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HE KNEADED MORE
SHE WAS THOUGHTFUL: THINKING
AND DELIVERING WHAT SHE SAID
WAS THE CHIVOLOGY OF MINCE
WORDS TO DECRIBE THE
SWEETNESS
THE INTISIPATION OF
BEING PLEASED
SUM WON, WHO LARD ME
SUM WON, WHO KNEAD ME
SUM WON : WHO CARES,
SHARE YOUR SWEETNES,
IN THE THOUGHTFULNESS OF LOVE.
THE CONSIDERATION OF BEING LOVED,
APPRECATED AND CARED FOR.
SHE SAID SHE HALF SUM-WON,
SUM-WON WHO
LARDS SWEETNESS.
SUM-WON WHO OMLEETES ME
BE MYSELF.
SUM-WON THAT SWEETEN'S MY HONEY!
I DOUGH FEEL NO WHEY
UNLOVED, MY LARD I AM LOVE.
THE SWEETNESS OF THE NECTAR, WHICH
KNEAD ME.
DOUGH YOU FEEL SORRY FOR ME!
MY BREADS ARE THE DOUGHS OF
TOMMORROW!
AH SOUPPA-STAR MONGEST THESE
RIPENED PEARS.
AKE, MAN!
THE BUTTON MUSHROOMS:
THESE FUNGUS' ARE FIRM
AND RIPE! I HAM ONION
FOR THE MEAT, BRINED FOR IT'S
DELISICOUSNESS!
She bragged about
Enjoying the embarrassment
Of being rich
She spoke of
Opportunities
That were available
To her thru those
Trends that complimented
What she already knew
And wasn't nervous
About doing
Her strengths were
The Reas n she bragged.
Her weaknesses came from
Those fears she kept hidden
Treasures the shame of
Wealth
Those who long for my
Attention are unattractive
And poor
There needs my ability to
Exploit?
Or might I provide service
To help those who need it.
Violino di Capra
The shoulders or
Hindleggs of
The goat shall
Be brined in
Wine, salts, sugars, honey
Cayenne, garlic, onion
Celery's and peppers
Rosemary, thyme, bay leaves
And the rest of citruses
Perched to cure
The Gods and Goddess
Of gossip minds you.
She bragged about
Enjoying the embarrassment
Of being rich
She spoke of
Opportunities
That were available
To her thru those
Trends that complimented
What she already knew
And wasn't nervous
About doing
Her strengths were
The Reas n she bragged.
Her weaknesses came from
Those fears she kept hidden
Treasures the shame of
Wealth
Those who long for my
Attention are unattractive
And poor
There needs my ability to
Exploit?
Or might I provide service
To help those who need it.
Violino di Capra
The shoulders or
Hindleggs of
The goat shall
Be brined in
Wine, salts, sugars, honey
Cayenne, garlic, onion
Celery's and peppers
Rosemary, thyme, bay leaves
And the rest of citruses
Perched to cure
The Gods and Goddess
Of gossip minds you.
The maple leaf of autumn is now crisp crimson,
shortly ere sun-bronzed skin simmered lumened
I indulge with the saddened left behind to wither,
these not listful ears awaiting beckoning me hither
Hours freeze, minutes in tow, the world halts,
when pains chronic symptoms claim free of faults
Suspended in time lingering in liminal limbo,
indefinite neglect being its sanctified symbol
Decline is a beginning I politely pick up the pieces,
within my confines the endless summer ceases
As a recurring familiarity in the distant breaches
shadows sweep at dusk attaching as leeches,
feeding on a sueded soul, voiding bruised veins,
hallow numbness in my chest is all that remains
Love weeps salt tears brined with both joy and sorrow,
fasting with false hopes macerating raw tomorrows
Ache tests how much weight my heart can hold,
I’d glide into the dolostone matrix, I’d break the mold
What is shared binds two souls along with betrayal,
and only feeds this fervor, savior this is where I fail
Arrows dart freeing these eyes of debited desire,
through a heart, a flame that had once felt fire,
suffering knows that I and I only hold love blame,
at a time when two accomplices felt the same
A brief breeze during a feverish Roman August
foolish pride thwarted lost, what won, writhes lust,
whys are worn, days don’t pass, nights don’t end
Sextilis its name should’ve kept, allotting to transcend,
moods madness ‘neath moon’s tortuous tattletale’s
of September’s blighted face flurrying gust strewn gales
I now stand in a place of my own crowned in pearled onyx,
reborn upon the highest thrown, I drink fortitude’s tonic,
'till September’s sapphire emanates from melancholia,
here you come again, shattered dreams laden with insomnia
Rattled into action,
I’m no damsel in a tower.
I’m Sleeping Beauty, grown—
not rescued,
just rested.
Wrapped in gratitude,
a quiet kiss waiting.
So I crush every mistake,
every “no,”
every moment I felt less than—
they were the broth
that brined my spine,
seasoned my soul.
I do not recount sorrows
steeped in regret.
I do not carve my psyche
with clever metaphors.
I do not dance
through the dust of broken dreams.
I bask
in the brilliance buried
beneath defeat.
Not lost.
Only redemption.
I sip from the same scorched cup—
the bitterness now dulled,
the burn made warm.
I steep old wounds in truth,
brew them into wisdom.
Every ache a root
pushing me into new life.
Every silence
a seed I didn’t know I’d planted.
The knowing always strikes first—
a hush pierced by sirens,
pulse breaking in the bones,
a hunger without a name,
a reaching
for something that does not yet exist.
Even the thorns I cursed—
named after lovers
I mistook for home—
became compass needles,
pointing me back to myself.
I do not recount sorrows steeped in regret.
I do not carve my psyche with metaphors.
I do not waltz through wreckage.
I bask—
in the hush after heartbreak,
in the shimmer beneath scars,
in the beauty that bloomed
when everything broke.
Not lost.
Not ruined.
Only—
becoming.
And still,
I bask.
She bragged about
Enjoying the embarrassment
Of being rich
She spoke of
Opportunities
That were available
To her thru those
Trends that complimented
What she already knew
And wasn't nervous
About doing
Her strengths were
The Reas n she bragged.
Her weaknesses came from
Those fears she kept hidden
Treasures the shame of
Wealth
Those who long for my
Attention are unattractive
And poor
There needs my ability to
Exploit?
Or might I provide service
To help those who need it.
Violino di Capra
The shoulders or
Hindleggs of
The hogs shall
Be brined in
Wine, salts, sugars, honey
Cayenne, garlic, onion
Celery's and peppers
Rosemary, thyme, bay leaves
And the rest of citruses
Perched to cure
The Gods and Goddess
Of gossip minds you.
Blackberry bushes barricade the background
of your immature stature.
Braided chestnut hair rests gently
on weakly shoulders
as your hazel eyes beam a child's rippling wonder.
Bee-glazed berry juice permeates your smiling cheeks.
The taste streams alive as I gaze upon you
with your burgundy splashed denim jumper,
which belongs in an art museum,
but remains in my heart.
Your quarter full pail fills with sunshine brined time.
In search of the best, you request my help
to reach the hierarchy of treats,
those that brush the sun's ripening wonder first.
A perfumery of sweet harvest freshness
tickles my nasal cavity with nostalgia.
Your imprinting hand hugs mine as
my prime pickings are exchanged for smiles.
I can almost hear your laughter,
scattering impulsively throughout my longing.
In this photograph, for only a moment,
I can almost bring you back.
2/25/2020
My heart knows
How love feels,
A warm glow
Syncs clear thrill.
My soul dwells
On wise hint,
A touch tells
How love mints
My mind crafts
A clear lot,
Words I draft
Via strange thought.
My verse art
Tells of zest,
Soul and heart
Prompt mind fest.
My mood swings
Hurl fresh lines,
The muse brings
Rhymes well-brined!
Darkness clears:
New day arts,
Dawn light cheers
A fresh start.
Blessings come
As love moves,
Light now sums
Such fine grooves.
Merge wordplay
With deep sight,
Pictures stay
In still light.
Leon Enriquez
25 December 2017
Singapore
She bragged about
Enjoying the embarrassment
Of being rich
She spoke of
Opportunities
That were available
To her thru those
Trends that complimented
What she already knew
And wasn't nervous
About doing
Her strengths were
The Reas n she bragged.
Her weaknesses came from
Those fears she kept hidden
Treasures the shame of
Wealth
Those who long for my
Attention are unattractive
And poor
There needs my ability to
Exploit?
Or might I provide service
To help those who need it.
Violino di Capra
The shoulders or
Hindleggs of
The goat shall
Be brined in
Wine, salts, sugars, honey
Cayenne, garlic, onion
Celery's and peppers
Rosemary, thyme, bay leaves
And the rest of citruses
Perched to cure
The Gods and Goddess
Of gossip minds you.
Ring-bound journal waiting fond writes;
Feel warm thermal as words now cite.
Small square box lines guide and align;
Sexy thoughts brined in sensuous signs.
Word follows word in jazzy flow;
Strange message heard in cosmic show.
Feel and spice mix as passion moves;
Verse in sure fix to fund bold grooves.
Line after line fond think sparkles;
Rhythm defines thoughts that marvel.
Inner light glows in beauty and plot;
Mind weaves and grows a thousand thoughts.
Good frames better and then hurls best;
Subject matter springs a fond quest.
A tale of verse to fit the times;
Know and observe the pulse of rhymes.
Writing lines here with touch made plain;
Soul funds fond cheer with trust that gains.
Outcomes now ooze page after page;
Feel flavours cruise stage follows stage.
Path of delight in simple feel;
Light primes fine sight with words that heal.
No need to force or pressure time;
Just flow and pause to ink new rhymes.
Sit here and wait with patient mind;
Soul wears a gait that floods sure kind.
Sync mind and heart and body-soul;
Spirit now starts to glimpse pure whole.
Leon Enriquez
24 Mar 2014
Singapore