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Abominable barrage bombards
fortified barracks show
warring subsequently, incandescently,
and brilliantly doth glow
biden time, this
garden variety Joe Schmoe
hunkers down deep amidst disarray
within arched bunker poe
wet tickly donning
pence sieve stance against row
battery weathering incessant assault
invariably waiting for Godot,
albeit devout atheist doubting Thomas
suffers major blow
wavering, vacillating, undulating...
ominous foreboding,
viz more'n one circling crow
decries status ranking sincerely
truly posthumous hero
reconnaissance delivers...
yup absolute zero
looming dark shadow
futile against inconsolable sorrow
anonymous bookish deadened
erstwhile febrile fellow
good as gone, cuz yours truly...
fresh outta ammo
resigned killed in action
another unmarked grave
housing lovely bones
courtesy contemplative bro
charred body foretells, know,
and promises not one daisy will grow
despite fervent obeisance
soul fully do I futilely bellow
worse fate than death
i.e. gulag archipelago
feebly decrying, lamenting,
lamely pleading against
bleak unfair in apropos
sentence never granted furlough
never to witness celestial amarillo
beatific, cathartic, fantastic...,
nor chase gold pot end of rainbow
all pleasant dreams, I must forego
seek neither fame nor glory hobo
content whiling away (Billy me)
idolized time solitary Homo
sapien re: me tortured afterlife
enslaved forever guilty "fake" pharaoh
moans... suddenly joyous tears flow
aforementioned psychedelic mashup
figment of imagination - psycho
illogical gallimaufry, hallucinatory,
and illusory expo
attempt lame analogy how I wallow,
when setting sail
to launch crafted poe
whim, whereby invisible
battle scars attest
successful amphibious ambition
inundated battling lightspeed tempo
competing ideas exhaust
thus, I seek comfort of
soft cloud like pillow!
Within the shard of dreams, we wander, with the wing of time,
Penetrated by the mystery and alchemy of existence,
The glitter of a lone star pierces through the darkness,
For us both, steering us through a clear sky.
Our resolve lies in manipulating with our hands the immaterial quill of fate,
Declaring our yearning in a whispered dream,
Waiting, impatient and hopeful, in the space between infinite and finite,
Come, let us embrace the moment descending into our world drowned in desire and sigh.
Beside shadows, we run towards the future, hand in hand,
But they evaporate at the first flicker of divine light,
Born again, in our hearts, in the light of first love,
Like a wondrous flower from the ashes of substantial epochs.
Thus, our destiny is like a divine four-leaf clover,
No matter how it bombards us with trials and wars,
We are interconnected, we two, like divine flora and the ground,
You, the ethereal woman, and I, the man of the earth.
I, and the shadow bearing your likeness and soul,
Guardians of sleep under the same mystical moon,
Our steps upon nature's bedding,
Imprinting the scent of acacia and lilac into hearts and memories.
I let your shadow pass through the gate towards the cosmos, on a free stroll,
And I will sing to you under the canopy of stars,
Asking for divine brilliance to transform your shadow into a ray of light,
To illuminate my joyful quest in the morning when I find you again.
With twin rainbows and a treasure of gems,
I will open my arms, ready to receive you,
I will no longer allow you to be lost on the tangled paths of guidance absence,
The inflamed love that binds us will conquer new heights and will open new gates.
I have awakened to an odd sort of place
A room unfamiliar, extravagant, and lace
A bed so grand and remarkably soft
A floor of wood and pictures aloft
A heavenly sent bombards my senses
My guard is down exposed defenses
Another beside me stirs about
Shocking me slightly to force a roust
From under the blankets emerges a pup
A handful at most no bigger than a cup
Back in bed I wrestle the stranger
Bellowing loudly devoid of danger
All at once a jolt brings me back
A cane to the face a large “Thwack”
My eyes strain through the new found tears
Returning my attention to all my old fears
I am back in the orphanage with the other kids
With ragged old cloths and bruised eyelids
Drifting back to sleep, I want to dream again
Of the grand ol’ room and pup my friend.
Form:
Yellow leaves fall
Harsh humid heat;
Earth gathers debris
~~~~~~~~~
Time runs away
Space now bereft;
A change of heart
~~~~~~~~~
Empty space
Nothing much here;
Going away present
~~~~~~~~~
Odd couple here
East meets West;
Lovely colours
~~~~~~~~~
Old lady sells
Daily newspapers;
Sidewalk news sermon
~~~~~~~~~
Humid hot day
Fiery sun bombards;
SPF29 still tans
~~~~~~~~~
Morning crystal ball
Mirror exposure;
Wrinkles and grey hair
~~~~~~~~~
Earthquake tremors
Nepalese tragedy;
So many deaths
~~~~~~~~~
Sense deep loss
Houses collapsing;
Hard times overwhelm
~~~~~~~~~
Tears and pain
Sorry affairs;
Disaster recovery
~~~~~~~~~
Poise styles
Heavy hearts mourn;
News highlights tell
~~~~~~~~~
Crimson colours
A red sun burns;
Rain dilutes blaze
~~~~~~~~~
Young lady walks
Brown poodle;
Shoes on canine feet
~~~~~~~~~
Just fancy that:
Bad reviews *****;
Footsteps retreat
~~~~~~~~~
Breezy dandelions
Cottony seeds fly;
Swirling sensations
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
17 May 2015
Singapore
What has no hands but grip
Tight and squeezes out your courage?
What whispers warnings in your Ear and makes you lose all sanity?
What has no fangs yet bites down Hard and causes bravery to bleed?
What has no from yet invades your dreams at night and Bombards your sleep?
What cannot feel anything yet never stop to reap?
What tells you it cannot be done yet can’t bear any burden?
What catches you throughout your life notwithstanding its delicate trap?
What keeps you on your knees and faith, prisoner, victim, slave?
What only squeezes it scold grip moments before the grave?
What wastes a life and feels remorse, anguish, grief, and concern?
What suppresses your desire all life long, then makes you long for more?
What has no blade yet does kill you and consumes you in your hallucinations that’s just your dismay?
2. "over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar ... Samual Taylor Coleridge
Wailing wind amid strongest ocean storm
Night falls swiftly on tumultuous scene
Sailors aware for they have been well-warned
This is their reality not a dream.
Through long hours before sun ordains to rise
Neptune's wrath bombards with no sign of grace
Mariners strong, elements they defy
Lighthouse aids battle and fear is erased.
As ocean's tantrum slowly does abate
Sunrise breaks through the darkest of dark night
Yet, sailors' love of ocean 'tis innate
Phlegmatic, fearless men removed from fright.
Desolate clown's
traveling train
tours famed cities
onto quaint towns.
He mimicks glee
for his ousted
heart's sutures
are dismissive
frowns.
Balloon twisting's
what he knows--
cause joggeling act
makes kids mope;
And sparking globe-nose
bombards
the Top's bleachers
with plumes
of blinding smoke.
His onesie sports
ink-stains for color;
And oily-face
with white base
sweating turns
cream-soupy butter;
Shoved and ridiculed
by crowds-even peers,
cause he studders.
His Mass Bay clown
soles have holes--
with grimy socks,
torn by nails and corns.
Grey's his story--
when a caboose's
the only corner
where he
can call home.
He'll tumbling fall
to gain their laughs-
cringing weeps
in silence--
from prying eyes.
The show must go on--
cause he's a star;
Like his forefathers
before him-since then past on.
The last of me is drowning deep in agony
A packaged denied arrest paints a felony
Isn't it crazily funny?
We live together in harmony
Whereas urgent attention couldn't rescue the saga
From this skillful kneel aga
Whose Morales go gaga
And on my neck built the ancient Braga
I can't breathe; the gods are near at reach
"Welcome home" is the sermon they preach
What if I have bleached?
May be they could have listened while I beseech.
I don't want to let go of this in precious denial
Together we once trade the temple's aisle
And for them, i've abandoned my lisle
After all, it turns out to be a mistrial
Anxiety engulfed my inner humble thought that solemnly swears
How blindly I have long errs!
Everyone is good for another pairs
But of a truth, the world despairs
Depression curse hangs over waiting others' course
To savage more lives we will still endorse
Cos we are afraid to attack the source
Aren't we capable of their divorce?
Miss you dearly mum in my cold-blooded breathe
How lonely you have to seethe!
The world recorded new murder style to sheathe
Panting like babies stooling to teethe
Worry of me if we are equal and okay
But the love you taught you betray
If religion doesn't lead people astray,
What could have racism conveyed?
Just because my needs are in your field
For nothing thy laws are repealed
Yet other countries see it well wield
Where chance is given not be appealed
Sometimes I thought religion had healed the world
But people practicing keep hurling
And the goods refuse to be unfurled
Meanwhile, with pleasure, we keep whirling
You brought it for peace
And tease us off our gods' guards
It would be worse that breath cease for love in guise
The love of which thy land egocentrically bombards
Fear is draining down the throat and my teeth clasp
This would not be more dangerous than the asp
And to my final gasp
Is for you a hopeful promotional handclasp
The thoughts of her tear my soul a p a r t
A conceptual mortar bombards my thought plain
Could it be true? Could I produce something real?
Something tangible, other than an abstract idea
floating on paper or in my mind?
But, I didn’t even try! I did not try to play God!
God made her, not me…
She is too perfect
my other work all so bland,
It is too strange to be true…
I didn’t know I possessed the talent to produce grace or beauty
I must have plagiarized a better artist’s work.
Yet, her copyright bears my trademark.
I am no Architect of Man….
You must have came from angels.
I am at most a prophet, I suppose.
The work of God, its decided.
When she grows, I will tell her
Of her divine heritage…
Abominable barrage bombards
fortified barracks show
warring subsequently, incandescently,
and brilliantly doth glow
biden time, this
garden variety Joe Schmoe
hunkers down deep
within arched bunker poe
wet tickly donning
pence sieve stance against row
battery weathering incessant assault
invariably waiting for Godot,
albeit devout atheist doubting Thomas
suffers major blow
wavering, vacillating, undulating...
ominous foreboding,
viz more'n one circling crow
decries status ranking sincerely
truly posthumous hero
reconnaissance delivers...
yup absolute zero
looming dark shadow
futile against inconsolable sorrow
anonymous bookish deadened
erstwhile febrile fellow
good as gone, cuz yours truly...
fresh outta ammo
resigned killed in action
another unmarked grave
housing lovely bones
courtesy contemplative bro
charred body foretells, know,
and promises not one daisy will grow
despite fervent obeisance
soul fully do I futilely bellow
worse fate than death
i.e. gulag archipelago
feebly decrying, lamenting,
lamely pleading against
bleak unfair in apropos
sentence never granted furlough
never to witness celestial amarillo
beatific, cathartic, fantastic...,
nor chase gold pot end of rainbow
all pleasant dreams, I must forego
seek neither fame nor glory hobo
content whiling away (Billy me)
idolized time solitary Homo
sapien re: me tortured afterlife
enslaved forever guilty "fake" pharaoh
moans... suddenly joyous tears flow
aforementioned psychedelic mashup
figment of imagination - psycho
illogical gallimaufry, hallucinatory,
and illusory expo
attempt lame analogy how I wallow,
when setting sail
to launch crafted poe
whim, whereby invisible
battle scars attest
successful amphibious ambition
inundated battling lightspeed tempo
competing ideas exhaust
thus, I seek comfort of
soft cloud like pillow!