Long Auras Poems
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My eyes feel heavy..
Eyelids weigh a ton
Like a ton of bricks
No longer shall they remain open..
They are now closed..
With eyes shut..
I can see magnificent colors
Beautiful vivid colors are before me..
So clear..
So bold..
Colors are breathtaking..
As they are unique..
These colors I have not seen in existence..
With eyes open..
With eyes shut..
Vivid, unique, bold, colors appear..
These colors are floating everywhere
They are in communication..
Deepening focus..
In a deep, hypnotic, alpha state..
All is now..
I and...
The magnificent colors
The grandest of auras
Expressive and colorful..
Colorful auras..
Becoming symbols
Becoming forms
People, places, and things..
Surrounds..
My focus is..
Which is that..
Which is..
Out of time and space..
Where time is of no significance..
Time is not in sequence
Followed by..
And followed by..
No orders apply..
Time is unconventional..
Time is simultaneous..
Everything in existence is in the present..
Now..
Now it is..
Past is now..
Future is now
With my eyes shut..
I can reach out to past
The past is now..
With my eyes shut..
I can reach out to future..
There is no space and time
The future is now..
I have envisioned this..
I have become this..
In all of its glory
In all of its grace..
I have witnessed divinity..
Full fledged
full of grace..
Full of bliss..
In a state of becoming..
I am..
All divinity..
It is..
I am..
All..
With my eyes shut..
Darkness arrives..
Quiet and still..
The night is hauntingly beautiful..
Mysterious yet magical..
Moonlight captures my mood..
Intoxicated by pure brightness..
As moonlight shines..
Join me..
As we indulge in the moonlight..
Together you and I..
A calming wind blows softly...
As it calms me so..
Need not have a change of heart...
We were one..
Join me..
My heart is hollow without you..
You left me with cherished memories..
Alive and well inside me..
Although the memories are alive..
My light turned into darkness..
Much darker then the night skies..
Within me there was once an illuminating light..
My intense aura shined brilliantly
Higher then the heavens..
Now I ache for you..
Empty and hollow..
Heart shattered into tiny pieces..
No longer am I whole..
Join me..
So I may once again gaze into your lovely eyes..
With your eyes the sun will shine..
Your warm embrace tickles my heart..
As I become whole again..
Join me..
Sweet love of mine..
So the darkness within me disappears..
My magnificent light shines profoundly
Once again..
Join me..
Sweet love of mine..
So together you and I..
Our intense auras..
Shall reach higher then the heavens..
{For Contest : unintended innuendo
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Date submitted: 11/5/25}
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[“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude”]
~o~
she was from another starry realm
where Heart heralds as the only balm
it governs all aspects of Soul’s demeanour
which meant she needed no fancy armour
there energy passing flashes flaming
creations new, filled with intoxicating dew
such purified liquidity imbues Infinity’s Grace
with guiltless, shameless, lubricating pace
visiting from a skytown where nothing faded
eyes, ears, skin, nose and tongue jaded
superfluous sense organs centuries shaded
Joy, only sublime sensation boldly braided
how could we assess filament of her Soul
we had not yet attained her station whole
mind was our playground, still the master
where little can blast ahead or go any faster
auras defined by progress through timelines
when viewed by ascended goddesses divine
sometimes cause wilt or withdrawal so sore
not understanding our love’s sullied impure
we meant no harm, she just seemed strange
her ambience Love had no earthly range
resting at point zero seemed colourless
we beamed it dreamy stream fathomless
~o~
Big crowd gathering,
Street mime motions;
Silence speaks loud
By this bench,
Mall-side pavilion;
Busy feet greet
Shoppe sales,
Brisk human traffic;
Up sell more stuff
City mall heat,
Air-con breakdown;
Sweaty auras
Fauna and flora,
Wild flowers bloom;
Singing in the rain
Lovely lovebirds:
Octopus tentacles;
Shyness absconds
Morning psalm
Sparrow songbird;
Balcony recital
Window view slant
Bamboo pines sway;
Dancing in the breeze
Traffic jam horde
To conquer the world;
Financial district
Hospital visit,
Sick relative;
Laughter prescribes
Slow motion fumbles,
Ageing constellations;
Dementia flowering
Leon Enriquez
26 Mar 2014
Singapore
"Glossolalia"
I closed the external noise out,
and upon entry to that strange place
the colour of Love,
silence broke the heart open
like trumpets penetrate the heavens
revelations were opening in my mind,
and the invisible surrounding me
emerged visible making their presence
fully and clearly known,
and their whispers became beautiful very loud songs,
and glossolalia tripped off those strange messengers’ tongues
like poets, to me, they spoke and sung
another language, entirely foreign
yet totally understood,
and It and They, lifted myself higher,
and all those strange spirits
surrounding me rose en masse
like an ocean wave overcomes
and carries unprepared swimmers
back into a distant shore, drenched,
and like a child frolics in the ocean,
I was not afraid to turn around,
and swim out deeper, wanting more;
like a magnet their tides danced around me
and pulled me in and along with them,
emerging from the mist of the colour of that place
bathed in synethesia from the auras, of all,
such astonishment, the heart was crying with joy,
the strange sensation of tasting the scent of feeling
in all the beautiful glaringly loud colours of that place,
like an infant born again, pushing its way out
into something odd, a new world, emerging novel,
unhackneyed original shining piercing light
from the body like an orb that cracked open
the old darkness and drew in the new creation,
the Light glowing like armour naked untouchable, merkabah,
yet touching and reaching, ascending higher plains
with divine Xenoglossy beings, We are, paranormal phenomena
now sometimes seen as pareidolia in the clouds
writing, singing, speaking supernature to the ordinary natural,
understanding all, not just one over the other, we understand All
The Xenolalia singing Glossolalia
enrapturing all, on their way home
Candide Diderot. ‘24
on an excursion
students are seen glorious
their auras speak dreams
few have no complain
at the time of taking seats
few do politics
whistling train moves on
talking many to other
few reserve silence
in all their coaches
few are busy with own games
few sing and few clap
faces are tired now
as stamina is finished
journey is complete
Written on 8th Januay2015
Night Fantasies - As moonlight blankets us in passion
Crystallized moon beams
Fractured light of endless desire
Shimmer around you as our eyes meet
Beneath a canopy of hazy luminance
Pearl buttons glisten as fingers touch
Your smile grants permission
Leaving me breathless
Serenity of the night serenades
Our hearts beat in silent yearnings
Lips find your flesh pure
Your neck sweet of perfumed nectar
A sultry sigh floats wispily to the misty heavens
As we sit entwined neath barren branch silhouettes
Exploring each other amidst swirling winds
A foggy shroud lingers silently
Desolate this rendezvous, hidden hillside
Your dark cloak drapes me, floating quietly
Mysterious against this crushed velvet sky
As beauty falls like summer rain,
Drenching my sight with you
Entering the realm of my longings
A full moon stares down
Happily enchanted by our movements
As the slumbering horizon beckons
And still I gaze upward at your charm
“I love you” I sough, feeling every pulsation of affection
Blissfully seeking the depth of the evening
You peer down through hypnotic lashes
Harmonic moans sing in a sensual duet
Echoing through tree lined shadows
Increasing in tempo, you fall to my lips
Tongues dance to the melodic rapture
Fevered vibrations rhythmically sway
Clutching my arms, arching auras lift
Your hair like chocolate ribbons flowing
A shooting star trails your breathless sighs
Euphoric fuses ignite within, exploding
Illuminating your smile, your face
I rush to meet you, simultaneous sensations
Quivering stardust ecstasy shines
Collapsing into my loving arms
As moonlight blankets us in passion
Written for the Night Fantasies poetry contest
Inspired by the top photo on the contest page
Sponsored by Mystic Rose
Good Night Soupers
There is a sense of wonder in your eyes
I can't understand your marvelous cries
I am surprised by your approval to let me go... I thank you wholeheartedly, you know?
I'm left in pieces in the woods of my mind and I hear the midnight crow
I'm a dreamweaver, tracing the auras of the eclipse
I'm facing my nightmare with much bravery in a bittersweet glimpse
I'm starting to grow fond of you,
Even if you are a dream come true
I'm starting to be attached to you,
Although we've parted ways out of the blue
I smile at the sand of the sea as my hopes never grow dry
I wave at the birds, taking wing
I nod at the sun in the sunny sky
I admire the scenery before my eyes as I gracefully sing
So terrified by the whistling wind of the west
I'm trying my best to pass life's difficult test
It's getting harder and harder to see the bright side
Something tells me not to worry, for I'm on God's ride
I take a bow at the sunset before me
I am in awe as I see the night approaching
I take a swim into the waters of vitality
I am willing to dive deep into the waves that are leaping
I am a true dreamweaver
I have become a believer
I'm sure my future isn't a blur
I will endure this hardship for sure
There is a cure to the pain and sadness of life
There is a Savior that will set us free from mere strife
I know that life is so unkind sometimes
We just got to have faith, even in dark times
I'm waiting for the moonlit stars to shine their lights on me
I'm praying for a time when chaos and corruption will fade away
I'm staying right here next to you until the end of time takes place
I'm figuring out the footprints that lead to your gracious face
I'm an angelic dreamweaver
I was made to be a believer
I'm a genie that grants three wishes to the overachiever
I'm enjoying the thrills of life's bizarre experiences that knock me over
I'm a splendid daydreamer
In the wintery nights, flowing with elegant coffee and creamer
I'm a long-suffering believer
In the shadows of the light, glowing with satisfaction and pleasure
Cease from dripping insane rain on me and drill a hole in my wall of losing-it-all...throw your explanation points on me questionably...desert the dilemma of our mind's third eye and make the truth brought out our living-a-lie that we, ourselves, can't deny...I'm an outlandish ostrich...an odd triumphant one... A meager manic (someone who lacks energy and is lazy)...so-called schizophrenic who sees auras and people's deepest dangerously dark or lovacious (gracious and love) light ascending...descending...desires and flawless flaws; I have a freezing fever due to the love flu.. in the backburner, fighting the urge to troll the net with nostalgic negativity...eyes do shine when you are mine; captivity-bound by your crude attitude and lack of aptitude and you're rude and a not-so-good blood, bud...out of the orange, I bump into the Barrier of my mind...a vacant mindset that gets me awfully upset and my mind's piling up with emotional and mental regret debt...I don't know what I know, restlessly resting, bathing in the moonlit sun, breathtaking heat and shivering cold got me on both feet now...your worthful miracles and curses once enthralled me from my birth to my death...I'm hypercalm in your DDP (Daffodil Drainage Process, a made-up condition or term that's abbreviated, which means negaitivity takes over someone's life and drains out the positivity, which is the symbol of a delightful daffodil)...in confusement, bewildered, buzzing bees corner me like I'm their honey comb...now, I'm a I-Survived, a goosebumps-attacked victim to cheating death several times in my life, each with a different perspective in mind, heart and soul...your efflorescent effulgence got me choked on my fixated freefalls (your lack of encouragement or advice that leans on positivity ended up making me force-feed on my failures)
Mystical Moon, languidly adrift in pallid glory,
is holding night court, clad in gold silk sarong.
Ruling her astral kingdom, amusing with a story
about a cow and a spoon; singing a lyrical song.
"Wondrous Moon," said I, "lamp unto this night,
may your lustrous path stay vigilant and not stray."
In comply, I saw strung on high, myriads of bright,
luminous stars, glinting down on a fishing quay.
Moonlight plays on lily pads, afloat on Amon Bay,
shining on croaking bullfrogs, just having fun,
bathing in nocturnal frolic until faint spark of day,
flirting with saucy winks and adding, "Hiya, Sun."
As morning draws nigh; moonlight slowly dims.
Luna will crown Sol at horizon's cusp of dawn.
Baronial is his warmth, but now my vision swims.
I'm drowning in a whirlpool, trying not to yawn.
Mystical moon will glow tonight with vivid pomp.
Again, donning a corona, flowing in auras of light.
As sunlight lulls, worn out from his daily romp,
I'll waltz in moonlight, among dazzling stars tonight.
July 16th, 2020
Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet