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A ray has passed, over the field of our forgetting,
Since I haven't sprinkled, my love, onto the evening's canvas, our shared dream,
And from outside comes the smell of frost to smooth it over... my love,
The frost... and the void...
An autumn has passed, since your last step crossed my threshold,
Since darkness stretched within me, like an apple over a bough... my love,
An apple of ice... and doubt...
A season has passed, since we last intertwined our fingers, poetically,
Since a cold breeze began to wander outside... since then, my love...
The cold breeze... and silence...
A moment has passed, from our tranquil hourglass,
Since I no longer laid, sweetly, a profusion of kisses upon your shoulders,
And in me sprouts a longing, a longing that does not quiet,
Longing for you... and for our dawns...
You know, my love?
Today I've again intertwined my hope with yesteryear's longing,
With the longing for a dream, to swim in a serene dream.
So that your sails may be full, when it will be hard for your eyelids
Among paths that separate us, deep within us and boundless...
And we float... in our wandering... overwhelmingly alone.
Perfect light, treasure bright,
Happily playing, I see the might.
Babes, learning in a world of Christ’s love.
Angels, ministering all around us.
God smiles, in His eyes I am found.
Bringing me peace, on solid ground.
Wisdom is attained, in letting go of worldly crowns.
The Truth, spoken in Love and Spirit, lifts us up, with glorious sounds.
We live in divine, wonderful and marvelous times,
When all good will come about, through miraculous signs.
We will all succeed, as we share our love disclosing,
Giving God’s light and love to all, especially the unloving.
If you do not shine, you can, and I will.
As we build our foundation upon the rock of God,
All will work for our good, learning through health and ill,
Though it be our nightmares, which drive us on.
The truth is, we all have them, yet,
I feel blessed to have had mine,
For love in its purest form, ignites fire, set,
By the intercession of the great eternal Christ.
Straight from God’s heart, to ours, in kind,
He freely loves, heals and gives caring life.
I long for His kingdom, it is in my heart and mind.
This gift is ours, to make at One, in sweet delight.
I want to share this message with all, be wise,
And give yourself away to heed the master’s calling.
Do not be swayed by the sickness, nor fooled by the lies.
I don’t know why so many lives have fallen.
Good choices free us, as we lean on the words of God.
We have so much to offer, and we need to share the gospel with all.
As we impart, come, eat, drink, and be full with so much more.
Don't be scared, for He has walked your path before.
In all your troubles and burdens, have you had rest?
Come, follow Him, for it is as He says, you get the very best!
He is the Life and Light of the world, pure, strong and holy!
Share yourself with Him, and become clean, sanctified and godly.
He will mercifully set a place for you to dine,
And One on one, teach you how to fly.
Thank you Lord Jesus, Brother, Savior without end,
For being my dear loving God, perfect ally and forever friend.
Ask for the best
Be full of zest
Choice works your truth
Dance with wise proof
Etch a sure play
Feel how time slays
Glimpse that sure light
Health moves fine sight
Ink words that show
Joy styles warm glow
Keep peace of mind
Live love in kind
Meet moments grand
Now work your plans
Opt to be you
Prize fate that cues
Quest to know more
Rouse seeds that spore
See what you see
Touch what will be
Urge faith to move
Voice hope that grooves
Wise journal keep
eXplore thought deep
Yield love that heals
Zest follows will
Leon Enriquez
08 August 2017
Singapore
It's as fluid as water is wet overflowing with
plenty
& many have caught a glimpse of the well looking
to fill their chalice
A cup full of light floods the darkness to transform
the space bringing balance to something
now more suitable to view
Ripples in the fabric turn to waves ushering one to
shores that are new
& a new Aeon emerges that is in harmony with
the convergence
More than a few things run through the mind when
trying to elucidate ones lucid
thoughts as streams continue
to cascade & collide
Explosive epiphanies as powerful as landmines blow
ones mind in this new paradigm
as dimensions of self that once
existed cease to be
Some become jaded as their old sense of ME that
was once so comfortable is no more
Being forced to explore a different state of being
is uncomfortable at first glance
but the new view must be given a chance
Drink deeply & be full as you've waited eons
for the chance to advance past
limited & primitive ways
of old
You've arrived at a place that is no longer
accepting of your dining on thoughts
of the past
as new tables have been set with new
courses & paradigms at last
You'll shine here & everything will be as crystal
clear as the waters of life that
flow to & fro oh so fast
The three-quarter angled moon -
like a monstrous, baleful, cataracted eye -
blindly searched the dark beneath
where death was heard in a cut off cry -
nothing else but a rustle in the undergrowth;
a struggle to breathe between two jaws.
Something kicked twice and then was still;
an unseen end in teeth and claws.
I froze to hear both a victory and tragedy;
for something was fed and something died;
and somewhere the babes in a den would be full;
and somewhere the babes in a nest be denied.
The moon will not always look down at creation
cursed to this time of predator and prey.
The lion and lamb will lie down together
because even death will die one day.
Good morning, passport, howdy?
(Silence)
How are you doing, paper?
(No reply)
They say you’re shooting missiles
Out of your pages, is that true?
(No reply)
And some of missiles fall into
The brains of those who care
And there’s a missiles garden
Growing inside their heads
How could you let that happen?
Get down here, answer me
( No reply)
So no reply, that’s fine
In this case, you come under the jurisdiction
Of my judges, as I cannot be held responsible
For your antics, dear piece of paper
You’re an essential document, aren’t you?
A required field in every application
I couldn’t manage without you in this life
But the problem is that you’ve become rather costly
I’m being blamed for offences I didn’t commit
Solely because of my passport
As if I’d chosen my passport even before I was born
They’re very cunning judges
They can’t imagine themselves in my shoes
Yet they act as though they know
How they themselves would act if they were in my place
In all its given entirety
But you’re not listening, little piece of paper
Well then, all I have to do
Is to wash my hands, feeling no need
To wear a toga and be full of grandeur
Just a little consolation I permit to myself
Judges flash knowing smiles, so my
Sardonic ha-ha seems accepted
So I’m putting you back, sweetie
On the Theodor Alexander case
It’s your favourite spot, isn’t it?
Sorry for bothering you
If you’re even capable of forgiveness.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
The little wishers
stand outside
gazing at the stars,
everybody misses
the cheery voice of Santa;
wait a little longer, no need
for tears: you'll see Santa
and his reindeers!
Boys and girls
anxiously wait, their smiles
have a shining glow:
they have been wondering for hours
if their Christmas spirit will grow,
not thinking about toys...
when everything will turn white,
greeting the brightest night
that's beautiful and quiet!
Ho! Ho! Ho!
The little wishers look up...
while snowflakes
start falling down;
moon and stars
won't be seen:
boys and girls,
get ready to cheer up!
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Little wishers wave at Santa
and his reindeers,
he has traveled far
to make your wishes come true!
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Thank Santa and hug him:
he has done this just for you!
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!
Have you been good,
or better than gorgeous Robert
who helps grannies
with their groceries?
Santa knows it
and will give him the best present!
Santa says, " Be nice to all,
and be full of Christmas cheer!
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!
I write upon a marble, so ebony black
It is hard to begin my heart in tears
My nib is fine, the ink golden.
People must stop to see
For now my life is worthless, as her life is spent
By a reckless mad driver, more half drunk .
As I write on marble, I think I'll kill that punk.
Maybe I can find some rifle or rent
A grim weapon to kill that flea.
Need to be embolden
Steel myself, be full of courage, face full of glares.
It's the only way to be back on track..
But I know I'll not do it, her ghost will be back.
I will spend my whole life in weary years
The nib works fine, its style olden
So beautiful and free
Our story I expose and I only repent.
I kneel down and pray till the sun has sunk.
1 February 2021
Placed 1
My Invented Form - I Write Upon Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
I watched some news on BBC
Then turned to FOX and got a surprise
Compared what I heard on the other source
And found FOX to be full of lies
Nothing on Leavitt, Noem or Bondi
Three submissives of Trump unqualified
Just gossip and lies to offer the audience
Right leaning propaganda undignified
If you watch FOX for a little while
Wonder why they cover for a pedophile
Lying to the country with a smile
Nothing mentioned of the Epstein file
GOP cover up for their owners
Rich child molesters that are political donors
Live in fear of losing their career
Covering up for Miracle Ear.
Afraid to vote outside the box
Most of the cabinet came from FOX
The Russian asset can give two hoots
While the GOP will lick his boots
Normalizing corruption and greed
Taking away from those in need
Raiding the treasury when opportunity knocks
It might make the news but not on FOX
Silencing the media, aligning with terrorist nations
Attacking minorities with military occupations
History lessons when I was a kid
Watching him do what Hitler did
Vengeance to all who have resisted
Stopping wars that never existed
Poisonous words no time to detox
Presented as truth by the fiction of FOX
Changing the department of education
To the department of indoctrination.
Destroying the truth that is taught in schools
Backed by uneducated MAGA fools
Nothing but lies each time he talks
But it will be presented as truth by FOX
One man looking to wear a crown
Turning America upside down
No use for the poor, the elderly or the ill
No conscience at all when ordering a kill
Steal from the people when opportunity knocks
You won’t see the truth on bootlicking FOX
This is a prayer for each and every one myself included
To the Father's only Son for which all of this is precluded
For loved ones and family and also for your very own heart
Even those who don't agree, the very first verse at the start
I pray for sunny skies with all your days covered by His Hand
A Spirit that never dies in obtaining the wisdom to understand
I pray in all of His Glory all of us who are on this poetry site
Each of us with our own story to one another's utter delight
Let all those ideas flow and those inspirations shine through
A canvas that only you know even though each day is new
In all that the Lord precludes each a reflecting Ray of Glory
That one thing never eludes is the Grace in our Lord"s Story
So know all have been prayed about and that this much is true
In me you may have some doubt but He knows each one of you
For tonight you are in His Hands a gentle piece shall you know
No one really understands but such Joy can just begin to flow
These things I have spoken to you, that My joy
may remain in you, and that your joy may be full.
John 15:11