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THE EIGHTH SILENCE
Seven times
he called me son.
Once,
he did not.
A king left his throne
and went deep inside
for a poor woman
who had only said,
“No.”
One chromosome
less—
and somewhere
a scientist was born.
At the height of being worthy,
the attraction was gone.
To see her
became more
than intercourse.
One kept seeing—
until he was in prison.
A candle flame
never knew the stainless-steel spoon.
He searches always
for his desirable thing.
The object.
The light.
The electricity.
The enormous water
held inside the dam.
Raw.
And then—
" and the birds twitter like whispering violins"
Quote by - Constance La France
the sensual soft kiss of love
drips like warm honey upon the soul
as a fragrant candle flame
dances in the silent breeze of twilight
when lovers become dreamers
and dreamers gather wishes
in the tender palm of their heart
as nightbirds sing their lover's song
and the birds twitter like whispering violins
to become a glorious symphony
in a moment of time
wrapped in a ribbon of memory
shared as a wondrous gift of wonder
where lovebirds glide on the misty horizon
two silhouettes drifting away with the twilight
5/15/23
contest Writing Challenge A Quote
sponsor Constance La France
When letters wait to pounce on a blank page,
when thoughts crowd the mind like frothing scum in a pond
I keep wondering what poetry is to me and to many
Is it not the language of the heart
with no intervention of gray matter
the unlocking of closed vaults
stirring the embers of love, hurt or pain
or giving a free rein to fancy and flying
on magic carpets to lands forlorn
Sometimes it is a glide into a sea of tranquillity
an escape from the humdrum of the world
a flash of liberation from assaults of pain
a sedative to numb the turmoil
a sanctuary for a burdened heart
a window to look at the world through
a companion when one is inconsolably alone
a candle flame in a darkening world
a cloth line to hang the dirty laundry
a water lily blooming in the pool of tears
a shelter in homelessness
sometimes it is a ladder to climb up to Heavens
an angel on wings with tidings of hope
peace in a world braced for war
Poetry, if you are all these let us fall at your feet
bless us in our art, may we splurge in fancy
and conjure up worlds from words!
Our poems may not be light houses
but could be fireflies on a starless night!
Submitted for Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
July. 25. 2022
Submitted for Marathon Mile, No.14. Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
~ Placed First~
Poem on Poetry Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Beta Agustin
Stumble across the threshold of memory.
Into places unknown or unseen.
Revealed only in deepest of sleep.
Clutching a candle flame, revelation!
A silken wax flows as flames dance…
During a restless night…
Burning into darkest corners
of deepest self
Covered in gossamer webs of thoughts
Lay little block boxes unopened, unkept.
Pose questions to a vacated crowded
Rooms of Voids EMPIRE.
Rooms within rooms of thoughts and desire.
Lay hidden objects of history.
Things of mystery.
Ornate misery.
Artifacts in motion like memories turning!
Posing in pictures with people we know, love or hate.
Odd objects of infamy,
Deeds best left undiscovered
Nothing moves, not in the light from falling flames.
Falling far far apart hitting upon nothing!
EYES gleam secretly VISIONS OF AGES.
Passing the lost dry rages,
Stumble the thoughts of ambient amber pages…
Wonder at the crumbling moments.
Of memory of feelings and used visions.
Clothed in falling light from a flame, bright!
A blur of this unseen movement
describe in a fiery flash.
Focuses the inner eye like a lens in reflex,
Touch the images
Dust takes flight like antique ghosts.
In the attic of the mind
Stumbling across the threshold
of imagery, the present, the future past.
As images freeze frames
Lit by my inner flame.
Alone candle burning bright
Stumbles the presence of memory
The cold of winter embraces
As a candle flame is held high
To light you inner mind
To find your future to discover the past
To understand the now.
And we stack little black boxes nine by nine
In the back of our mind
Picking up the pieces of scattered imagery
All dawn sharp in the fading flame
Of a candle buring out fast.
Yesterday's Flame
The candle’s flame still dances with the breeze
and casts her playful shadows on the wall
that pique imaginations with a tease
and bring back ancient memories that please,
and yet her flame’s not bright as I recall.
This once tall, slender beauty was quite chic,
in evening's dimming light she graced the room
while glowing with a certain soft mystique
that always left emotions feeling weak,
and filled my senses with her sweet perfume.
The fervent flame that left a warming glow
and captured my imagination’s dreams,
still softly burns, though not as bright a glow
that conjured ancient dreams I used to know,
and yet she still emits her gentle beams.
Today this candle doesn’t stand as tall;
her fabled slender fading figure flees
while beads of wax, like aging teardrops, fall;
though not the tapered beauty I recall,
her gentle flame still dances with the breeze.
February 20, 2024
Nights reflected by shadows on the wall
Candle flame silhouettes that rise and fall
In our hearts the fire grows even brighter
arms locked around each other ever tighter
Fervent heat of a love forged long ago
moves in rhythmic currents as warm streams flow
at streams end is our place of rendezvous
untouched by none, except for me and you
When night is over and sun starts to rise
your face I see when opening my eyes
A soft smile of contentment will I wear
knowing each night, my love, you will be there
When darkness of night transcends into morn
I wake to love, which each day seems newborn
SAME TO SAME
Yesterday my friends came.
Do you know all of them ?
No problem : Take part in game.
Excuse is lame.
Put photo in frame.
School Emblem to stich in hem.
Stones are Gem : Lustre to claim.
Root down : Up stem.
That's plant- system.
Oil of grains sesame !
Glow of candle flame.
Pets to love and tame.
Children are same, none to blame.
Good work brings fame : Bad work gets shame.
What's your aim ? What's your name ?
Middle name and Surname ? Or, pseudo name ?
King rules realm : Queen whelms.
Respect star of Bethlehem
and National Anthem.
05/25/ 23
Candle Whispers
Moths and other creatures
find peril in hovering
especially above seductive candle flame
Yet
We sentient beings
hover not
instead
keep vigil over imagined messages
awaiting the magic
the comfort of vision
As we stare
Buried passions
encouraged by flame
make sacrificial
the walls of insulation
while our fortressed barriers
forfeit protection
dissolving resistance
becoming a river of liquefied defense
We wonder
Is the flame but deception
entrapment
subtle weaponry
seducing the innocent
destroying the gullible
Or
Is it pure light
ignitable by will
extinguishable by nature
its essence of imagination
weaving a ribbon of warmth
among the unlit kindling of love
For just as the cynical enemy
bounces its cold shadows of hurt
restlessly about the wall
waving its determinant position
one's heart beats echoes of defiance
Such are the candle's iconic images
empowering the ether of life
ever simple
ever flexible
even as its waxen folds
melt into mounds of spent energy
awaiting recycled resurrection
Darkness questions
But if we listen
Flame's inner glow whispers its promise to return
“Little dancer, dance, like winged stars.” ~~Percy Bysshe Shelley ~~
You exemplify every graceful ballet dancer.
How so incredibly perfect? There is no answer.
Like a feather floating in a summer breeze.
You captivate the audience with ease.
Like a flickering candle flame, you’re on your toes.
Such strength you possess to hold that pose.
Pretty flamingo do your dance.
Using your energy and passion to enhance.
Fragile as a butterfly in flight.
Or a falling snowflake at night.
Fluid as water in a stream.
You will be the subject of my dream.
Delicate as a humming bird reaching for a flower.
In your tiny figure you have such power.
You dance the dance of love to a melodic tune.
Like dancing on shafts of light from the moon.
How swift the years have come and gone;
Aware of change, we now awake;
Sense far and near the range that dawns;
Things feel so strange yet it's not fake.
Too soon our days loiter and dash;
A sudden flood of empty dust;
Even fond play must end and crash;
Note surge of blood in ebbing lust.
Soon all must end in earthly grave;
From dust to dust our weary toil;
Abrupt this trend of blends we brave;
Death is a trust that ever spoils.
Look to each dawn to live with zest;
There is no place better than home;
Live glorious morn aware of quest;
Do fill your space with joys that roam.
Our transit here is surely brief;
Do all you can to fully live;
Sorrow greets cheer with heavy grief;
Dreams you attend, fall as you give.
Our moments then are filled with stuff;
A candle flame that burns briefly;
A fading trend not quite enough;
Forgotten name soon completely.
We come, we go and come again;
See the great law that binds our days;
So sense a glow beyond all pain;
Love wears no flaw in profound play.
Our brief summer on earthly plains,
Each to his own as discord spins;
Dear newcomer live no complaints;
Let seed be sown to harvest wins.
Leon Enriquez
09 June 2014
Singapore