Long Chime Poems
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As both the dreamer and the dreamed in this world,
if we would wake up here, etch these words in stone;
save by honing rough edges, by ego knurled,
being the optimal method to atone,
the flag of love within, cannot be unfurled.
This is a path each of us must walk alone,
since it requires us to change our direction,
by contemplative consciousness correction.
We shape ourselves with the power of intent,
which softens when we retrace our steps in time,
becoming a child again, here, now present,
shifting into the heart, feeling bliss beat’s chime,
going where love takes us, following the scent,
whence thus doing nothing, we heavenward climb.
To awaken oh hermit, let the heart thaw,
that we see God’s light in wonderment and awe.
the pendulum pulsates my demise
within corners of mind, darkness sighs
and memories cry out faint beats of life
where fury's ticking beneath strokes of hands
as they color pale flesh in amethyst tones
while crimson spills mingle with death's tears
yet i wonder, was i not worthy of more?
i am weathered and wise beyond years
yet countless hours still laugh in seconds
behind my back in faint ticks of my clock
that sits motionless upon the wall
stilled by shadows cast out through night's call
as recollection of past speaks in metered pulses
i see your hands press steel force against flesh
blushed within your fingers fold as they strike
over and over again, repetitive clicks
in quick strums that fall within night's silence
i feel my heart beat in the same quickened tones
where memories chime thoughts of yesteryear
yet i count life's moments as borrowed time
then laugh at seconds knowing i am not dead.
August 6, 2019
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MONDAY
By Leon Enriquez
Monday
Comes around
A fresh play
On new grounds
Create
Sync with change
A new fate
Casts your range
Sparkle
Dare to live
And juggle
What you give
~~~~~~~~~
Bestow
A kind heart
Now you know
How to start
Align
Heart and soul
As mind signs
Thought made whole
Inspire
Word and work
As zest sires
Your own perks
~~~~~~~~~
Desire
To be whole
Start deep fire
Bless your soul
Release
Fear and dread
Groom fine peace
Unafraid
Conceive
Thoughts are things
Now achieve
What feel flings
~~~~~~~~~
Believe
How you feel
You receive
Cheer that heals
Achieve
Your fond dream
Do believe
Lavish streams
Endear
True joy sums
Spread warm cheer
See outcomes
~~~~~~~~~
Abide
Here with grace
Bloom and glide
Sacred space
Attain
In good time
Wise true gains
Mime and chime
Embrace
Your own fate
Quest your pace
In good state
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
26 February 2024
Singapore
We're all just clocks and we're all just ticking. What did you tick today?
Did you tik of love, or tok of peace?
Did you chime at midnight rest?
Or did you leave the gift of time, to a watch of far more less?
For it is we who guard it's ancient lane, as we and it progress, the future upon our face is written, just tik and tok your best.
And every clock you see today, your hands be holding true, for the truth of tik and tok is this, every clock be you.
Now tik and tok along with all, a chorus made so great, the future know we guard its right, to peace, and love, and faith.
No matter how we clocks, look or sound in tune, remember time goes best, because they're ticking toking too.
And every time you've tik and toked, making sure you knew, all the hands on every clock had dared to also move.
All good clocks do chime together, across the world and it's land, and when all good clocks have come together we'll finally stand a chance.
Watch how memory styles
Echoes of laughter then;
I remember your smiles,
Thoughts journey round the bend.
Glimpses of feelings found:
Old times weathered by change;
Mood swings that rush around,
Vivid feel yet not strange.
Once upon a stray thought,
Old magic seeps through time;
Nostalgia streams fond lot,
Ancient vibes hurl and chime.
Those lovely days of old
The magic of embrace;
A touch that still unfolds,
Heart to heart that sure trace.
Just for a while I stop,
Gaze at faraway sights;
Touch and feel pictures pop,
Fond memories cast light.
Leon Enriquez
26 August 2017
Singapore
Autumn of our life’s sunset years
Time to replay moments gone by
Each throb of joy and our dark fears
Looking back, do we smile or sigh
Our weary bones signal it’s time
Autumn of our life’s sunset years
Yet heart tremors sound a bliss chime
We may age but child within cheers
Melding head with heart, we change gears
Erst rough edges gone, soul has thawed
Autumn of our life’s sunset years
We surrender each breath to God
All we do is follow love’s scent
Bliss heightens as God’s presence nears
Assured now is our soul’s ascent
Autumn of our life’s sunset years
13-August-2022
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Brother. O Brother.
O when when we were callow
In days young Shakers of the movement before
gray & silver turned our locks we held in idol
Spree even damned were we
Lessen a very score ’til callous became un-sore
away had you myth into the far-off seeking a northern star
Thus did dim of you re-turn filled
privileged besiege ferrying scripted jots of the novel are
deluged in assure
Brother. O Brother.
Dont forthwith tell to me nor else what I do not
forth I have continued a militant pace
Dont mid uncommon lot tell to me nor else
demur girding resistance rebellious plot
If you must speak a hair tell
of owned stead mid factional fight In the absence
tell of owned gallant march for quality rights
If adapt if no longer a sworn knight
tell of owned rationalism of moralism the plagiarism of
Quisling plight ill-gots Are you not at will zealot
Brother. O Brother.
Here in the brawling depth the course bowl clear
onward the struggle un-stop
You we in pledge had warrant to our brethren aged
to carry the pillars in lift
O out furthest yon you hither re-turn elope dystopia sum utmost grift
—whitewashed literacy alien pensive — these snares gate
earnest mental width so readily turncoat gift
in errand of handmade suits and seasoned goose
be too un-loathed the dandy one who tend the noose
Steady are the angered us of sternly force
undue toil seizing liberty under conquer
Brother. O Brother.
If for reasons untold at sun’s godly will alms’ shine
shalt fetch flicker of brotherly chime
O the left-behind aggrandizing autocrat-kneeler sprawl
as liken wayward owl
cant find luminous in eyes of kinship kind — formed
across absolutist allured far-off whereat darken desert loom
Muse this Steely-dusk rise leap desert’s sandy sweep
to the heavens it seeps to hand the moon its imposing greet
if for reasons untold
Touch beyond feel, touch tender thrill;
Oomph fronts appeal, oomph hurls goodwill.
Sense special touch, sense happy mood;
Poise joins as much, poise feeds sure good.
Ask to be wise, ask to be sure;
Ply sweet surprise, ply kind allure.
Live laughter loud, live funny daze;
Yield all things proud, yield to life's maze.
Line after line, line moving time;
Rhymes sounding fine, rhymes grounding chimes.
Be wordy here, be fragrant fare;
Soothe steady cheer, soothe profound stare.
Words hurl and curl, words time and rhyme;
Seed twirl and swirl, seed mime and chime.
Health comes to free, health funds this stay;
Wealth helps you see, wealth weaves worth's way.
Sense sure wonder, sense clear wander;
Heed the thunder, heed the plunder.
Leon Enriquez
13 December 2014
Singapore
We love those church bells,
do we not? Such chimes, such rings!
Are you a churchy type?
Or, like me, are you not?
Those bells we hear here
do have a rather angelic sound
(though, as we know, there are no angels).
But what a voice they have, those bells.
You don't do church, then -
like me and so many others?
But almost supersonic, those rings -
chimes that are quite a joy.
And they do bring to us
a historical flavour.
It enters our ears and hearts,
enters our ears and minds.
You have no religion, then -
that old-fashioned, out-of-date stuff?
Yet those bells send a sweet tang, zing,
almost a poignancy - sometimes sorrow, often happiness.
Ah, yes, we stand at that west end,
absorb those bells, that zing, that flavour.
We almost drink them, wear them -
yes, cherish and wear those rings.
(30 Dec 2022)
On the ivories there are ebony themes
But first the lass learns her musical abc's
She's playing a rhapsody in her dreams
As she falls asleep on the keys
On an enchanted melody she rests
As a song floats on a passing cloud
She is on a musical quest
To play those notes and do them proud
When she awakens she'll make the keys chime
By playing "Mary had a little lamb"
It is her favorite nursery rhyme
A lovely little ditty on the baby gran'
She plays that tune every now and then
And then back to sleep she goes again
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11-2-18
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