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Dear busy bee
What do you see?
Saturday tale
Moments to nail
Flowers to stake
Honey to make
Early to rise
Nectar surprise
Start with swift zest
On a sure quest
Now just like you
Got lots to do
Moments find me
Busy you see
Do things to please
Act on new lease
Fling simple cheer
Let love spark clear
This and that way
Manage role play
Each act succeeds
Frenzy that feeds
It's funny though
Brisk moments glow
No time for grief
For time feels brief
My To-Do List
Frames daily gist
Verses I write
A daily rite
Day after day
I stop to pray
A deeper sense
Marks present tense
Pray that I see
Spirit that frees
Happy lives here
To bring fond cheer
Magic finds me
Sanguine yet free
There is a way
In hidden play
Seek psalm and song
That lingers long
Leon Enriquez
26 July 2014
Singapore
Life, it ends.
that is the absolute truth about life.
we cannot change it, ever!
scientists may dream and claim otherwise!
but it will and should always end!
the sum total of it therefore remains zero!
it starts from and ends as zero!
do all you can between the two!
the sum total is still zero!
have you counted all you have gained?
have you ensured inheritance?
do you know the many who have done exactly the same
before you?
do you know their names?
well our names will be added to theirs.
I never stop to read the names on tombstones!
it is a memory of people who loved!
life is that brief flash of conscious awareness,
between the reality of non-existence!
only for us to learn that
we are but part of this unending universe!
Call it God, or whatever you like!
That is only a belief!
Use your awareness to appreciate the
creation we are part of!
Do not waste it in combative hatred,
or in pursuit of things that have no value!
The value of the most precious gem is zero!
the only thing of value, is the next breath,
and the moment that follows!
Everything else is an interminable, infinite zero!
zero multiplied by zero only begets zero!
Learn to respect life, all lives, all forms!
respect the nonliving forms in nature too!
because we come from them and go back to them!
Amen!
Written 21/10/2023
Life poetry contest!
Robert James Ligouri sponsored
I did not count the syllables!
But the sum total should be zero!
O Glorious and Wise Empire of the East
Slaughtered by cold winter’s wrath and the azure dragon
For this world had no place to lay your gentle head
Your monasteries of light now some mists of black soot
Your masterful art now mere fragments burned by flames
Your songs to the sun and moon now dead whisps of the wind
Your glory was a brief shooting star in the night
You were a holy mountain, with rivers flowing
Rivers with elect sailing to the four ends of the world
Where trees and flowers sang songs of liberation
With your horses’ galloping being the sweet tune of life
Whispers of your bravery and wisdom still resound today
Your treasure, in the dragon’s nest, waiting to shine again
May another white shooting star enlighten the world again
O you Sovereign and Glorious Empire of the East
For a relatively brief period in their lives,
they touched base with luxuries that they could
ill afford; with culture unallowed by both desire
and time. Their days were spent committing crimes
that fed their addiction to drugs. But at a rehab
center, they were reintroduced to some of the finer
things of life.
Teachings of Christ were at the heart and center of their
belief system and the hallmark of their program. Moreover,
there were other venues of culture that greatly aided in
their success. Among them was The Zoo.
Into their lives came the Museum of Science and Industry.
There, they could experience being connected to a reality
that improved rather than destroyed civilization. There,
perhaps they would connect to a challenge, a vision that
could assist in changing their lives. Such visits by them
must have been amazingly interesting and arresting;
enabling them to capture a fresh view of human ingenuity.
A new and broader view of the real world was also presented
to them by way of the Planetarium. Awesome observations of
the vast universe so unlike the average American city that
had limited their drug-infested lives. There was so much 'out
there' yet to be explored; so much 'in them' yet to be tapped.
The Zoo was another favorite place to go. Was it simply
a place to observe animals, or was there so much more
to be discovered? There was a golden opportunity to
reevaluate the use of cages, fences, barriers, and
partitions. Perhaps an ex-felon would conclude that
crime does not pay and that freedom is priceless.
I cannot be certain, but I suspect that the men
taken to such venues, especially the zoo, came
away with a greater appreciation for the good life.
One cannot help but realize the value of having
the wild in captivity, and at the same time acknowledge
that every living creature deserves and demands freedom.
051223PSCtest. Constance La France
Writing Challenge - 'Z' Words
Word Choice: Zoo
The lilacs have come and gone, so brief was their time,
fragile flowers like some, who seldom linger long,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime.
Full heart-shaped clusters pump perfume so sublime
a gift from heaven, mother nature can't prolong,
the lilac has come and gone, so brief was their time.
Harvest home to birthing butterflies in sunny climes
brought low by the battering rain of May’s swan song,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime.
Unmated, virginal, a merry gift, most sacred in its prime
a rust red blight upon the cloth, a crown of thorns once gone,
the lilacs have come and gone so brief was their time.
Let shoots reform and hollowed make a flute to pass time
to cheer our mother merry and sooth the wearied throng,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime
Like they, we spring forth, summer, fall and wintertime
may our seed justly arise in the beauty of heart song,
The lilacs have come and gone so brief was their time,
their purple prominence a pantomime of our springtime
When spring is like the dawning sun
through frosted panes anticipate
the morning after winter's done.
In vernal womb where life's begun
the anxious babes of summer wait
when spring is like the dawning sun.
Another lace of frost is spun,
the doily art, so brief, abates
the morning after winter's done.
So weary of cold winter fun
and melting paths of ski and skate
when spring is like the dawning sun.
Then off to blossom's orchards run
to challenge life while tempting fate!
The morning after winter's done.
We sip rewards, a race now won -
a yellow hug of warmth awaits,
when spring is like the dawning sun
the morning after winter's done.
Guilt is immortal
Grief can live only in the tender hours,
in the sweet bittersweet tender days -
the days who number some number
unknown to all, felt by each...
If guilt makes its home where
seeds of grief are sown by circumstance,
watered by the downpour tears of the broken,
lit by shadow at the feet of those missing the missing,
will grief ever come to fruit?
No.
If guilt must grow.
(And only if.)
Let it be put off.
A hole in the canopy
letting light find the darkened forest floor.
There where rot rises and decay undoes all doing.
Here in the dappled understory each story comes to rest (at best.)
Here in the dappled understory where the rich soil flowers only in mushroom.
This is the onlywhere where grief can grow.
Grief takes root, takes hold, takes it torn form in only the brief.
Guilt is the mind displacing the work that each heart must do.
The brief needs of grief arise where and when the head might, of habit, of its own twisted comfort, displace the heartneeds with mindwants and revel in guilt.
Grief needs.
This.
Grief needs.
You.
Grief needs.
Now.
Will we not have Grief have its time, in its time?
It’s place, in its place?
In the light of the dark?
-ShhDragon
April fools' day - (ordinarily) all manner of tomfoolery abounds
(written last year
unlike any other
when out of this world
outlandish accouterments
people did wear
hermetically sealed
of even faintest tear
to avoid contamination
against coronavirus
when wing and prayer
soul saving amazing grace).
Pandemic straps tightly plied girded beltway
unlike any other All fools day
in annals of recorded ("fake") history
western civilization tapestry doth fray
April first two thousand and twenty one
neigh, no time for horseplay
what with coronavirus (COVID-19)
boarded ship of jilted fools
(think *****sapiens)
barred courtesy omnipotent jackstay
furloughed workers analogous
grumpy minions lay
dwarfed by unfortunate global events, née...
germinating, jackknifing, and wreaking havoc
Mother Earth nonchalantly toying
(indiscriminately) regarding humanity
as bestrewing bajillion biohazards berserkly
bequeathing bedlam child's play
just desserts, she doth understandably repay
man/womankind flicked as flotsam and jetsam
vile treatment diabolically heaped,
jubilantly loosed, maniacally pitched
upon her terrestrial firma oy vey
she chokes, gags, laughs raspily yea
rebuffs, refuses, and renounces further abuse.
Nevertheless toothless gumption, albeit feeble
fighting spirit, her survival instincts assail
cumulative environmental destruction
triggered casus belli expelling deadly toxins,
when Gaia doth exhale
since onset of global interregnum
(think virulent spreading poisonous Kudzu
like wildfire biohazard)
since world wide webbed disease
brought grinding halt
consumerist paradigm in lockdown,
nonetheless within brief interim
noticeable clearer air to inhale
amazingly enough postal system...
intact voila... uninterrupted delivery of mail,
the daily highlight experienced
among people emotionally crippled
pasty faced and pale
finds quivering Captain Kangaroo
plus good n plenti proud primates
each dancing and quivering
like a captive quail.
The choice to stop was mine.
The addiction itself was a different story.
Doctors don't write prescriptions for this kind of stuff.
The cold sweats associated with anger.
The beginning is the hardest part.
Admitting temptation.
I was addicted.
The situation had ended but I kept obsessing.
Knowingly risking health.
The way you feel, the way you taste.
I couldn't afford to lose you as well as myself in the process.
Properly insuring another substance for another.
The cost of Medicare.
It was my decision, my choice.
Your voice a constant peer pressure of finding bliss.
If only for a minute.
At some point I ignored my own voice.
Reaching for you again.
I acknowledge that it was my responsibility.
Blaming everything around me, even you.
In this brief moment, common sense wasn't so common.
Not anymore.
Forgetting that actions have consequences.
For every second I ignore you.
You whine, you cry.
Becoming my chronic illness.
The enabler to what ever complaint.
It's hard to quit.
Finding every excuse except the right one.
She was the highway.
I was the traveler.
Weary in search of exit.
This road becoming longer and longer.
The lights becoming more and more distant.
Each exit in-between stops having fewer establishments.
Additional signs appearing with more temptation.
The cold sweats are back, this anxiousness to reach for something that I know isn't there.
This addiction to hold you, crave you, taste you.
This urge to love you as much as I did.
This persistent itch that I can't live without you.
Doctors don't write prescriptions for this kind of stuff.
The warning labels causing more harm than good.
Reminiscing on times that I shouldn't.
The choice to stop was mine.
To love someone that doesn't love you back
I sat alone on break, the store was empty, not too many customers around to eat, suddenly my lunch was interrupted by a tall kind talkative young man, asked me politely if he could join me shyly she replied yes in her quiet voice..
Bring she had never met another guy, I was quiet, my eyes focused on my food, he was the one who inicated the conversation, asked me where I lived, it turned out not too far from where he drives to and from work.
Something was different about this guy, he was a strong believer in faith, he loved sports, I suddenly relaxed, enjoyed our brief conversation, time for me to get back to work.
He asked if he could keep in touch with me, I said yes after work, he offered to drive me home what was I thinking? I sat so close to the door, I would have been a goner if he had taken a turn too sharp.
He pulled up to my house, a true gentleman he was, I could tell he was raised right, he turned off the engine, we sat in silence for awhile, he asked if I liked music, he found a song which was a Christian faith, he gently reached for my hand, slowly I grasped it, I felt like all my worries, stresses melted away, time slipped away from us as two hours later, I said goodnight and exited his car.
I walked slowly to my apartment, feeling as if I just met the man whom I knew saved my life, I knew we’d end up together, many more dates a car crash, a retreat, meeting his family, thirty three years later, two kids, getting confirmed in a Catholic Church, who knew a simple lunch break at Wendy’s would last thus long?
I only have one person to thank, my mighty loving Savior Jesus, for He was guiding me the whole time, God has blessed us both, many times over, in life you never know who may come to your rescue..