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Truth trips tasty
Orbit over
Use ups ugly
Charm claims cover
Hurts hurl hasty
Tall tales tally
Ointment oily
Urge untimely
Choice chills calmly
Host heaps hotly
Take trouble tales
Open observe
Unzip unveils
Cheer clouds conserve
Heap haunting highs
Time treasures truce
Orb opts obtuse
Urge unfurls use
Clear cramping curse
Hide hideous hearse
Thrill tender thrill
Obey obsess
Uptight useless
Chase charming chills
Hover high hills
Tingle tangle
Offer ogle
Urgent urges
Crafty charges
Hidden hedges
Tipsy tavern
Open options
Undo under
Charming chapters
Hopeless haven
Leon Enriquez
07 May 2014
Singapore
We know the heart of the stranger
for 190 years, slaves unto Pharaoh in Egypt
backbreaking labor, spirit-sapping, 24/7
Within us beat loud the heart of the stranger
We take him with us, for all time, to the farthest reaches of the globe
a sacred bond between us and the Almighty
As He protects the stranger, so do we
As He promotes him, so must we
For what does God ask of us other than
to emulate Him
to walk in His ways
to do justice
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Based on Deuteronomy, Chapter 26, esp. v. 11,
read in synagogues throughout the world Sat-
urday morning, August 29, 2026. The poem also
references other Biblical chapters as well as com-
mentaries thereto. ~ gw
“It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.”
David Levithan
I will forever be as pure
as white virgin fibres,
in your onyx
field of ravens.
When the
star-crossed
silhouette of
bleeding ink,
ricochets like
vindictive arrows,
within your
hollow walls,
quenched with
muted echoes,
I am reminded of
your ebony eyes,
cradled under
black decomposing flesh.
I shove my
misunderstood identity
into a pocket journal,
embalmed with a
fragrance of peace lilies
and rhapsodical prose,
amidst doleful dusks
painted with
past mistakes
hidden beneath
narratives of sinful
tangerine nights.
But, remember
that your fallacious
name is an
erased footnote
in the history of
relentless runes.
My tormented tongue
has become
immune to
your false screams.
There is no need
for close-fisted
fingers to flip
through pages,
of the story
I left behind,
as visions of
venomous verses
cremate into
ashes in my mind-
as mere memories
of monologues from
ice cold monsoons,
which don’t define me.
I’ve sculpted fragile
paper boats and
watched them ferry my
demons,
floating on daisies
in a ravishing rivulet
of truth and tranquility,
whilst you chase
impassioned imprints
within chapters
written in patterns
of insincere phrases.
I am a survivor of
your storm,
drawing dreams in
drowsy darkness,
blooming my
amethyst artistry,
which vibrantly
beats to burgundy
evolutions of a
blossoming flower,
who's scent you
will never savor.
My petals
may be fragile,
but I refuse to remain
prisoned in toxic
traits of a
weathered wildflower -
I only attract
majestic butterflies.
Before my flowing, poetic pen is hushed in Quietus,
And I have reached my journey's end with folded hands;
Departed into my dreamless sleep beneath violets,
Let me write one everlasting, eternal, immortal verse;
Of the ravaged garden of my life.
I want to hear a bird song when I quietly glide away,
With a sigh, I will lay my pale form down peacefully;
I have willed my Keepsakes and my musing poems,
The Angel of death, will take my hand into another realm;
And the drums of time will cease.
Oh, it has been a life full of happiness entwined with sad,
I have travelled many different roads to get to Tranquillity;
The chapters of my life are full of the dead and undead,
Memories of childhood, family, friends and pets I loved;
The scars of life stab my soul.
I do not fear death and I am ready to go through the gate,
But I will miss nature, the woods and the waters moving;
And as I walk the silent passage alone to my eternal night,
Think of me as being set free and soaring high up above;
I lived a life weather-stained with tears.
Leaving life is something we all must do; it is written,
I was held by a thread in this earthly realm until that last gasp;
Now, all I know is the peacefulness of a leafy tree above,
Drifting blue clouds and rain falling gently on my resting place;
I was a shadow on the wall of time.
Do not weep over my eternal grave heartbroken my dears,
I have followed the beautiful Angels footsteps to heaven;
My poetry is timeless, ageless, and will always remain,
I have shed this earth bound life and I am a butterfly set free;
I drank from the deep blue cup of life.
So come, dear hearts and plant some pretty flowers in Spring,
I am at last united with all my beloved who have gone before;
Touch my name and remember me for my beauty,
And although my life was but a whisper, I loved every moment;
Now, I exist in another realm.
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August 26, 2015
Poetry/Epic/'Before My Pen is Hushed'
Copyright Protected, ID 15-1216-704-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted into FGI Blog Special - Epic
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
heart is like a book
chapters are love sorrow......there
subject's life only
many pictures there
clear and glorious of few
next to be added
blank pages seek to fill
future objects yet to deal
dislikes cover too
volume of this book
depicts with all episodes
completes at the end
my father told me that life
was a series of emotional chapters
like a map of my journey
exposed in this puzzle
with all the challenges of life
and all the wounds that scar
full of painful shadows that hide
grief and deep regrets like daggers
the suffering pushed away and hidden
exposed in this puzzle
a voice inside whispers only negative
of the thousand faces of me
faces I have worn in life
on this endless long twisted journey
faces ever changing and fading away
exposed in this puzzle
I can see each life destination
and yes, places that shatter me
territories and lands I have experienced
places I have forgotten on purpose
inner landscapes that hurt my soul
exposed in this puzzle
some marked as remarkable and striking
some have no joy to recall
its a magical world this map
I close my eyes to travel
to be there in the past
exposed in this puzzle
and I finally face the battle
to destroy those hurtful memories forever
I think you would have found sociology agreeable.
The chapters jump right into the heart of the matter and do not cause you to stray wondering--spelled with an 'o' not an 'a'--as 'stray' would have clued you in, ... and I wouldn't suggest psychology.
Why not? You'd pass out in the hallway fronting the classroom door. You're still young enough, and you should give sociology the benefit of your doubt to its full measure.
Why did you tell me--back to school, me, I mean I'm not like you. Jane stop. Don't measure me to you, but measure yourself owned outright--firstly, by not putting yourself down.
Why sociology? Because of your verbal reactions to my points relating to the matter.
Yours is one of wonder--again spelled with an 'o,' you'll quickly learn how not to swim endlessly in a goldfish bowl wandering--with an 'a,' going from end to end realizing no corners that would bear points, reasons going in a circled bowl, wondering, now with an 'o,' of an open ocean, and endless swims each bearing a point of interest to a goldfish, who's now left to wander----------with an 'a'-----------smart girl.
The goldfish scenario is a hopeful suggestion, unlike Clint's objectives. Why say it like that? Well, I'm flattered ... to be used, Jane!
And, I am not placing that vacant ruse in the brevity of our encounter, for I am including you Jane, and the five times that fellow workers made that arduous journey to your Shang-Gri-La invitee and our office poor water cooler, ... had to cool down.
That Sociology book, though it's been a few years, it should still be in use or at least in circulation, that is, if you pass on the sitting purview.
I am going to write some poetry,
Some happy and some sad,
Ones you have to think about
Others that will make you mad.
If I write a good selection
I will put them in a book,
If you see it on the shelf
I hope you take a look.
There should be one that relates to you
At sometime in your life,
And I hope that it's a happy one
That will bring your smile alive.
I'm sure there will be others
That will make you be aware,
Of all the good and bad times
I'm memories,in all our lives we share.
So if you purchased my little book
And you have got it in your hand,
With all these chapters in our lives
I know you will understand.
A selfish man protects his family
like a guard,he contemplates the welfare
of his beloved family members,endures pain happily
THEY ARE A HAPPY FAMILY
A self obsessed labor focuses
on his work,pays no heed to others
accomplish task,within a given time, to grab bonus
HIS WORK IS FLAWLESS
A selfish teacher persuades his students
to assimilate the tough chapters,and make them
fathom the subject, to gain self esteem and improvement
STUDENTS BECOME KNOWLEDGABLE
A selfish politician indoctrinates his followers
by his bewitching words to procure their full support
and intentionally resolve their problem to retain his power
THE COUNTRY FLOURISHES
The selfish soldiers possess patriotism,sustain
in the inconsistent weathers,tolerate rain and heat
to fortify their nation,never allow the opponents to win
PEOPLE ARE PROTECTED
We are all inherently selfish,no doubt in that
Showing concern for our family,friends,pets,nation,
But,in fact we need to become the selfish human beings
to take care of the beautiful planet we live, to halt
the wars between the countries,rationing the food
with our fellow beings and to share resources
After all,we all belong to one planet.We are already the selfish men,politicians,soldiers and why don't we become selfish human beings?
This is my hundredth poem.
I honestly never thought,I would reach 100. I am so glad to be here.It is all because of the poetry soup members.So many talented poets are here and I am learning a lot from you. More than anything else,it's your encouragement that made me write.Thank you so much for your encouragement and support...
Life taking a second
Pause for a moment
Reflection a wonder
Hard lesson in preparation
Theory throughout
Complexity living
Exploring directions
Conquering what’s holding me back
Attempting moving forward is a struggle
Every step being a depth of every breath
Time is steadily revolving, and I don’t even have a clue on where to start
Do I start or depart?
Books are full of concepts, stories and chapters of events
I don’t have that kind of time
I must make time
Seeing life as the full picture
Believing in what I can overcome
Improve what can be transformed
Mind connection
Thinking beyond any book into wise
The mirror seeing the reflection of self
Being why I was created to achieve
Promise with a direction
Novice approach
Learning being knowledge
Mindset determination
Impact of my own footsteps
Journeys through the preparation
Hard as it is and the knock downs
Achievements that can be made
Not scare to take chances
Trials and Errors periodic methodology
Courage showing no fear
Challenging principles beyond
Book knowledge in destination promise
Life chapters
Aspect theories
Expectations
My own bookmark aniseed
Wonder not, but believe more.