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Earth
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Coy the myth ..
Earth.. birth has brought you here.
Your status qou will unfold
On adventure either as king or queen, mr president, bishop or cardinal.
A branded tennis player, a balanced balarina, thief or theatrical liar you can be.
Bee's will sting you and charming bird's will sing for you.
You will greet friend's and enemy's make.
Earth a greatest story ever told you will regular hear.
Earth there be water, sun and moon light.
You be baptized, discussed and dispised.
Earth will boil and there be many a justice not satisfied.
On earth they say ..
" To be or not to be .. that is the question " as you move from ugly duckling to clean cut soldier or go on and perish like a hermit crabbing everywhere.
A nobel winner you win be or a rebel in causes.
Earth has a live right algorithm printed in a bible.
Earth O earth thy mysteries to behold ..
Like Picasso's donning the wall's.
Pudding tree's and feeding seas there be.
The enduring pleasures of fruitful is fulfilled and multiplied without love.
We have mortal divinity for idols and yet none for our creator.
Father, Son and Holy Spirit is often forgotten.
Earth .. here
A shepherd you will need and shelter of a mom without a dad , brother or friend in either care or be derelect.
Give alms to many on Earth and your gateway to heaven is secured.
At our end the rock's on Earth will have aged as we cleft to hold on longer.
Still the waves will always team to shore even after many survival thrillers.
Astronauts went up and ships down.
There have been quakes and volcano's
Earth not to be conquered ..
Earth will stand.
Earth not a myth
Earth rotates and the seasons change.
Earth not digital controlled.
Each soul adores it's life.
Earth superb ..
Where to from here
O Lord
Bring me back once more ..
Though I had such a hard time here
But...
There was
Rock 'n Roll.
I
Between Juliet and me
Devotion thrived . . .
We stayed all day and all night
In dark, hidden places, picking watercress for the moon
Together we lived, Juliet and I,
Among worm woods
Friendly gardens
Doing silly things,
Avoiding the city’s hastiness,
Befriending rural life,
Hiding behind palisade fences
Among stunted grass,
Waiting for sunset’s glow to light up
The dark paths of our stolen love.
I remember us running talks with
Anne of Green Gables
On the greenishness of a stable summer.
And when the church bell tolled
For the vespers,
We ran across the external nave,
Our faces frowned with shyness,
Thinking? we are full of ourselves. . .
And I loved her
And I loved her name
And still love it.
Fret not, O’ Juliet
But read to me
Like you read, that memorable Friday night
You and I sighted frescoes on the rapier-thin
Rim of dusk’s azimuth.
II
I sang your songs, O’ Maria,
In the days grandfather lived and smiled on
With his broken front tooth stained by age and sageness
Your narrow, sweet face paled and showed signs of the
Dim past
I do not know who you were, dear Maria
I did not know you deeply,
But with strings straightened across hard-bending bow,
Earthen pots,
Grass-flutes,
And ivory samba,
I have discerned all that happened to you
Through ancestral lyrics laced with drops of love.
In those days,
There lived Maria,
Mother of sons and daughters,
And she had dark eyes and dark lips
And teeth whiter than clouds . . .
In those days
There was confusion and strife
But Maria made the best out of them
Because she had love so fragrant
And her soul bled with devotion
And every word she puked had love in it.
Trenches, valleys, gullies
And images of blissful youth
Blended carefully, forming imposing pictures
Before her charming eyes.
Her name pokes my ribs gently
And she knew well how to write love-letters
Some of which have been reserved in the museum of
Memory where they eternally reside,
The cellar of the soul
Rolls of parchment, browned by time,
Season the words of love in them stronger.
Here, my vigil candles
Have ceased blinking
And have glowed the more —like the
Curved ends of the crescent moon —
Just for your name, O’ Maria.
It twinkles brightly upon a baby’s first born cry
On September 23 to October 22 reigns up in sky
Transforming into a magical pair of scale
Hailing the beauty of Venus to unveil
As its Libran muses tread a path of life thenceforth
Soaring on element air, Friday has a blissful hoot
Ravenous taste on cereals, apples and berry fruit
Oh, are they on diet just to fit their suits?
They might have been smitten by a peaceful sky blue
Wearing gems with sparkling sapphire and jade in various hues
Their floral taste of rose in pink, white, blue, red or yellow
An exquisite gift of love, three for me and three for you
Born Libras are courteous and diplomatic
Loving, sweet and most especially romantic
They are easy-going and charming
They are very sociable and they are darlings
Born Libras are peaceable and fair
Lovers and friends to everybody, they prefer
They are balanced both in mind and in heart forever
No ambivalence for love, never a teeter-totter
Aug. 26,2014 6.10.00pm
I just got most of the information here from the designs of my favourite mug and cover of my piano piece. I don’t know if it is true ;)))))
Autumn, the present season
Changes of cadences and colors
It's a very charming time
Which only lies in errors.
The leaves are no longer green
Except those of the everlasting firs
A large number of sentinel birds
Leave, because they are less alert.
Fall is a beautiful and dark season
Which is between the cool and the cold
It's time to decorate the homes
For the feasts of the believers, and for the loas.
Autumn is here; the leaves are falling
On the damp lawns and on the graves
Winter will be more severe this year
And the buds will be absent on the glaciers.
Autumn is picturesque and melancholic
The ladies start to hide their bodies
Bit by bit. The smiles become dramatic
As we celebrate the living and the dead.
Copyright © October 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
This is a translation of the poem: 'L'Automne Est Là' by Hebert Logerie
(Dedication: For my grandson Axel Caleb)
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Your curious eyes
Seek to wander,
Curious strange sighs
As you wonder.
Touch prompts fond feel
Just for a while,
Your curious will
Fronts easy smile.
Curious hands reach
For things to grab,
Ply each to each
As touch unwraps.
Sight tells on you
As cause prompts find,
In all you do
Dear infant mind.
Taste is a way
For you to learn,
Each day grooms play
With space you yearn.
A certain will
Now fashions zest,
Your touch and feel
Moves ample fest.
You seem to know
In curious looks,
A lavish glow
In your play book.
You love your food
Dear winsome face,
Each touch feels good
In your own space.
You bring new light
To show us how,
Warm gift of sight
Streams clear right now.
As you giggle
In your sweet charm,
Our hearts wriggle
Love's cuddling arms.
Joy is your face
In charming touch,
A touch of grace
You trace as such.
Curious and wild
With pleasant feel,
We love you child
As feelings thrill.
Leon Enriquez
25 March 2019
Singapore
CAPTIVATED
On lazy noon at non-busy hours
Me feeling dizzy
to watch chandelier hanging in central hall
sometime slightly swinging
by soft wind coming through window.
Crystals, strips of cut glass tinkling sweet.
Shimmering Sun rays entering through glasses
reflected, refracted, diffracted
displaying spectrum,
flashing dazzling designs
embellishing walls and ceiling.
Not mere decent but magnificent
in sparkling splendour
in whimsical wonder.
My eyes are glued to spectacular charming patterns:
Continuous changing altering
as chandelier swaying slow.
Me got captivated
not to leave the view
though eyes are tired inviting sleep.
I swim in drowsiness
I sink in dulcet dreams.
10/18/22
Captivation
Contest by Julia Ward.
That she is still my golden dace
That she hadn’t lie to me
That she forever twist to me
Her glittering voluble hips
That she can still show case
Her ever-charming eyes to me
How I wish . . .
That I can still be the only Knight
In her with my wandering white horse
That I can always remain the only
Rodent in her divided heart
That I can have her wrap up
Always in my warm-up body
How I wish . . .
Alayande Stephen Tolulope
10th August 2006
3.28pm.
I decided to quit with her after considering
The last discussion we had. A follow up to
The poem “And we lied “.
Saturday flings
Sensorial pleasures;
Refreshing rain
~~~~~~~~~
A gift of somnolence
Moments on a breeze;
Drowsy airy feel
~~~~~~~~~
Beyond these silk curtains
An uncertain world;
Looking not seeing
~~~~~~~~~
Daughter's simple hair braids
Charming sight to see;
Wavy murmurings
~~~~~~~~~
Stroll by this old shop
Ancient owner smiles;
Dialect greeting nods
~~~~~~~~~
Faces in a crowd
Too many to remember;
Abrupt perfume swirls
~~~~~~~~~
Such sweet charming eyes
So mesmerising;
Lover styles smiles
~~~~~~~~~
Conscious awareness comes
To sleepy interlude;
Nightfall paints dark
~~~~~~~~~
Dragonflies chase morning
Across the muddy pond;
Lotus blossoms
~~~~~~~~~
Green frog floating
Twin eyes stare;
Set sight straight
~~~~~~~~~
Common fare for each
Feasting on simple;
Happy smiles at me
~~~~~~~~~
Stray wind drift
Soft chill on my skin;
Autumn exposure
~~~~~~~~~
Laughter now enroute
Wit plays with fun;
Happy faces here
~~~~~~~~~
Cosmetic surgery
A new facial expression;
Defer timely ageing
~~~~~~~~~
Electronic ink stains
Words emerge the same;
Rhyme clusters
~~~~~~~~~
Death comes too late
Life in weary strides;
Death before dying
~~~~~~~~~
Evil plots to live
The good die young;
For wrong reasons
~~~~~~~~~
This old tree speaks
Ancient language unknown;
Talks to the wind
~~~~~~~~~
I sit and wait for words
To fling and hurl and shout;
Poetry sums
~~~~~~~~~
By that Chinatown street
An old scholar's garden;
Bamboo moongate
~~~~~~~~~
Chinese calligraphy
Cryptic beauty adorns;
Profound symbols
~~~~~~~~~
Fast food menu
For Me n U;
Upsize perhaps
~~~~~~~~~
She murmurs in deep sleep
My darling wife dreams;
Charm watches
~~~~~~~~~
Starry constellations
Quiet conversations;
Absent words preside
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
20 September 2014
Singapore
A festive feel in red and gold:
Chinatown deals Goat year most grand.
A splash of will as joy unfolds:
A Chinese fill as cheer attends.
~~~~~~~~~
This lunar year arrives with truth:
Our kindred ties forge a fine fest.
Those who are dear gather fond proof:
Our fortunes high in lovely quest.
~~~~~~~~~
Paint the town red takes new meaning:
Feel fond delight that ushers joy.
Poise favours red in warm sightings:
Feel grand insight in wealthy ploys.
~~~~~~~~~
Now we visit our kin folk here:
Auspicious wit merge with fine stay.
Now each to each greet with good cheer:
Prosper and reach this happy day.
~~~~~~~~~
Give red packets with blessings fond:
Touch now can live grandeur this spring.
Lucky trinkets to fill life's pond:
Joy heaps and gives as true health sings.
~~~~~~~~~
Such festive joy can fill the heart:
A touch beyond primes charming feel.
Good luck funds ploy in brilliant start:
A rhyme upon a springtime fill.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
18 February 2015
Singapore
LIFE TO LIVE
Enjoy life, stay strong being optimistic.
Live Liberal Long Life on Love and Luster.
Meet morals melting mind in modesty
Life is nothing but reflection of a game
Rare chance to win or fair chance to lose.
Life seems a conflict to confront at each front
being cool, energetic, or aggressive.
Life is like a poetry running, rippling
in symmetry or asymmetry
leaving rhythmic charming patterns.
Respect ruthless truth,
morals on journey of life,
at ease or at strife.
In drama of life play role
of dauntless warrior.
10/24/21
Last Poem of Form Tanka
Third Place
'Let's Mix It Up'
Contest by Constance La France