Long Blend Poems
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Strange dreams blend with reality. A true
Compliments toward rejection.
Haunted by
Irrational voices;
Zoomed.
Outrageously tortured. Presents
Paranoid delusions, as well as
Hallucinations. Then, consciousness;
Run, seceded. Became
Extremely dried. So
Noticeable and rapid.
Ironic, yet dramatic.
A pure self-imposed isolation.
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No one can schedule love to arrive;
it is impossible to contrive.
For it comes without warning or blame;
melting the coldest heart with its flame.
Entrenched in countless human dealings,
love extends beyond happy feelings.
And treats your heart to instant delight,
unhindered by choice, of wrong or right.
Love strikes hearts with an uncanny aim,
heeding no calls for caution or shame,
And yet, love and doubt work in tandem;
their emergence, completely random.
A surreal blend of emotions,
love culminates in life devotions.
And it invokes a hypnotic trance,
conjuring up magic and romance.
As moonbeams dance atop sparkling streams,
passion's flame fuels fantasy dreams.
Yet, trust holds the key that transforms tears
into joyful drops, or liquid spears.
Ribbon Dance
Ribbons fly in graceful loops
flung by hands of maidens fair,
as they dance with turns and twists,
rainbow ribbons fill the air.
Curves of wonder, colors bright
like a rainbow, mesmerize.
Music, synchronized, combine
gifts of art through ears and eyes.
Rainbow ribbons rise and fall,
twisting, turning high and low.
Led by movements of skilled hands,
twirl an endless color flow.
Like a rainbow, colors blend
and create a mystic trance,
through the art of maidens fair;
dancers of the Ribbon Dance.
Sandra M. Haight
~8th Place~
Contest: Rainbows
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Judged: 11/09/2018
~3rd Place~
Contest: Chinese New Year & Celebrations
Theme: Ribbon Dance
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Judged: 02/15/2015
Slowly slowly the brew is taking me over
She sits before me, looking into my eyes
Lost in the world of enticing indulgence
And captive consciousness, frozen in time
I am flying on wings of passion and ecstasy
Defying oblivion, down the memories lane
Earlier days have returned, all is not bygone
Sweet dreams unfold in silence and whisper
Melody of yesteryears resonates in the heart
Time flows like breeze after the hot summer
Mellowed with age, black turned into grey
Reflecting, maturity, intellect and wisdom
A perfect blend of beauty, poise and grace
Wrapped in solemn attire, and unchanged
The loved one affirms her earlier elegance
A playful, serene and shy mate in the school,
Vividly reminds the erstwhile forgotten days
As humming of a melodic song seldom sung
But lying cherished and treasured in the heart
As a symphony of vibrant and magical notes
Life is a force forward but the past is not
Always a history, it survives as nostalgia
Being revived by unexpected encounters
On the uneven journey of harried pursuits
Where clock turns shining youth into yore
Our friend Margarita is a little different
She would often dream of a bearded face
What she says is gray but significant
In her very own version below I place
The contour in my dream is very familiar
But still I cannot recognize
In me he is the organizer
I love and admire his inspiring eyes
Often in my much loved dream
I see him as a Krishna
In his smile an irresistible gleam
Under the tree of banana
When I am in consonance
I feel a cerebral fiesta
But if I am in dissonance
Tempestuous is my vista
These dreams of flute and might
Reinforce my hemoglobin
Leading me from darkness to light
Making my psyche play a violin
Krishna in Radha a perfect blend
A stable amygdala to guide
Overflowing poetry at the bend
When you are by my side
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May 26, 2016
For Animus – Anima Part II – Animus – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tom Quigley
Note: Radha and Krishna are collectively known within Hinduism as the combination of both the feminine as well as the masculine aspects of divinity. ( Wikipedia)
when the sun sets
i am on a deck of a beach house
watching the sunrise
drinking my french vanilla blend
catching the dolphins having their morning swim
looking at the fishing boats
smiling at a dream come true and a perfectly laid out plan
the only part missing is someone to share it with
i flirt with an older lady who looks so young and vibrant
i flirt with a younger lady who is not feeling my vibe at all
i flirt with a lady walking her aged afghan hound not noticing me at all
i flirt with a lady who is taking it all in like me and responds to my flirtation in the exact same way
all in all, i am having a ball
The Lord's Blessing Is What It Is and What It Exactly Should Be
either way, i am Noticed, Heard, and Loved
also, i have another week and a half of the wonderfulness in front of me
so Thank You Lord.....AMEN.....
Finally, feeling fine and flourishing like a flower in comfortable creativity - I go cerrrrazy off of being cool and clever in Poetry Wurld! Hope is enraptured with joy...the cells of my existence is UPlifted by the commercials of comedy relief...rejoicing in the wrong accidently or purposely (chortle)...purposely, wanting to do what;s right honestly...putting things in perspective best I can...peace is replaced with chaos instead - WHY??!! I do care...can't you see I care about you? I don't care if life is temporary (YOLO)
Ashamed of what I've done - my insecurities came back to me 7-fold...my addictions and afflictions and OCD's came back to me 7-fold...my addictions really did catch me off guard..childish and childlike behaviour is 2-1 in a bottle of joyous innocence - being mature in faith, love and joy, according to God's Wisdom (not kissing my close friend, fooldumb) - I'm attempting to get better, not worse obviously...but apparently, I blend in with the crowd, only on some terms and circumstances
I don't see responsibilitee at home...in my house, I c povertee, getting worse; not any better - sorry about my negativity...trying to remain positive for the better...
Totally tripping out...but I need His faith - buddy, I'm tired of your BS (sorry to say...excuse my French)
Hate is...is...re-replaced with Agape Love...just maybe one day, we will all have the same faith without any violence replayed...replayed...
Like a rippling lake, her azure silk dress flows,
splashing gentle waves with her delicate spin
into his awestruck arms as the music slows.
As he holds her closely, whiffing flowery skin,
she whisks him away to a sapphire sky
where ombre blues blend and collecting stars grin.
Her lake dress reflects, to his wonderment eye,
heron wings flapping within, in playful drifts,
as her mirroring heart begins to fly.
Her sash bow embraces a lifetime of gifts
as it wraps his treasure so beautifully
in the dazzling pleasantries of wordless wisps.
Azure radiance croons as her hips taunts me
in that dancing blue dress under their marquee.
If seeing is perceiving
Than your believing is deceiving
As my form tends to be weaving
from one to the next direction
that's in where lies this deception
what you saw is just perception
But only yours and for a second
Never mine as I had beckoned
A change in matter that I reckoned
You always told me not to frown
To be happy, turn it upside down
So I twisted round and round and round
Until there could be no frown found
The face that once was in this place
Now occupies an altered space
Morphing until I cease to chase
A form worthy of enduring replace
I wish each shape only to exist
As long as I see fit to persist
Simplicity remains a bit remiss
Countless fleeting first impressions
I shift with ebb and flow of tensions
Transforming if you dare to mention
Something I feel as ill intentioned
Physical self unrecognizable
It keeps me in a pleasant state
With my abilities rather sizeable
Nothing at a meaningful or lengthy rate
Some say that would be unadvisable
But you'll never know if it's me you see
And I yearn for that versatility
I'll never be the same me twice
Ever changing self may be my vice
Nice meeting you friend, again and again
Until all my features blend, it's been a slice ;)
June 2nd, 2022
Morning thunder grips
Shock awakening
A fragrant brew flips
Cuppa brown brew sings
Wet wet morning rain
Misty drowning feel
An aqueous deep pain
Drawing close to heal
Clash of lightning strokes
Thunder claps most loud
Freezing feelings yoke
Bad weather speaks proud
Such poignant strands here
Cheer drains with downpour
Cold and wet makes clear
Water floods some more
Cuppa of brew dark
Espresso warms me
A hot blend now sparks
An abrupt surge frees
Early morning rain
Wet brush stokes misty
Cold and wet refrains
Punctuate my sleepy
Leon Enriquez
12 October 2017
Singapore