Long Awakenings Poems
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Familiar awakenings as when in BEAUTIFUL PARADISE
Might be true if heart feels as such when rusty of exercise
Lyrics of singing nightingale, embalmed LOVE BUG, were never JUST FOR ME
As in rapping of a drum heard everywhere but not for all to see
Memories when everything became so much clear
Empty handed return from a sailing trip and it was ALL SO REAL
To subconscious, what was ALWAYS KNOWN
Tightly lidded lest might tarnish the dream gown
Not a seasoned candidate to stay afloat for another unwelcomed episode in TIME TRAVEL
Missing the nonrefundable emptiness in soul upon loosing the gamble
Bus stop sensations
Where's the bus?
Tardy connection
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Old contact hearsay
Not much to say;
Silent confrontation
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Frangipani sunrise
Pink, yellow, white --
Magical moments
~~~~~~~~~
Smoky stray wind
Grim echoes;
Stale air descends
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Shoppes in decline
Ancient wares loiter;
No takers
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Evening settles
Noisy commotions fade;
Mahjong excavations!
~~~~~~~~~
By this old quay
Modern face lifts greet;
New watering hole
~~~~~~~~~
New dreams stacked
On old faded sites;
Cool revolution
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Play school toddlers
Exchange play things;
Rude awakenings
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Leon Enriquez
17 October 2014
Singapore
I was a child, peering down,
down into my soul’s abyss,
a sterile kingdom by the Dead Sea.
She was also a child, my loveless alter ego
a glass jar not even half full.
Our love was too vacuous to harbor affection or hope.
My alter ego, Lissa Marie.
She was a child, peering upward, upward,
delving more deeply into my spirit’s stunted reach.
The proverbial babe in the woods was she,
harboring the dour rude awakenings
of the great prophets and sages.
She stirred in me all that is sacred,
and inspired and true.
Yet her flame diminished
into smoldering embers—no Phoenix rising.
She departed as she entered, a demure lady.
She came to me as lady light,
departed as lady death.
I shall retain my love for her, my
alter ego, 'til my last breath
Our souls entwined
Yet the angels show their jealously
So divine was she, coequal.
Her essence upon me,
love worn weary,
I’ve become one
with Lissa Marie.
#YO! MY SOUL ACHES IN LONGING FOR MORE INSTRUMENTATION THAT MASSAGES, SOOTHES AND BRINGS A SPECIAL SOLACE THAT I NEED...
THIS IS WHAT "ADRIAN'S THEME" BRINGS TO ME!
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND IMAGINE, DIVING INTO A WARM SEA ENCOUNTERING IMAGES OF VIVID COLORED CORAL AND ROCK...
PLUM/ORANGE/TURQUOISE & BLACKBERRY. AS WELL, A NEWLY DISCOVERED HUE POPS OUT IN THIS TERRITORY, OH SUCH ENVELOPING GLORY! AWAKENINGS YOU'VE NEVER KNEW EXISTED IN THIS STORY...
YOU SEE SEALIFE YOU'VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE, BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE! ! !
IN THIS IMAGINATION, YOU'RE ABLE TO BREATHE, SLOWLY EXPLORE, TO TRULY LET YOURSELF GO! IN THE MIDST, YOU HEAR YOUR FAVORITE INSTRUMENTATION...
THIS ARRANGEMENT BRINGS YOU AN OUT OF BODY SENSATION, AND ITS A
B L I S S YOU'D NEVER THOUGHT POSSIBLE! ! !
THE CHORDS AND NOTES TAKES YOU ON A JOURNEY "JUST FOR YOU" AND THIS IMMERSION OF SOUND AND SOLACE IS SO STUPENDOUS...THAT YOU NEVER WANT IT TO END. IT FEELS SO PHENOMENAL AND YOUR ELATION IS LATER REPORTED AS JUST TREMENDOUS! "HOW WONDROUS!!!"
ANYTIME AN INSTRUMENTAL GIFT, WHERE WORDS ARE SILENCED BUT OUR SPIRIT IS SPEAKING OUT, CRYING OUT...
FEED ME! LEAD ME! PROCEED WITH ME!
NOTHING ELSE CAN QUENCH MY THIRST THE WAY YOU MUSICALLY HAVE HYDRATED MY DRIEST, DEEPEST, DEPTHS OF ME!
NOTHING CAN COMPARE TO THEE, IT'S A SATURATION OF SUPERB IMMENSITY!
IT'S REACHED SPIRITUAL LISTENING...
AND THIS IS MY TRIBUTE TO A DEEP DIVE, UNKNOWN PARTS OF ME CAME ALIVE...
"ADRIAN'S THEME" PLEASE TAKE A LISTEN, IT'S SUPREME! I UNDERSTAND MUSIC IS SUBJECTIVE...
HOWEVER,
WHATEVER YOUR SONG OF CHOICE, WITH OR WITHOUT VOICE...
LET ME KNOW, WHAT IS Y O U R SPIRITUAL LISTENING AND ANSWERING* ELECTIVE?
YO! "I'D REALLY APPRECIATE TO KNOW!"
MEANWHILE, I'M GOING BACK DEEP DIVING, EACH TIME IS A NEW EXPERIENCE AND TAKEAWAY, NOTHING CAN MATCH SUCH A PERSONAL V I B I N G...
IT'S AN UNFORGETTABLE DESCRIBING!
INDEED.
Renee D Gross {GHPPR} October 19, 2023#
Art works of Sovereign omnipotence are the stars*
Beauty to behold…midst darkness-gloom
Creation-masterpieces crafted by the supreme Designer
Delights of the eyes for all seasons defying deceits’ obscurity…
Extolling the awesome grandeur of Deity’s highness!
Firmament wonders they are challenging astronomers’ acumen
Galaxy ornaments mystifying astrologers and constellation gazers
Heaven’s jewels enriching astronauts’ intellectual treasures
Influence-compass guiding travelers toward journey’s triumph…
Justifying space scientists’ quest beyond earth-exploration!
Kindlers of reality-awakenings they are for children
Lights toward truth-searching in their growing-up years
Marvels with wisdom-beam midst their magic and mystery queries
Night-sparkles that promise wealth … “like diamonds in the sky”…
Opening to them opportunities to dream and soar to the top!
Potential poetry and song inspiration-sources can they be
Quiet, yet bright witnesses of victims’ cry for peace and justice
Radiant gems expressing hope to aspiring champions
Steadfast signs with assurance-gleam against skeptics’ doubts…
Testifying about mankind’s fascination for the celestial!
Up above, there they shine … reflecting God’s glory
Victory they assert for the faith-driven to progress-ascent
Watchfulness they show along divine vision-guidance
‘Xcellence marks their illumining expertise in and out of season
Yes, they are in Scriptures declared as “stars for ever and ever”…
Zealously zooming on the eternal light’s Origin and Power!
*Genesis 1:16 And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also.
June 13, 2018
Edited on June 18, 2022
Honorable Mention, "2022 Poetry Marathon Qualifiers' FINAL Placement" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Mark Toney; Judged on 3/4/2023.
9th place, "2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 3" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney; judged on 6/20/2022.
N ature calls and our attuned hearts gently quiver
E choes across the land harmonized so sweetly resonate
W anderlust a scent we recognize akin to magic in the air
B eguiling youth of spring blessings revealed around each corner
E cologically mastering a symphony of jittery bumblebees and butterflies
G ardens sumptuously await with their panoply of aromas and bouquets
I ntoxicating one and all with april wild perfumes imbued on every breeze
N esting mates parade with glee their loving ways before us
N othing ever will compare to the bustling effervescent bucolic awakenings
I mpromptu meetings where lovers intersect by chance to find romance
N ever doubting the universe is on their side complicit that all the stars align
G randiose the scheming and the interplay of God’s divine cosmic machinery
S easons come and seasons go but spring’s the one that stirs the butterflies in me
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on January 22, 2021 for contest NEW BEGINNINGS sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 2ND
I gaze beyond
the silver winged
heart of
twinkling twilight,
lost within metaphors
in warm cashmere
bows of midnight.
Whilst lava lamps
for lost souls
f l i c k e r across
a maze of melancholy,
ghosts of past whispered
surreal sagas through
subtle mists~
silky snow that
d r i z z l e s
in the shape of crescent,
slowly trails
my moon-kissed skin.
If only the stars
of scarred silence
spoke the voiceless
truth raised from
the arms of trauma~
not every glowing
ray is destined
to be your wish
come true,
I was sculptured
in hailstones
of burnt ice,
and my ivory nails
drowned in the color
of your fire blood.
I am the throned
mistress of massacres,
a walking black storm,
that strikes onyx lightning
upon pearlescent
roads to hyacinth healing.
For everything
I touched
became frost,
when heavy clouds bled
to paint the skyscape
in citrine powder.
Perhaps, there is
no need of stretching
your fingers in gratitude,
as it shall
soon abandon
every lucky charm,
like the death of poetry
within inked
pages of
an accidental poet.
Yet, I still see
the unwritten
verses in your dewy eyes~
unsung
poetic confessions,
written in
diamond and rust;
“you’re the poison
I’m willing to take”
Like how romeo
died in the name of
a forsaken tale
told by the infatuated
soul of his Juliet~
Cupid’s bow still
is adorned with her
love-struck tears
that emanate
unshed truth.
So let, the alchemy
of dreams concoct,
a perfumed potion
from black
quartz rain,
to ease this caricature
lifetime of memories~
chasing sonnets
contrived in sorcery,
to seize the stories
of
misplaced prophecies.
whilst hope is flying
on paper wings
of a dark
horse carousel,
where my past self
was crystal-gazing,
to see the crown
carved from rhinestones
of shattered glasses,
piercing through
my honey mane.
But, this immortal
heart will remain
in a museum of
Monet’s garden,
where sorrowful
serenades linger
above thornless roses.
For I am heaven
and hell for you,
in everlasting awakenings
transcribed in turquoise
topaz till tomorrow…
First rays of spring sun
Expose dark hidden corners
Their unwanted dusty cobwebs
Opening wide the windows
Their curtains billow and dance
It’s a time for awakenings and stirrings
Of the internal genre
Inspiring spring cleaning
Of a spiritual nature
Remembering laughter of children
As they chase butterflies
Remembering the meaning of the word play
As stress gives way to smiles
Remembering why life is worth living
O how spring air does detonate rejuvenation
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on April 23, 2018 for contest SPRING sponsored by CRAIG CORNISH - HONORABLE MENTION
She holds the keys
within illuminated Heart
arising from Dark Moist Beginnings
slow awakenings from cell swimmings
magnetic force is Spirit Mother
drawing waves in particle images as Sky remains canvas blue and white
for sea expansions or keel stage piercings
without Her palms and wounds Godforce is stillness waiting to create
or will not, either way ~ nothing is formed or given awake or asleep
for womb is misty moist lava to hold and release
kindling Fires of Creation or
Fires of Destruction
Sky showers new realities defining different boundaries
when Her Heart vulnerable opens
with oxygenated winds of change warm
Spirit Mother paid for Her wisdom
with persecutions, burnings at the stake
know her Love explores replenishing
is Power in artistry
or Mysteries playing
sometimes Mastery
never only the Song of Solomon
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the operating room waits in a pale hush
metal holding its shimmer like a vow
shadows gathering themselves into still corners
the air hums with low mechanical dreaming
soft pulses threading through the silence
as if the room keeps time for the living
gloved hands move with practiced, quiet grace
shaping unseen pathways in the air
preparing the body’s hidden journey
the lights rise into a slow white blossoming
illuminating the table like a threshold
where flesh and hope lean toward each other
anesthesia drifts like a pale unfolding tide
smoothing the edges of awareness
carrying the patient into gentle depth
monitors whisper the first faint awakenings
life stirring back through muted circuits
as the room releases its long-held breath