching his golden locks
momentarily awestruck, diving into
piercing deep blue eyes
was all it took to set her blood afire
his seductive smile teasing
it’s way into her heart…
late at night when the world is asleep
she’s up thinking about him,
secretly hoping he’s dreaming of her too
when she finally closes her eyes
she drifts off, and in a moment of time
she’s with him, ready to love him
bands of gold glimmer like starlight
her silky gown drops gently to the floor
Andromeda turns her gaze
lost in love’s embrace
they burn like the midnight sun-
forevermore to live as one
she glances his way
her heart smiling, believing-
meeting him was destiny
she walks past his desk
drinking in another fill of him
if only she could tell him…
if only he could tell her...
he catches a glimpse
from his lonely cubicle
the nape of her neck beckons
a tender kiss, well-placed-
before long he's lost in a daydream
An honor to collaborate with July Morning
It had been yearly pleasant routine for me,
I would visit on every Christmas my friend, and
act as the old Santa Claus to cheerfully see
his little daughter smile, my gift in her hand.
She’d get up early in the morning of the day,
find delighted her Santa Claus on her bed side.
The gift she’d dotingly take from me away,
embrace me with her tender arms flung wide.
She’d decorate with care cute Christmas tree,
sing the carol with her mother in joyful chorus,
dancing around in white silk dress like a fairy.
The enthralling scene we wanted to never pass.
I had lost contact with the friend for some time,
so, that Christmas went there to spring a surprise.
I didn’t hear by the door the bell’s usual chime,
the familiar little bed was empty at the sunrise.
The angel had gone to sparkle in sky on astral flight,
leaving us in the dark on the sad Christmas night.
December 15, 2018
Contest : Christmas Poems Old Or New
Sponsored by : Constance La France
It's 3 a.m. The universal witching hour, so of course, I'm wide awake.
The snarly opossums are on the porch, fighting over a delicious corn-fed steak.
Sophie Dog is on the back of the couch, growling at an unseen spirit.
Heavy cigarette smoke smell assaults my nose, proof my father is near it.
He has been gone since '84, but at 3 a.m. this does not matter.
Mother-in-law throws a blue dish in the kitchen, an ominous clatter.
"I know you are here," I haughtily remind them. yet with a bit of force.
"No reason to throw dishes or blow smoke, go back to your heavenly source."
A quick glimpse out of the corner of my eye, a smile reminiscent of Lee.
Time to go back to bed and astral travel with my ancestors around me.
I weep jinxed trinkets
clasped with obsidian oppression,
yet I am not weak ~
I am a beautiful wreckage
of weathered odysseys,
still ferrying the burden
of burnt promises
and bruised perceptions.
but they, the ignorant, remain oblivious ~
they do not know
where the ache of a heartbeat resides,
where the powerful pitch of a vibration
within a wistful violin,
soaked in soul’s rose water, illuminates…
so we question the lawless pages:
where do teardrops go?
where does the salt of sorrow settle,
crystallizing into the cadence of coldness
between the fingers of forsaken flesh,
or in sonnets never once allowed to rhyme,
within the formless art
of conventional conviction?
my tears are now studded stars ~
a cosmic current of scars,
creased with astral ash,
calling out the names of faces
as I drift toward the desire to be undone,
while sparks of moonlight
echo the throb
that trauma stole,
softly teasing
the vulnerable veins of twilight
as arteries of midnight
carry inner conflict
into a calming realm of warm release…
and when it drizzles wordless woe,
follow the train of thoughts,
taste this truth
~ the flavor of lament ~
as drifting despair rises as violet vapor,
returning in liquid constellations
condensed from collapsed dreams.
the sky forever homes
this silk of storm and hail ~
unclothed weather,
a panoramic vision
of suppressed tears made rain,
ebbing and flowing through
the deep oceanic swell of turbulent emotions…
God takes care of us from above,
His blessings brace with lasting love.
Peace reaches us on wings of dove,
ambit of divine feel grows
in soul’s sanctum where bliss glows.
Fear haunts in the darkness of night,
God dispels it with astral light.
Gracious kind bequest of delight
suffuses dull life with glee
as we go by His decree.
Compassion we seek, get from Him
to live devout life to the brim,
pious hearts pulsate with His hymn.
Distressed get help in disguise,
become copiously wise.
Peace prevails in the mangled mind,
traces tranquility defined.
With trail of mirage we’re aligned,
wise life’s long path isn’t in view.
That’s when He gives foresight new.
Anguished times’ wrath we feebly face,
but escape the fright with His grace
as sanguine solace we embrace
calmly without vanity
at peace peak with sanity….
Sing His glory
in the realm of eternity.
Nature’s Decay and Rebirth 10-23-25 Flowers fade and decay through wintry hours waiting for rebirth.
Aster means star
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Nature’s Decay and Rebirth
Astral groans transcend fall gardens,
Aster stars decay in shock waves
Fresh petals turn to star flowers of straw
Like impotent stardust.
Bathed in breath of frosty kisses
Like a cold celestial caress
Autumn’s stars wilt in twilight’s pregnant sighs
Chrysalis’ for new life.
Beating hearts of crumbling seed heads -
Like the imploding red dwarf -
Release their nebulas of umber seeds
With interstellar pods.
On solar winds like shooting stars
These explorers seek for warm soil
And nascent cosmos glide into deep space
Seeking rivers of stars
From clouds of frigid decay set free
A stellar garden rises up
Aster galaxies freed from vernal wombs
To dazzle stargazers
Dawn arrives promptly
Abrupt and early
Eyes still feel heavy
Morning routines wait
Early still feels late
Bedside clock hurls fate
Feet stumble wobbly
Sleepy form shaky
Moves somewhat edgy
Slow movement stealing
Awkward steps slipping
Sleep still caressing
Feeling still gloomy
Dawn leading slowly
Focus still weary
Wash my face feeling
Dream-o-Land thinking
Last dream still gazing
Marionette moves mime
Out-of-sync with time
Sleepy music chimes
Birdsong from the ledge
Punctuates my mind edge
Slow knowing times stage
Cold water splashing
Face awakening
Aware of waking
Daylight shines bright
Steaming warm sunlight
No debris of night
My thoughts come streaming
Notice just knowing
Conscious of seeing
Another fine day
To work fond array
To niche rainbow rays
Spend time doing things
In sure happenings
Squeeze moments that fling
Too soon day turns dark
Night bring fireflies sparks
Light leaves earthly park
Dream-o-Land draws near
Drowsy feelings steer
Bedtime drooping dear
Another sweet day
Surrenders from stay
Sleepy dreams now play
Body lies asleep
Astral mind trips deep
Dream after dream peep
Sleep talking moaning
Unconscious groaning
Fuzzy murmurings
Morning comes again
Ushering refrains
Logic not yet plain
Same old agenda
Awkward persona
Waking to drama
Leon Enriquez
10 August 2014
Singapore
Upon silver tracks, in moments held in suspense,
Gentle steps of angels are faintly heard, idly interlaced.
The vault of heaven quivers in translucent azure;
Through the eternities creeps a divine murmur, cold and alive.
The pure echo of the evening mingles with the sunset,
With the shadowed blue, that in the wing of night vibrates and rises.
The earth's labors lose themselves in a deep abyss,
And ethereal slumbers spread over meadows and frost.
In their stead, remains the alluring song of mystery,
Weaving its game through spaces, a secretive enigmatic wave.
From abstractions unfurl indefinite contours,
Like shadows of dreams, on the trails of cherished, holy days.
The stars, candelabra settled in the celestial decor,
Ignite in the night, reflecting the ancient corner of ray.
Whispered, the flow of hours weaves the threads of destiny,
Thoughts, like monks in candles, knitting their quiet chants.
Embracing infinity with a beam that pulsates discreetly,
Lighting up caverns of the soul, another secret universe.
A river of stars murmurs under the arch, an ancient stream carrying,
To lands unwritten where times of silver are forged, growing.
And when night unfurls its veil, an astral map envelops,
Revealing evermore depths, winter dreaming, time without bound in divine grace.
The surge of self-centric storm blows in the desert of life,
I’m not aware a calm niche of bliss nestles in my heart,
fail to discover the concealed oasis of gentle ambiance,
not until the broken kaleidoscope of ruined lives I discern
ground in the grip of tempest of the ordained life’s turmoil.
The gloomy teary face of the hungry orphan child on road,
the opaque eyes of the petrified mother who lost her child,
deep silent sigh of the destitute resigned to destiny,
illumine my dark wilderness with the soul-searching beacon,
yearning to find the fountain of divine benevolence.
Garnering the gentle grace of God in the sanctum of soul,
the reservoir of overwhelmed humane feelings I empty,
assuage with hope the pain of those in fallen sky’s debris,
convey to them God’s eternal blessing of sanguine solace,
try to kindle faith in abyss of hearts with candle of kindness.
The sordid shadows from the pasture of suffering I remove
with astral aura of the supreme having thousand sun’s shine,
I concentrate my ruffled mind in serene depth of meditation,
learn to extract essence of ecstasy from focused consciousness,
try to see the lotus of bliss bloom in the vase of mindfulness.