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Softly murmuring, the river’s raspy voice
Settles my soul with its rumbling choice,
Rustling quietly beneath a glowing moon,
Splattered by the sound of the river’s rejoice
Light trickles from stars who’re strewn
Across flirty skies where dreamers swoon,
Leaving the heart full, moaning its needs,
While witnesses tell tales much like cartoons
Roaring rapids reveal what the mind reads,
In stories of crashing winds with its dark deeds,
While the river gulps and hiccups on its course,
Promising to bring us its astounding proceeds.
Waters boom and belch, such a mighty force,
Revealing God’s strength, the only true source,
Mighty waters rip out a path like a racehorse,
One that most gamblers would surely indorse.
Here with fond wit
Opt cheer to fit
Move joy's fine bits
Etch a true style
Apt that grand smile
Thrill sparks worthwhile
Make time for space
Ink words of grace
Dream syncs this place
Treat works that tell
Old touch greets spell
Wise worth glimpse well
Now and here note
Peace brings warm tote
Ends meet brisk vote
Near and far see
Taste what will be
Heart knows mind's spree
One by one sense
Urge grows sure tense
Spruce up suspense
Easy feel knows
Mind reads deep flow
Yields thus may show
Signs flavour nice
Keep fragrant spice
Embrace good vice
Taste that pure dream
Choice and poise stream
Heart knows sure cream
Boom here fond grace
Oil in smooth trace
Old and new face
Keep lavish store
Ink words plus more
Dance from stern core
Embrace fond gist
Apt that short list
Sure feel persist
Note here and now
Opt love's endow
Work why and how
Leon Enriquez
01 June 2019
Singapore
A wandering alien I meander in wonder
Traversing the earth, sky and the sea.
This neo-globe in quick metamorphosis
While in continual circulation
With all of her civility and merchandise
And appurtenances of modernity;
Complexity has transcend
The simplicity of an era and
‘Tis everything has become new:
The huge metallic cacophonous bird,
The neurotic box that outwit the brain
To exceed the axis and compact the universe…
But i wonder still of these invent
To calm the wave and to seal the sky
With all of the kismet of flood,
Storm, earthquake and tsunami!
The dragon had long become a myth
To reborn the surge of rocket boom.
The cackling metal stick inbuilt with death
And the miniature ‘tom to turn the city into ash.
I see a gigantic whale propelled within stomach,
Slosh through surface and beneath the ocean
Thwarting the tumbling wave and serenity below.
There is the polished Everest Mountain to live,
The worker model reacting to button;
The fast metal snake reacting to charge
And the transplantation of Organs….
Man has create a world of wonder
And still I meander for essence and repose!
Great wit and profound ingenuity
Have now surpassed the strength to till
And eyes set on screen and pages
Have undermined the Wisdom of Solomon….
But what pertains to the invent of contentment
With anxiety, frustration and desperation?
Merchants have dawn the mint for barter
And the opportune capitalist is fortunate
With all the communal fortune and as
Titles and honours have excused a name
While prevail the awful distress about
Destitution, sickness, hunger and death
And corruption….? These conundrums…
Still a wanderer, I meander in wonder!
I was sent to depict the mist, that wears this present days
I should have foresaw the doom, and should have my wings kept
a messenger needs a beam my bullseye's needs a lit
Please let love lead
My bullseye flashes gloom
Cos' the night shade rains on me
I should have my eyesight boom
The moon to savour me beam
Please let love lead
I should have caressed the stars
To show me my tomorrow
then when my message is passed
I would no longer wonder in this narrow
Please let love lead
In this shadow
I breath so narrow
My wings like dazzle wallow
I can only feel am in a gallow
a messenger need no dim
Please let love lead
So why don't I leave this sallow
I soar high in the middle of no where
It all feels here like deep burrow
My back hind feathers soon wears
Please let love lead
am Middling middle no where
my message caught up with me the air
My bulls-eyes needs a beam
if the message is to be filmed
A messenger needs a beam
Please let love lead
Love is colour red
Blood is colour red
Though skins has many colours
6/25/2020
Night Sky Shivers In the Distance
A storm is brewing, excitement coursing through
Who would think calm blue water storm would brew
Calm silence lull before the storm graphite sky
Far away dark haunting canvas slowly creeps by
Sweeping in a heart of darkness, ripping lightning
forking silently then roaring boom without warning
Wind revolves in the sky and sings as Mother Nature’s rave
breath of howling wind blows, churning swells of waves
Torrent rain cascades down as nature proudly braves
whipping insane waves as it tries to make its grave
Cocooned safely in its chalky painted heavy brick walls
waiting to flood through any crack no matter how small
Sentinel‘s ascending numerous spiral steps, veers
beacon casting its beam of light an aid to seafarers
4/18/2016
After the spring rain, the air's scent
Is like a sweet perfume
The essence of Wisteria
An aroma gone too soon
The clouds darken all becomes still
Quiet is deafening
Then boom lightning bolt flashes
A gentle rain dripping
The air is fresh, sweet, renewed
Cleansed of every stale scent
Like a new baby's presence
Rain 'pon summer day sent
Weeks without a fall cleansing rain
Dust and pollen flourish
Dry heavy stale air floats around
Plants need rain to nourish
Then a gentle rain starts to fall
A sweet aroma swirls
All God's creatures are quiet~ still
Fragrance of rain God's pearls
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest: Fragrance of Rain
Poet: Sara Kendrick
Written: November 16, 2013
Form:A type of Poulter's Measure/ 8,6,8,6 with rhyme on the 6
It was sunday afternoon,
we were in the living room.
When in walked my big sister
and my whole world just went Boom!
She announced that she was pregnant!
Yes in the family way!
I was lost for words,
not a thing to say.
My Mother she went mad,
so did Dad as well,
the words that they both said,
i cant repeat or tell.
My brother he just laughed,
( I think he needs to grow. )
But then he is the youngest
and doesn"t really know!
My Sister she just cried,
yes cried and sobbed and wept,
and then on my Mothers lap,
eventually she slept!
My Mother looked at Dad,
Dad looked at the floor,
i glanced up at my brother
as he headed out the door.
The silence in that room,
was the worst i"d ever hear.
I looked at Mum and Dad,
felt the pressure and the fear!
Up the stairs went thumping,
and my brother reached his room.
We could hear him on his mobile,
relating doom and gloom.
Then we heard him laughing,
i thought " His head will roll!"
You"d think he"d know by now,
to take some Mirth Control!
I decorate a grotto for you, Mama
where orchids and holy images
embellish this special place and day,
that saintly icons guard you there
as if they beg me to be released
from years of guilty devotion…
Yet I polish their laced clothes;
then end the night waiting
for wind chimes to knell,’ Magnificat.’
Scenes from younger days resound,
while you, Mama, gift me with love and hate
flickering through my confused mind :
And sharpened bells ring in my ears;
the gong of your voice banging
across the hall... yet I still recall,
mouth so tender, droning lullabies
in the soft of window sills, ‘Magnificat’…
How can I reconcile quietude and boom,
when the little girl in me longs for your timber
here beside this special place--
till holy statues listen to my own chimes
and finally, understand this adoration.
I Cannot Believe I Wrote That Poetry
For Nina Parmenter
Written 8/1/2015 Re-post 12/5/2018
Ignorance.
It’s not a lack of knowledge.
Ignorance is the act of ignoring.
It is the denial of Truth, the setting aside of practicality, and the excusing oneself from living.
Ignorance is the favorite child of the ignominious and the ignoble.
It speaks volumes about our commitment to hard work (we don’t have one!)
Ignorance is the running aground of a perfectly good ship, that was going somewhere, because we can’t bear the strain of pulling in the sheets*, of steering the rudder, of ducking the boom.
It runs out of excuses early.
Ignorance is telling Hans Mellqvist ‘no’, when he needs help, and there is nobody else but me.
Yah, IGNORANCE!
It is all about me, and none about you.
Ignorance. The Height of Selfishness.
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* the sheets – lines, used in sailing, to control the movable corners of a sail
Man's conceit overrides the shame,
of endangered species dying.
And refusing to accept blame,
He denies His lack of trying.
Vast migrating herds have been culled,
due to the population boom.
And those numbers are unequaled,
their deaths justified, to make room.
Small countries with limited space,
burn forests so cattle can feed.
And spreading at a frantic pace,
enormous profits, finance greed.
Zoos are a fruitless endeavor,
yet it doesn't matter much, it seems.
For once lost, life's lost forever,
and Nature gets consigned to dreams.
With Man's use of both ax and gun,
Death is steadily encroaching.
And insane wars that can't be won,
ensure: His end's fast approaching.