Long Candour Poems
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Forget riffs of regrets
But
To the hilt
We tilt to
Inbuilt lilt
A guilt quilt
Can jilt & wilt
But
No tiffs with what ifs
Won’t let you fret
Circumspect.. I find
Older you get
Bet..more honest…more kind
Care more..know more
Late bloomer rumour
Embraces candour...humour
Respect velvety vagaries
Traces of reflect
Suspect future’s the tutor
Detect serendipity the suitor
Evolution..glints of revolution
Pip that convoluted New Year’s tip
Genuinely don’t genuflect
No sorrow...deflect hints
Of mooted rebooted resolution
Suspect Tomorrow might
Be your best day yet!
I was born a poet not manufactured.
It started with a heart feeling fractured.
Childhood trauma led to built up suppression,
but the soul yearned for creative expression.
For years my poems hid in secret memoirs,
but a battle with cancer left behind deep scars.
Tongue remained silent, but my muse began to pour,
through reflection and introspective candour.
Some use words as weapons to cause sorrow,
but I write to leave a legacy for tomorrow.
I have no desire for applause nor for fame,
so I express my musings using a pen name.
Each verse is written through metaphorical blood,
in hope one day my life will be understood.
she pips in fear for lateness like her peers,
hauteur cloaked with reticence,
her-boo-boo-vague, though walled around and palpable
official Narcissist disguised in rude affronts
Bravado of naughtiness in candour yet tacit
“Free me to free me”, rants in melancholy
as ignorance upsets sorts of sort
Insensibility of differentiating as angels often tastes the gall
By routines of cataract long glare
Sends nostalgia down their spines
Though forgetting the milk and candies of supposed rivals
Doubling as friends in conning angst beggarly in their nature
Nagging and ganging a gang of gossipers
Finding Mutual grounds for their victims
Causing higgledypiggledy where there exist no war
For a suspected compromise of morals
Or a hunting taint of a past paints on Z walls
Where decorum is not a schoolmaster
As official time wastes in visits to motels at un-break break time
With holy bible at desk view to mask hypocrisy
First venerable “Etis” Migrants tasted buds of vinegary as noised by witnessing chauffeur
And guilt cautioned not her thigh with an avalanche of showy attire of a seductress
advertorials of “buried innocence” jagged in curved carbuncle front and back
Banging shoes in unending visits secreted in kitchen
double-faced, loud calls to clients for managerial gratitude
as empty office fill vacuums of fast quickie (sharp-sharp) appointments arranged or rearranged
Ill-mannered, bad-tempered not marriageable, never listen, never patient making enemies
Commandeering, verbose, self-conceited, presumptuous, stout and arrogant
Naked Truth
N~ascent truth resides at the heart of wisdom thus
A~story conjects still naked waits for refutation
T~he emperor’s clothes devoid of the latest chique
I~ntimately risqué when average normality beckons
V~ie for veracity rescued from the scrap heaps of time
I~n candour modesty disentangles sexy sound bites
T~o be naked or not for whom where how and when
Y-aup those who lie in winning words instead of reason
11th November 2016
Written for contest ‘Naked’ judged 16th November
Still Naked
Naked with no laurels for my glory could I yawp in
Awe of other poets’ winning well versed script though
Kinder to myself and fellow soupers do I give merit
Eject my sulking disappointment from the scene and
Defuse what was as to denude again the naked truth
Expanded on 26th November 2016 for the contest
‘Take The Dagger From My Heart Please - 3
I remember your childlike enthusiasm,
when you presented the bracelet to me.
I smiled at your innocence,
I cried at your benevolence.
It wasn't made of gold or silver,
yet it had a faint glimmer.
It was the most precious thing I had ever beheld,
As I fastened it around my wrist my search for love finally quelled.
As the days passed we grew apart,
our story ended with you walking away with a piece of my heart.
This bracelet reminisced me of our history,
the happy moments that are forever etched in my memory
Its not just an ornament but a symbol of love,
A love pure and innocent.
A love so candour free from any judgement.
I remember your smile,I remember you.
I was a parched dessert plant and you became my morning dew.
Date :15/03/2021
Contest: I remember poetry contest
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
Poise in sure choice speaks fond beauty,
Grace styles pure voice in face lovely.
Charm wears a grace that speaks most kind,
Love floods this space with peace of mind.
Sure candour flows with mellow moods,
Warm feelings show a touch so good.
She warms my heart with soul that lights,
Wise splendour starts a telling sight.
Here time and space afford fond feel,
Grand blessings grace a soul that heals.
She brings warm fest to weary days,
A precious zest aligns warm play.
Now happy fun attracts calm ease,
Wit flavours pun in lavish peace.
In deep delight my voice feels free,
A fine insight frames cheery spree.
What comes to be in lovely tact,
Beauty moves me as truth paints fact.
Leon Enriquez
01 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
Of all the folks you know who makes you smile?
Jokes that stokes strokes your soul for a while
In a poll who would stroll to the top of the pile
Which peeps we love heaps leaps over the stile
Candour so rich scratches that itch does beguile
Hatches humour that does bewitch off the dial
Fresh as glacial air their rare own homegrown style
Another year of more sneers tears jeers than cheers
Can't rile never a bit*h even if the subject of vile bile
Alana our nirvana she can handle any scandal or trial
Religion worthwhile Fezz would walk her up the aisle
A good witch you are the best gal & pal.. no denial
As magical wonderful as the winding spellbinding Nile
You’re blinding (London lingo) doff our hat
To maybe the coolest cat that we’ve met yet
On this Isle.. let's begin with your cheeky grin
Which is why you win the bet by a country mile
(Dedication: To the designers who made
the bride and groom sparkle with their
amazing attire. Thank you, Michelle and
Colin.)
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Bride and groom voice moment of bliss;
Rich with wonder, ideas now spring;
Impress with choice, candour funds list;
Dare can wander here with love's fling;
Apt gestures seek emblems of joy;
Lines of pure grace loiter with place.
Vouch for fond peaks: laughter and ploys;
Explore dress space, enraptured face;
In flowing lines hurl fine designs;
Linger with style, unzip your dreams.
Sense joy unfurl in rapture fine;
One lasting smile: mosaic and theme;
Now your big day imaged with zest;
Go with clear sway, note what works best.
Leon Enriquez
21 July 2014
Singapore
(Note: This is an Acrostic Sonnet in tetrameter
containing a double message, the first in the
first letter in each line, and the second in the
first letter of the fifth syllable word in each
line. Decipher what the messages are. Enjoy!)
Silent thunder borne of bliss ignition
The currents within, joyfully caper
Open secret of stillness in motion
Divine aligned, we need no translator
Sound of one hand clapping, dark void conquers
Our consciousness, joyous in cessation
Pure of heart, behold the play in wonder
Silent thunder borne of bliss ignition
It all begins with the divine union
Head and heart merge with unreserved candour
Manifesting in heart, an explosion
The currents within, joyfully caper
One with oneness, we are thus singular
Devoid of all sense of separation
Questions cease, as we become the answer
Open secret of stillness in motion
Upon mind body vaporisation
Narrow desires fade, as also all fear
With voice of conscience, in resonation
Divine aligned, we need no translator
Ego is but a mere caricature
Our true self enabled for co-creation
Whilst throbbing in unending bliss rapture
Cognise in our vibrant meditation
Silent thunder
04-January-2021
though pen whispers its words,
even echoes perceive its poignant allure,
beyond the scratched surface, it breathes deep,
percolating the senses with its aura—
sniffed as the fragrance of rose.
in thought’s depths nib probes,
to uncover the truth hidden in words—
splashed on the parchment of beasts,
gleaming like stars through the night’s dark sky.
it lifts chaff from the winnowed grains,
to plant in great minds the beauty that grows,
and gleams in billowing beacons as hope despite gloom,
winning hearts, garnering accolades in droves.
still it purifies ponderings and erases errors—
not with force but with subtlety
of persuasion, illumination, and quiet candour—
to rejuvenate and kindle weary souls.