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there’s a lady dressed in rags and robes
she’s slowly skulking by the stones
of names and dates and faded mark
as mist and crows guide through the dark
she’s looking for her grave
a single bell helps set her tread
a steady toll of calling dread
beckoning eyes that chance upon
this ageless figure’s soul now gone
she’s looking for her grave
her mouth it holds a large round stone
that forced a blooded fractured bone
and shattered teeth and stayed her tongue
to threaten not those she’ll rise among
she’s looking for her grave
a witch they called her when alive
who’s words and spells brought all a strife
as village folk by stone they saw
to end her knives of blackened scorn
as each moon she leaves her grave
With my brightened lens, I watch you
mystically zooming in zooming out,
and my eyes focus on the shutter where
a hundred gulls flap in brief moments: carefully,
I seize the image, almost lost in transition
as my rushed stanzas etch
the language of your distinct angles.
Following your trail, I chance upon
a lattice of asters sprawled on pine wood
grating my line of phrases:
flowers posing without shame, beautiful like
summer ‘s shape...and I watch you romp
in the blur of rain clicking on a Kodak chrome;
while my quill explodes with the burst
of your animated snapshots. My dear,
in this symbiotic flow where poetry and visual arts
understand the hidden grandeur of the world,
shall this my verse meld with your splashed landscape?
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August Premiere Contest for Brian Strand
FOR A MOMENT
Your cry isn’t loud enough for the world to hear
So wipe your tears.
Even your so called ‘friends and companions’ are turning deaf ears
Wipe your tears and look up to the hills, from there comes your help
Tears come from sorrow’s hole
Tears will continue to flow until you control your whole
Dilute your sorrow’s hole with joy,
And effervescence of smile will frizzle your tears
Don’t pamper that hurt inside, lest, it will linger
Letting go of is the best panacea
Embrace life’s vicissitude, and make peace with your past
Until there’s no tomorrow, fortunes are in life’s queue
For as mischance exists in life’s cast,
So is great chance.
Life can deny you of breakfast, but that breakfast may not be worth comparing with your brunch.
As you crunch, your life realizes that you can wait for tomorrow’s breakfast even if it denies you supper.
Sometimes, life makes you feel Charlie,
Especially when life gives you a malignant glare,
At a moment when you are in a state of ‘devil-may-care’
You are compelled to say cheerio to the world
Because life is using a brusque tone
But when you chance upon successes, you bury that decision
That’s life
Don’t escalate that hurt or pain when life confronts you
It’s just a fortune recess
Embolden your spirit and wait for the resume of success.
#sanguine, sangfroid, pertinacious#..That’s what you ought be……
THERE IS...
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(Dedication: To the seeker-wayfarer within each living soul.)
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There is a peace where stillness waits;
There is sure ease where soul knows gate.
There is a voice that calls in hints;
Poise is a choice to shade and tint.
There is a space where place and time
Reveals a face in sensuous rhyme.
There is a truth that governs all;
There is sure proof in peace that calls.
There is a time where space abides
In radiant chimes beyond the tides.
There is a smile beyond a face
Where a sure style guides time and space.
There is a feel, a certain urge
That comes to heal impulse and surge.
There is a dance within the core
Where change and chance greet fate and more.
There is a mind within sure heart
Where clear design attends all start.
There is a way within, beyond --
Where only play can chance upon.
There is a source that soul can know;
A certain course where light now shows.
There is a touch where soul can tell
A glimpse as such where heaven dwells.
There is deep peace where Spirit fills
Boundless increase with Love's goodwill.
Leon Enriquez
03 May 2014
Singapore
Morning drizzle
Skyline looks teary;
Jogging feet struggle
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New penthouse suite
By midtown place;
Blessings of peace
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Time moves swiftly
Flying away;
Seize interlude
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Small talk empties
Chit-chat delays;
Time oozes fast
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Two black birds
Morning choral;
Balcony duet
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Tropical heatwave
Humid sticky sweat;
Air-con relief
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Mall sales boomerangs
Petty touting;
Urgent campaign
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Toy dog runs barking
Pink hair dye;
Same as lady master
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Childcare kids
Sing-song repetition;
Old nursery rhymes
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Fragments of writes
Verse lines on-the-fly;
Haiku mood swing
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Shopping lists
Foodstuff to buy;
Procure satisfaction
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Time beyond
Chance upon;
Space now on
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Mailbox full
Nobody's home;
Other matters call
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Leon Enriquez
10 July 2016
Singapore
Brief beyond brief our passage here;
Our share of grief, time has marked clear.
It seems just then when youth did roar;
To understand what time was for.
Hindsight seems sure of that and this;
So insecure the path of bliss.
We, There and Then ventured beyond
The Why and When to dare upon.
Foresight less clear or even blur;
Feel anxious fear cast petty slurs.
The Now and Here needs clever tact;
Things don't look clear for each new act.
So much to say or think and do;
To fill each day with gainful woo.
So many seasons have we lived thus;
Times and reasons have turned to dust.
Now here we meet as if by chance;
In busy street where feet now prance.
Lost in the mists of old recalls;
New name card gist to share install.
We chat a bit of times that try;
Polite sure bits and then goodbye.
Success builds walls, sets strange from strange;
Cynics recall wide gap and change.
Our hairline tint has turned to grey;
Visage and mint, sculptured dismay.
We talk about the fond old times;
Jest chuckles out the changing chimes.
Just as quickly we banish scene;
Surely to be a dusty din!
A new name card is all that's left;
A life pitch hard in tray or shelf.
Someday if we chance upon name;
Think "If only..." things were the same.
Round and round we circle round
In strange, new grounds still lost yet found!
Such feeble ways to look back then;
Unsteady rays of way back when.
Leon Enriquez
02 Apr 2014
Singapore
From This Day On
VS. 1
I have seen many mornings
Through my own eyes
The seasons change before me
Winters snows follow summer rains
VS. 2
Ev'ry path that I've chosen
Has been my own decision
But somewhere in the evening light
I have prayed for a miracle
Someone to share my life with.
Chorus
From this day on, my heart will beat with your heart
From this day forward, your life will be my very breath
From this moment on I chose to take a chance upon tomorrow with you
From this moment on our lives shall be as one.
VS 3
I am called from my fam'ly
You from your home
We are called to be one now
One in mind, one in body and soul
VS 4
And we ask our God's blessing
Upon our life together
The keeper of our wedding vows
Stays with us ev'ry day of our lives
BRIDGE
Wherever you travel
Wherever you roam
I will stay with you
For I am at home.
I chance upon
This rare book find;
Brown yet beyond
The pages sign.
For days and days,
I sift new thought;
Old wisdom says
Align bold plots.
The author writes
In words said plain;
The reader cites
A fragrant stain.
Each chapter tells
In clear detail;
Each message dwells
How not to fail.
One sheet prelude
For summary;
One attitude
To make me see.
Old book spine weak,
I tear each sheet,
Summary speaks,
Inspired thoughts greet.
I feel delight
At this grand find:
So much insight
To fix in kind.
Words of a seer
With pathway thoughts;
Prompt acts to steer
Fun, wit and plot.
Words that speak out
To inspire zest;
Word profound bout
To light life's quest.
A message found,
"Live On Purpose"
On earthly grounds,
Let love imburse.
Twenty-five sheets
To meditate;
Light for the feats
That gravitate.
Gratitude stills
My heart and mind
For thought and feel
Know love most kind.
The author shows
A wise sure grace;
Dan Millman grows
A sublime space.
The reader heals
Old hurts and pains;
Words heap a fill
That knowing gains.
Old pages ooze
With happy fare;
No need for booze
To clear the air.
Sanguine this talk
Of making sense;
Poignant the walk
Without pretense.
So here I tuck
Rare vintage finds;
Thrill magic luck
With peace of mind.
Read line by line
To glimpse thoughts wise;
Learn to feel fine
For a small price.
Leon Enriquez
13 November 2014
Singapore
This late morning's high noon scaling, steeply-ascending, ragged herald
Hauls himself upwards into the roaring expanse of the dizzying sky
To chance upon this, might though his very soul should be imperiled,
When lording over which is constrained within a dispassionate, encompassing eye.
From the feathered throat abruptly pours such Mellifluous harmony
As, lifting higher and higher, he negotiates a ledge inside a wisp of
broken cloud;
Those rich, dulcet notes, more decidedly sweeter than any liquid honey,
Irresistibly flowing Earthwards... a continuous symphony of unparalleled sound.
His alone the rushing glory! His alone this almost unattainable niche!
For up here, rarified and raw, the air is breathless and sparse where thins.
Then the song fully enveloping the shrunken patchwork of fields beneath...
Whereon, delivering forth from bursting lungs, that final triumphant salvo
he heroically flings.
Hitch-hiking on the road of yellow bricks
I took a chance upon a passing whim
It ferried me where thins grow out from thickes
Turns out, I found myself out on a limb
Imagine, on a limb and at my age
How could I get my feet back on the ground
My first instinct was fly into a rage
A brainstorm came, then all my anger drowned
Yet this was not my first time on a limb
Fact is, I've shinnied down more than a few
These days, instead of taking it so grim
I've learned to sit and just enjoy the view
If you're caught on a limb by some mistake
The bright side is, the damned thing didn't break
by Daniel Turner