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I see in your glaring eyes wide open,
you’ve an inferno of anger burning within.
The tongue splutters words of the vitriolic mind
like the acid rain showering spite.
Your sane senses scorched by the wild fire
turn into ember ashes of malice.
Even then I don’t abandon you
in the simmering cauldron of hatred,
nor do I try to blaze you in return
with the flame of vengeance,
for I know you can’t spew wrath in my soul,
and fire can’t douse another fire.
I inundate you instead in forgiveness,
flowing as the fountain of benevolence.
The spout of affable elements drenches you,
extinguish the fire of disdain.
As you rise from the ashes of composure,
I see you in the shadow of repentance.
I pray to God to give me the strength of mind
and the wisdom of compassionate senses,
to endure the deliberate wrong doing,
so, the spurt of divine forgiveness,
emanating from the fountain of my benign soul,
I can bestow to those pledging sincere penitence.
My love- you were the fire in me,
the bright light that raged in my heart;
when you left- my fire burned barely,
I sank low, from life apart.
But slow, I found my place and part,
the sad hurt inside, fed my fire;
the deep pain, fuel to inspire,
soon a mighty blaze was burning;
and never will my fire expire . . .
This girl- so, so strong now standing.
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November 10, 2017
Poetry/Dizain/The Fire In Me
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9601-16-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, The Fire Inside
sponsor, Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
First Place
When morning comes and with the dawn
a rooster crows announcing you.
I stretch and yawn, and wash my face,
Then shuffle down to start the race.
The bacon fries, the paper comes
I let the dog out in the sun
I felt a shiver, in my bones
but soon it leaves, the chill is gone.
I look beyond the window's view
The coffee perks to welcome you
You level out, with revelry,
Your beauty takes my breath away
Old friend! Gold sunrise of the skies,
You peep, and nod while passing by.
You come each day to warm my face
You race across all time and space
Old, brilliant friend, of rising sun…revive the crevice of my soul!
Sail the rooftops, over lawns, over the crest of the early dawn
Warming,………greeting,…………….skimming along…….
You come each day, to warm my face, you comfort me and show the way
From morning’s journey, long past noon, from east to west, a well worn path
You race across the time and space, an ancient clock, while keeping pace
And as the twilight comes too soon, you blaze a trail with redder hues
Although I know how soon you’ll go… I wonder why I miss you so…?
My brilliant friend, the setting sun, it’s time to wave a sad goodbye
I wonder why, at end of day, you play for me, a sadder song?
Yet still, I’m here, in silent awe, to watch you burn away
Slowly………fading………………………………………gone
Where to start?
But asleep is the hope of mine
In the shadows of my dreams
The crimson curtains have collapsed
And are cemented to the floor
Entombed behind the stage of life
Petrified
Where to start
Ardently athirst
For this masterpiece to become a reality
Are there any more enduring rays
To blaze this shroud and open the pathway
For the music was born
Far beyond in the heavens
But I am only just dim color
Formerly, once bright
Wishing upon the shine
Wishing upon the moon,
Wishing upon the stars
Hear the rhythm of my heart
How many tears need to fall?
Before I am reborn
Replenished
To cherish that someone
Thunder and Light help
Energize my ai’s
Awaken me from the tomb of stone
Sight
Desiring the removal
So, I may peel this medusa face from my form
And crawl out of the sands
And stand on holy ground
With a new coating
Of majestic color
And an armor of varnish
My yearning invocation
My yearning benediction
To reach for this Sapphire Star
Savoring the breath of life
To not lose what I want most
To ascended with the dawn of the morrow
To hold the never-ending morning solar rise
For the present, is a present, in the presences of you
To hold the never-ending morning solar rise
To ascended into the dawn of the morrow
To not lose what I want most
Aglow
A bright halo
Musical
Under the Lights mistletoe
And to never let go
The Empyreal Sapphire Star of resonating beauty
A dance along the skyline
Beholding the Daughter of Divine
This pulchritudinous nymph of the Almighty
A wish
My wish
Upon the cosmos
A wish to embrace her exaltedness
For all time and all eternity
1/10/2020 Edit 1/16/2020
Picture Prompt Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
February 4, 2020
CITRUS GROVES
In citrus groves of sunlit hue,
Fictitious fact farce sounds so true,
Where oranges, plump and captured by zest,
In love affection with the farmer, feeling its best,
But witnessed a twist beyond the rolling crest.
With its vibrant peel and a radiant hue,
Held the essence of the one it grew.
From gentle curve, clean looks to robust chin,
An orange's visage, looking fresh and clean.
Its eyes, twin orbs of sunlight's rays,
Gleaming and bright like summer's blaze,
In vibrant array, encompassed in its gaze,
Squeezed with each squeeze by the squeezer,
Ready to be delivered in the captivity of freezer.
Compromised trust alternate its burst of zest,
Liquidization is the transformation it witness at best.
As the squeezer unleashed the scent tang.
Oranje enjoyed its last caress before hitting a snag
It wasn't a sweet symphony but a fragrant delight,
Juicing out the juice into this citrus sprite.
From that moment on, the farmer knew,
This orange, immense, had a purpose true,
To bring a smile and refreshing to every face,
A reminder of nature's infinite grace.²4
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? December 9th, 2023.
Amidst the ebon of my lonely room
I feel a covert brush across my face.
The phantom from my dreams disrupts the gloom,
which terminates despair's profound embrace.
Her mystic coffee eyes entrance my soul
as freedom's blanket warms my frigid heart.
This charmer's stitch has sealed seclusion's hole;
now dammed, the flow of somber tears will part.
My trusting fingers grasp her guiding hand
as flames of adoration burn within.
I bow before her sensual command
and let the blaze of passion's fire begin.
We sail the sea of fascination's kiss
and bathe in waves of rapture's soft caress,
then anchored at the dock of Eden's bliss
we mingle on the beach at love's address.
My spirit's flooded by enchantment's rain,
which resurrects a buried peace inside.
Beneath the midnight moon she's freed all pain.
Upon her magic ship my dreams now ride.
Zest
***** quest
Feel flame fest
Grief
Be brief
Trick time thief
Joy
Sweet ploys
Time treats toy
Fame
Bright name
Sweet-sour blame
List
Glimpse gift
Soil stains sift
Peep
Dream deep
Sail sound sleep
Lost
Charm costs
Flick fluke floss
Dream
Sweet scheme
Touch thrills theme
Light
Sweeps sight
Blaze blooms bright
Heir
Fond fare
Apt aim airs
Look
Bright book
Strange signs spook
Live
Grace gives
Boost brave brief
Save
Be brave
Choose calm cave
Stage
Prime page
Rest rude rage
Vain
Please pain
Still sounds strain
Noise
Prunes poise
Charm claims choice
Star
Drama
Agenda
Words
Hurts heard
Craze creams curd
Lines
Feel fine
Breed bleeds brine
Spell
Time tells
Speak soft sell
Keep
Dream deep
Wise words weep
Pay
Pique play
Speak sound stay
Touch
Makes much
Soul signs such
Leon Enriquez
18 May 2015
Singapore
I yearn to be ...irrevocably unveiled,
the dripping devotion
curling between the yin and yang
of your stoic sanctuary ~
the asylum of your ache,
the devoted rose damsel
burning to bathe
in drizzling thistles and petals
of your pulsing petrichor,
soaked in russet and rouge
of irresistible silence,
still tracing lifelines between
spaces of laser-blue sparks,
carrying the cadence
of creatures consumed in confusion,
unable to contain
the colors of love’s trust,
oblivious to the lips
pigmented with pixels
of passionate patience.
O soul-flame, seraphic sanctum
of strawberry moon-rain,
must I allow the stars to seize
our kismet in blushing blaze?
What if the darkness beholds
what we breathe beyond our
armored attachment,
that elevates the
mystery of muted magnetism?
Would you still engulf my spirit
with emerald embers of empathy,
or would I be left lingering
in the electric aftermath
of a kaleidoscopic kiss ~
reweaving and reminiscing
the restless runes
rehearsed through the nights
when sleep abandoned these words
like an illusive touch
that never felt my need to belong
in a place where
our heartbeats danced to the
same endless echo,
resembling the rhythm
of Psyche’s pining sigh
and Cupid’s nomadic arrow ~
caged in craving,
misplaced in desperate devotion…
I will relentlessly remain
as your unapologetic heat ~
the merciful mirror to your
mellifluous manifestation,
for you and I,
we are ardent lovers
embracing the unseen and unspoken,
cocooned catastrophically ~
amidst the distance
between my sky and your gaze,
while fading within your
eccentric catharsis… forevermore…
Walking to Jesus Town.
Make no mistake about it.
They'll be mistakes along the way.
They'll be times I doubt and wonder.
They'll be friends I leave in my trail.
They'll be instances of crudeness, forgetfulness.
They'll be many flowers, too.
The age is dying.
But that's okay, everything is dying!
Everything dies like the sun will one day
And we think that's beautiful, right?
At sunset...when it's...dying?
You're dying, too...
And I'm dying on my walk to Jesus Town
I'm dying all the time...
I get there, when I get there, oh when I get there,
I'll do wind sprints around his house
and that will keep me alive
That will keep me from ever dying.
I love things too much to die...
I'm asking you to get up now,
Find a mirror and kiss your own reflection.
Remind yourself how much you care.
Run past Jesus Town, I don't care,
But in the near end,
Remember the flowers
And your own lovely face.
Spout out of the sanctuary
That keeps you safe and alone.
There are fires outside
There are ways to make a plan,
Ways to blaze your spirit.
New diet plan in simple strokes,
Transcend sugar problem yoke,
Attend to fix the deep choke.
Greet each day with certain poise,
Honeyed black cumin finds choice,
Lemony water speaks voice.
Aqua hydrates morning call,
Sweet-sour with healthy gall,
Bitter espresso plays ball.
A new routine spreads new ease,
Poise sets the tone of new peace,
Heart must manage this disease.
Aware of cares that loiter,
Beware of touchy matters,
Sugar fix needs firm ponder.
There will be time for dreaming.
Note sanguine chimes most telling,
Notice frail mimes now grooving.
Yes a new resolve now sums:
Dare to work happy outcomes,
Frame and live a brand new psalm.
Start with love that remembers,
Have faith to blaze with wonder,
Live hope till dying embers.
Live well each day as joy flows,
Love frees the way as light shows,
Less finds more say as time blows.
I look to me to set free,
All burdensome thoughts I see,
I am simply free to be.
Leon Enriquez
05 January 2016
Singapore