Long Charm Poems
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Arc of rising moon
Distant silhouettes;
Evening settles down
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So often it happens
Notice the same broadcast;
Self-talk feeds amusement
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Evening hurries briskly
TV sitcom serenades;
Eyes glued to instant charm
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Meal time harvest here
Pay-per-dish varieties;
Don't know what to eat
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Broadwalk street cafe
Menu temptations ooze;
Set meal or a la carte
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Listen for a voice
Soft as gentle breathing;
Gone before you notice
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Fast food outlet
Dangling potato wedges;
Dine-in or takeaway
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Sunny side up
Egg yolk flamboyance;
Pretty on a plate
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The weather man predicts
Lots of rain today;
Free car wash drenching
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A warrior's sacred pact
To defend this mother land;
Contingency practicals
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Waiting time explores
New city mall shoppes;
Brands shouting sales
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Leon Enriquez
14 November 2014
Singapore
Pearl Of The Orient
Phillipines !
Pearl of the Orient seas.
Nick name used for centuries
to evoke the allure of Phillipines.
Pearl symbolising
country's Natural charm and pride.
Tourism oriented
Archeological state with more
than seven thousands
islands of which.
five thousands still unnamed
yet attaining fame,
attracting tourists on gorgeous welcome.
Enticing venture to energetic capital Manila.
Natural scenic beauty embellishing islands.
Lush landscape adorned by
stunning coastline ! Superfine.
Access of sapphire blue water
and argentine shine on beach.
Verdant tropical rainforest enriching the land.
Luxuriant brilliant vibrant
Rich biodiversity.
Marine life in abundance.
Gracious Glorious traditional heritage.
Blending own native lifestyles
associated with United States, Europe
and especially Spain,
exhibiting unique Phillipines Culture.
Large volume of Text Messages honoured
it with another Nick Name ' Text Capital of World.'
Specific car Jeepney resembling Jeep
is more than a means of public transportation
but representing
rescillence and ingenuity of Nation.
We spoke in semaphore of smirks,
A dialect of sideways quirks—
Our mouths full up with mirage and pun,
Unconscious artists come undone.
She, a flower in a field of noise,
Parsed our pose as preening boys—
Not cruel, but tuned to frequencies
That echo long through apologies.
Our verbs wore vests too tight with charm,
Syntax stitched with latent harm.
We hadn’t meant to start a war—
Yet metaphors, once launched, implore.
Intent becomes the alibi
Of those who never learned to pry
Beneath the comfort of a jest—
A laugh can undress all the rest.
She read our pause, our sideways glance,
Not as a walk, but a strange dance
In which the lead was vague, and yet
Each footstep left a silhouette.
Pleasant is thy companionship, my reverie, o my enchanting one
Humbled me in sublimation, rejuvenated my soul,
My reverie, my enchanting one.
Kindled my eyes, blossoming beyond the charm, my delight
My heart song pondered with a gentle breeze, heavy with fragrance
My reverie, my enchanting one.
Touched my soul, flora and fauna charmed with ecstasy, blossomed
Willful kismet had a say with time, with our chariot of eloquence, revered
In Thine, rejuvenation may have a graceful renunciation, rebirth , nuance
This life, kindled within a lifetime of lives intertwined, bestowed beyond
My reverie, my enchanting one.
12-30-2024
Within me is a deep innate ingrained and instinctive vibrance and passion.
Betwixt and amidst the throbbing of my heartbeat is a ticking pulsation,
that is life, that is vitality and sparkle. I hold the enduring perception of
awareness and appreciation. Yet, I have moments of doubt but with inborn
faith I can conquer any battle, forge any mountain, swim any ocean.
I float in a dream
of heavenly bliss and joy . . .
with unblinking faith
Animating and invigorating is life and instinstive is the force I need to define
my inflexible drive and defined path. I may be detoured at times but I am
able to find the spirit residing within that leads me on this euphoric journey,
called life and through time.
each day a journey
among my heartbeats pulsing . . .
girl of charm and grace
BABY: PEERLESS GIFT OF GOD.
Love for child is universal.
Baby is the greatest gift of God.
Nicest goes parental bond,
tied just like petal and sepal.
Of joyous moments met throughout
received the happiest charm,
to take my first baby in arm.
There’s left absolute no doubt.
Might be my maternal instinct
Excessive intensive too strong,
giving my kids priority all along,
considered them special distinct.
Blessing to expectant parent
Parents to show light to child.
Child should turn parent’s pride.
Honor the gift of god to be sent.
07/18/18
HM
'STRAND CHOICE D' Contest by Brian Strand
Hey man
Why are you always on my mind
Here and there, once again
I can't relax ' cause of you
Hey man
Why are you as hot as that bright light
I feel like that damn butterfly
Attracted by the cruel fire
I'm close to you, my thoughts are full
Of lovely vicious things
We feel it clear, we are almost near
"impress me" is our theme
Hey man
Why are you holding me so tight
You say a word - I have goosebumps
You're so close - I'm passing out
Hey man
Why am I loving you so loud
I use your name as talisman
I dive deeply into your charm
I know that everybody has their own stars*
Their own stars
Their own stars
You are my stars
The universe conspired to help me find us**
Find us
Find us
I've found us
* "The little prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
** "The alchemist" by Paulo Coelho
The captivating moon light shows your smile
Here I sit with visions of you,
With great plans of our love growing in grand style
This feeling makes me brand new,
The imagery of your charm drives me so wild
Cements our souls with glue,
Walking hand in hand with you for just awhile
Closer we drew,
The style of your smile makes it all worthwhile
Let’s renew,
The love of life we hold so true without guile
Anew,
What was, is, and forever will be fertile
Two!
Comments: The “Ignition Style” consists of 14-lines with the following meters:
11-8, 11-7, 11-6, 11-4, 11-3, 11-2, and 11-1. The rhyme scheme is abab etc. It
begins with an eleven syllable long line and varied syllable short lines. If two
verses are desired, the second verse must be reversed.
This is poem to my unborn son
With tears flowing fluently like the Xithuve river, I wrote this
To let my son know that everything is never as it seems
Even those who identify themselves as saints, are not saints
In the absence of our eyes a demon that lies within them is born
Not to mention doctors who will smile at him on his birthday
Like the world is a better place
Welcoming him to a home of people who cannot differentiate
between love or hate
It is a territory of people who are hurt and broken
People who wear expensive suits just to cover up their evil deeds
Always wearing that perfect smile to charm those who are
Ignorant enough not to see their flaws deep inside
With tears flowing fluently like the Xithuve river
A silent voice speaks hope
N’wananga-Son
Every night is Halloween
When ghastly ghost hovers near
I toss and turn in my dream
For I know the fiend I fear
Goblins and ghouls have no chance
I scare them all back to hell
Yet, one thing is viler still
I know its evil full well
Every night I shut the door
I shake while I lay in bed
For soon the door is ajar
A form hovers by my head
A eerie glow fills the room
Familiar breath on my face
Fingers slide over my lips
Unseen hands my body trace
Every night your ghost appears
You, who to my heart are DEAD
You come not as fearsome ghoul
But as angel to my bed
Your lies now you whisper sweet
“I am moved by love not lust!”
Yet I feel your groping hands
Stroking away broken trust
My bed is aflame with heat
You tricked, now you want a treat
I know your wishes full well
To bring to life passion sweet
I tremble in morbid fear
For you have come to possess
I buried your cheating heart
But ghost fingers now caress
You linger over my form
Your presence so very real
The night moves in ghostly charm
Every touch and kiss I feel
Morning light breaks through the night
I awake alone and bare
Halloween, my every night
Your scent lingers in the air.
Eileen Manassian Ghali