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Written: June 02, 2024 For Regina McIntoch Contest
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Discovering God doesn't bear broad browsing
He's all over on Earth's orbit or cosmic orbs
He is not an allusion or scarce
Faith is a notion that God conflates with spirit
Life is a cynosure; we should not deviate
Fulfill kismet, will balmily distaff nemesis
God is love, auric values lighten others' lives
He is present as a gentle breeze sways palm fronds
He hears the soft rainfall on homeless tin roofs
In gloom, He watches ants swarming on ivory stone
Seek Him in the joyful gaze of a child
Or in the fragrance of blooming orchids
Or as you comfort a grieving friend
He is present at the first cry of a baby
And the last breath of a dying man
He is there as waves crash onto dazzling coasts
And as seagulls soar across vast white skies
Seek God as you bite into a ripe mango
Or as coconut juice quenches your thirst
The divine manifests in subtle forms.
Written: June 14, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 37 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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Amidst the rolling hills and verdant green,
Lies a land of arcane, almost Xanadu if seen.
A place of ariose where dreams are born,
And the sun rises each day as an auric crown.
In this Elysian land, time seems to stand still.
Worries and troubles fade away, as if by will.
Here, one can find peace and tranquility.
The beauty of nature is its canorous serenity.
Glory in magenta and gold hues in the sky
The birds emit an opera of tunes as they fly.
The aroma of fresh flowers floods the air.
Trees soar high, their limbs rising in a blare.
Going upward, I have faith in my heart.
Through gloomy slopes and twisty parts.
The peaks are starting to come into sight.
Their tops were aurified with golden light.
I wander through this nebulous land of bliss.
And fathom a sensation of perspicuous peace.
I realize that I have embedded my idyllic place,
An oasis of diaphanous passion and grace.
Almost akin to Xanadu, an island of dreams.
It motivates me with whispered schemes.
The seal of the blessing of a utopian paradise
A realm where loveliness is eternal never dies.
Written: March 30, 2024 For Ink Empress Ethereal Lantern Contest
Quote By Rumi: “The lamps are different, but the Light is the same. One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-mind, endlessly emanating all things.”
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In every fleeting felicity, twilight dislimns.
Gaunt into gossip, gossamer of gold glove.
Sewn-in vibrant amethyst and topaz,
laden in the ethereal glow of moonlight.
An eerily lit candle glides over the sea,
brittle, bare in a lambent, gossamer veil
soft vibe exudes a nostalgic indigo mood.
A life pearl holds hope and love
exquisite lantern shapes ethos
diaphanous for a soft glow
quiet pull and rhythmic delight.
Dazzle and dance to Daunt Daub
awe-inspiring lanterns, a mesmerizing sight
a gentle glow gracefully grows with breeze,
Elysian elixir sight to elicit one to their knees.
Owls deem Nubian sky depths
a heartfelt jewel from heaven
Humanity is still a model of clay
overlooked amid the artifacts of divine
blithely beshrew beleaguer blunt battle
and how the fluid obscurity undulated
embrace that pure clarity
If gloom dulled spark of empyreal kismet.
Their genesis maunder motley mystery
their nexus is nebulous; ogle as a panacea
and possess a hypnotic, pellucid spell
It casts a glow on all who dwell.
Fetch them felicitously, float flourishing,
and feel your soul overflowing with love
amid auric doxology of celestial lanterns
Infuse your spirit with unadulterated bliss.
A myriad of words could be written today
Ten thousand more tomorrow and onwards
I will never cease the art of writing
Cannot bear the notion of holding my tongue about:
The liminal spaces who cannot speak
The ancient lands longing to be felt and seen
Our earth mother who cares so much for all
Our innate everlasting worth that can at times feel depleted or small
I channel endless words and my senses express
I welcome the all encompassing
I honor the ebbs and flows
The metaphorical deaths that transform and morph
I witness my consciousness ponder
And hope to surround others in auric fields of love and light
A slight chill of cold darkness,
air hit me as I roamed outside,
I saw the red moon move a fence,
alike a farmer with a glowing nose,
I kept speaking and was sleepy
the hopeless empyrean was everywhere,
facing similar to town youth,
accompanying their silvery faces.
Dense snowflakes cover the soil
living hibernates, beginning to wait
breeze ice webs over the auld oaks
light glancing through the jug divider
The white being that triumphs over cold,
life-inspiring affection for the opaline color.
Cheering regardless of the snowstorm,
In calm surges of artistry,
the melancholy fear is calmed continuously,
as the sunlight thinking dismisses ignorance,
storms thunder inside the sheets,
all epoch and mystery, the encounters
blending quiet and blast,
rainy environments and the moonlight.
A riotous squirrel chastises me for crushing allure day.
while I trespass into appeal rule without regard,
the dust opposed the deep, foul perfume of decay,
I mindlessly wander through colorful folding.
Threaded accompanying auric, gold-colored, and azure.
God's beauty has vitality-restorative power.
Mother Nature protects the aforementioned advantage.
Written: December 23, 2022
WINTER STORM Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Written August 18, 2025, for contest Sponsored by Vanya Evangeline
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Orpheus in the Underpass,
strummed not strings but a tape untied,
melodies muttering on weathered stone,
beneath the urban sprawl—
where shadows reign,
And graffiti whispers tales of kismet.
Eurydice donned her headphones,
When the cab clipped her soul,
She tumbled into the subway’s maw.
a place of silent echoes
and flickering fluorescents
where moments unravel asunder
And names are beshrewed.
Orpheus, longing for her breath,
descended through the gates
with a melody woven from dopamine
and duct-taped dreams.
His voice, a soothing fracture,
a dulcet ache
That brought tears to the rat's eyes.
and set vending machines to a mild harmony.
The dead convene—
Witches in bedazzled hoodies,
shops of bygone lovers,
cursed symbols of erstwhile delight.
They listened.
They set her free.
But the rule remained:
“Don’t look back.”
He wandered forth,
Her footsteps were a whisper.
trailing in his wake.
The city above was auric.
a chalice of light and sirens.
He felt her breath.
such embrocation on his neck.
And then—
a flicker of doubt,
a furtive glance,
a single turn
The horizon loomed ahead.
She vanished.
such steam from manhole mouths,
such serotonin in sorrow,
such a melody
before the last note fades.
Now he plays.
in the underpass still,
a demure Amorist
with a voice that rends asphalt,
waiting for a world
where love
Ask not for shadows of memory.
Written: April 22, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Line of inquiry:
“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”
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In an oasis of ambrosian goals, we glide,
Petals softly share secrets rarely sighed.
Below their beam, our beings bloom,
Saga of a steadfast, empyrean soul looms.
All steps reverberated across the night,
Beacons in shadowy areas, rockets ignite.
Imagination arises with every breath,
Chase away the arcane doubts of death.
Our treks are aureate by strokes unseen,
Metaphors cavort on meadows of green.
Across every heartbeat, hopes ascend,
The forever auric vistas, a timeless bend.
A waning storm in her canorous gaze,
A dreary tangle veiled my soul—it was a maze.
The beat of our panacea was nuanced and odd,
My hiatus was as short as a mild dew on sod.
As a result of my intent, her inner grin faded,
A dulcet waltz, as halcyon empathy and jaded.
I stood there, my chin furrowed with worry,
Unsure what to permit— an unstated fury.
I saw my reflection in her quiddity pond,
Akin to waves that extend, but stay beyond.
This twisted sphere lacked an odor of love,
But knowing it was missing pulled insight above
I learned beneath the twilight's gentle sweep,
How deep emotions run when shadows seep.
There’s no point in running around,
when we’re in fears and desires drowned.
Give up the struggle, cease to spar;
let’s find out, who in truth we are.
In moments of tranquil silence,
our heart sings, sans thought violence.
We imagine we’re a bright star;
let’s find out, who in truth we are.
Body ages yet our heart sings,
detached from material things.
Life’s inflicted many a scar;
let’s find out, who in truth we are.
Conscience speaks and if we listen,
we feel our auric field glisten.
Search for truth now, there no age bar;
let’s find out, who in truth we are.
Ceasing to size, let’s vaporise,
that soul’s light we so realise.
Rudderless, we’ve drifted afar;
let’s find out, who in truth we are.
(Dedication: For the pilgrim wayfarer in each
human face; and for my family, with love.)
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Joy speaks of peace when love funds flow;
Calm now floods ease in inner glow.
Faith knows the way that hope finds love;
Devotion stays with truth above.
Go to a place where stillness calls;
Leave time and space as silence falls.
Arise my heart, let mind be still;
Soul journey starts with zest that fills.
Take time to pray beyond word spell;
Do not delay this lovely dwell.
The passing clouds tell of a glimpse;
Veils hide from proud but faith shows scheme.
Sit and align both heart and mind;
Spirit now finds a healing kind.
There is a time for prayer rhymes;
Let the bells chime as stillness mimes.
Words beyond words now echo here;
Joy seldom heard in soul's deep cheer.
Time within time, the stillness waits;
Sutras now chime here at soul's gate.
A mantra tints the fragrant hall;
Vision now hints as bliss sweeps gall.
The auric chant of this soul dance
Now feeds a charm in a deep trance.
Sounds repeat strains in mystic psalm;
Soul feels most plain the magic calm.
Echoes from far nudge deep within;
On flight of stars the child unseen.
Prayer funds joy in ecstasy;
Here love employs clear harmony.
Deeper than deep this inner shore;
Beyond deep sleep a precious core.
I sit here now as sutras come;
A muse endows the words I sum.
No man can write beyond the whole;
Words cannot cite the peace of soul.
I fly to space beyond all time;
I glimpse a face that hurls my rhymes.
Not I, not I, but a dear whole;
I simply try that profound Soul.
Then, I awake to sure aware:
For sutras stake what mantras bare.
Oh pilgrim dear, the night now ends;
Grace comes to cheer with sure Godsend.
Leon Enriquez
03 January 2015
Singapore
Falling Autumn leaves brashly wave goodbye to Summer
And strew the pathways with emeralds, rubies, and gold.
Radiant beauty engages the land in mummer
Encouraging Summer to relent and let loose its hold.
Watching with glum expression and immodest dress,
Eventually losing the tug-of-war with the chill cold.
Life and death become the drum to which She will bend
Leaving the breathless Wind time to nimbly mend.
Tomorrow She moves forward
Onward from time borrowed.
Sulking away with dried diamonds
Until Autumn’s auric sky explodes
Mindfully exposing Her horizons.
Memory of Summer implodes.
Efficacious efforts of Her victory,
Reign of Autumn’s golden glory.