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Its never to early to be in love
Says mother beloved
Quote me wrong if am right
From Sunshine to sunrise
A Mellow below my pillow
A Medley of endearment
I have told you a hundred times
The best thing ever to happen to me is love
Not a type I feel
But the one I can't see
Its inexhaustible as the sea
Full of so much Mercy
Even when in the midst of the red sea
Its you alone I see
Mothers love can become greasy
Father's love can turn freezy
Lovers love can be without merci
Relatives love can turn clumsy
But this love i speak is new every morning
I wish I have words to express my Heartbeat
Its beating per seconds billing
I will go bankrupt in a means to pay it
So i dispense of his mercies
I enjoy his bountiful blessing
It's all mine so I can flex it
Flaunt it and spend it
If you haven't taste it
You are missing a big thing
I don't worth it
Neither do I merit it
Its just his nature that can't be questionable.
Thanks be to him who loads us with our daily benefit
GODS LOVE IS NOT MESSY bUT VAST IN MERCIES.
Just Clouds
They seem just ordinary fill
for a background, a fuzzy white
or gray that doesn't grab the eye
and distract from the more deserving
stuff like trees, sweeping ocean views
and mountain lakes. Clouds lack
a clean line.
They seldom get prime billing
unless infused with anger and about
to burst, or wear the outrageous
colors of a rising or setting sun.
Many exclude them altogether
with a preference for a blue,
totally cloudless sky.
Frankly, total blue is boring to me.
Give me tufts of purest white
drifting soundlessly across
an otherwise featureless sky,
big bellied storm clouds, dark
and sagging with weight,
rumbling with thunder,
letting their load of water go.
And wrap me
in the soft, filtered light
of low, misty clouds that have learnt
how to weep, keep me safe
from the big towering giants
that grow with menace on a distant
horizon and bless me
with the unseen ones
that send down a gentle rain at night
to lull me off to sleep.
A rose as it grows has no cute little nose
Has no voice that can drive a man wild
Has no eyes to ensnare any man who looks there
Has no cheeks that might flush if he smiled
No saunter, no wiggle, no fun little giggle
No sharp and intelligent mind
No power to make any timid man wriggle
No humour, no shapely behind ;-)
No way to say yes to a white wedding dress
No way to agree to be mine
No way can a rose hold a candle to you
Though a rose can be rather divine
So a rose can coerce many men into verse
For a rose has its own beauty too
Yet a rose that you chose for your bouquet or hair
Shall take mere second billing to you
Feel fond feelings
Words weave willing
Bless bright billing
Love looks lovely
Glimpse gains groovy
Claim charms curvy
Profound play primes
Touch treasures time
Rapture reaps rhymes
Trust truth timely
Deed drills deeply
Feel fine fancy
Drool dreamy day
Peace placates play
Speak solemn say
Heal hurting heart
Spread succinct start
Craft charming cart
Begin bold brief
Groans grabbing grief
Bless bright belief
Word wealthy wit
Hurl healthy hits
Frame flashy fit
Wear wild wonder
Touch truth tender
Please prompt plunder
Meet mingles more
Sweet stirrings store
Pride pleasures pour
Move mighty minds
Keep kitchen kind
Such savvy signs
Bear blessings bright
See sacred sights
Live limpid light
Dream dreamy days
Spread simple say
Choice creams cliche
Play precious poise
Create calm choice
Vibrant verse voice
Leon Enriquez
24 February 2015
Singapore
Joe was nondescript
not that tall
but not very short
even keel
not loud or quiet
straight down the middle
the last to be noticed
in a crowd
the first to be skipped over
until someone took notice
finding this curiosity
to be worthy of study
the social circle all ruled by
their passions
standing out, being heard,
being number one, accolades
life of the party
except all these
could not be counted on
to be there for you
in time of need
as the number two
not so Joe
willing to submit his ego
for the greater good
be it visiting the sick
taking abuse to stand for the just
spending his time
in anonymous acts of kindness
will not make the front page news
but will get top billing
by those who discern
the extraordinary
The Dove is a sign of love and peace,
Preached of holiness, devotion and grace.
Genesis recalls, Noah released a Dove,
An Olive branch to forgive Human race.
Doves portrayed in song and prayer,
Scripture, Writings, Poetry and Verse.
Rising on high the messenger of hope,
Cleansing spirit to deliver and disperse.
The Dove of peace is pure and White,
Maternal, gentle, a place in our heart.
Turtle Doves depicted, billing and cooing,
A feature of Masters in Biblical Fine-art.
Reading my words, you may have gathered,
This creature is revered and respected.
Symbol of affection and all that is good,
White Dove, we keep you protected.
My fascination for this wondrous bird
Led me to seek out the truth
My Internet search was rich with answers
I became a Columbidae Sleuth
The Dove is nothing more than a Pigeon
But gets a far better press
Pigeons are beheld as flying Vermin
Defiling Cities and making a mess
Can you imagine the soulful Boy Chorister?
Singing, “O for the wings of a Pigeon”
Or “Two Turtle Pigeons” at Christmas
There is no obvious rhyme,
except for a Duck called Widgeon.
Over 300 species of Pigeons are known,
We romanticise only the White Dove.
The purest of Birds blessed by Lord God.
The Pigeon plays foul,
while the Dove portrays love.
She was hired to be a Girl Friday
I refuse to answer to that, she said
Not during the hour-long interview
But her first five minutes on the job
Her demands and preferences were many
She wanted top billing if she helped him edit his books
She expected a substantial raise after two weeks
She threatened to sue him twice in the first ninety days
The boss was a bit smitten with the woman
He had finally met a woman who was a match for his mother
Overbearing, dominating, demanding,
He wanted to woo her and wed her
Marriage to her would have been his mother’s thorn
The former Girl Friday sued him for sexual harassment
She took half his company and a lot of his money
Forty years later he still thinks of her fondly
The pens are capped, the ink is still,
A different world demands my will.
The rhythmic beat of a rhyming line
Must yield to codes and a strict design.
Between the pages of anatomy,
I'll miss the pull of poetry-
The way a stanza feels like home,
The freedom in a wandering poem.
But ICD-10 and billing guides
Are where my focus now resides.
Though Tampa's stage is far away,
The heart still marks this April day.
A quiet desk, a steady light,
Through every long and studious night,
I trade my metaphors for skill,
Climbing up this final hill.
So if my voice should drift away,
Know I'm counting down the days
Until the exam is passed and done,
And the battle for the cap is won.
The poems will wait, the ink will stay,
Until I've earned my April 26th.
Paranoid by a vision I saw you standing there
Cancel my subscriptions the billing is just unfair
Thoughts of indecision rattle up inside my brain
Belief in the existence of the terror that they reign
Listening to these people perfect strangers to me
Everybody's talking but there is no one listening
Implanting certain visions a mirage so untrue
Shuffling down this pathway lost without a clue
Loneliness is a burden although I'm never alone
Rings of a telepathetic my head used like a phone
Happiness is a mystery all smiles should beware
Silent Sound No Touch Torture the weapon in the air
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You have view beyond the warning tongue mess,
You have perceived the sting of hearty touch.
What more can a lone feeble mind confess-
What tease has laid on playing cheek nonesuch.
What it is like lie;
A light that darkness untie
Behind, cum standby...
Until it turns out a beautiful crime,
It would never be unworthy to mime.
You have sold off your rights to billing deal,
You have bought secrets instead privacy.
What more can a fool afford to conceal-
What light fights with dark rage cum ecstasy.
What is it of mind?
Cheap sorry, your stories bind,
Yet torment can't find...
Until it reaches your pride, hope survives
It would have been like you made the best drives.
You never rock enough gut through your stake,
You barely lay down your worries at night.
What more can a burdened heart sleep off ache-
What peace can not cease near bright raging light.
What's the best way known
Within a withdrawn homegrown,
That fakes street unknown?
Terrified without been accused of court
Sort over time with blurred case cum report.