Long Clash Poems
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Elisa is very beautiful and young,
but her silly mind isn't that strong;
yesterday she marked age thirty
on her calendar not feeling gritty.
In a lively garden with blooming April flowers,
she blows big bubbles that float low and high
inducing much gladness much in her sigh...
will they clash with those intruding butterflies?
" No, they surely won't, "she whispers looking as far
as her eyes can see, imagining one that resembles a star
which she can look upon in her loneliness when moonlight
brightens her room and desire for kisses take away all fright.
Elisa watches her fragile bubbles burst at the sun's brightness,
but surprisingly one doesn't...soaring further into remoteness.
Written on 4/5/2015
F l y i n g
a sailing tailwind
through cerulean streams
and creamsicle colored beams—
are wings reflective
of the turquoise truth
and white purity
of Autumn’s ether
he aviates
a clear troposphere
riding an unbridled
capricious and combative
boreas
on the cusp
of a new season
with a plumage infusion
of shifting Cape Cod skies
the blue jay mixes hues
with the Northern azure
that fades to shades
of turmoil
to the South and East—
becoming lost
in its milky breadth
its lilting light
its dimming depths
where the edge of rustic rural
meets the sandy ridge of conifers—crooked
twisted and back-bent
from gales
of salt-sprayed sorcery
Canadian bluster-gusts
leading the charge
of a cold sapphire crest
is bedeviled
offshore
by the raw
tongue-lashing spin
of a brooding onshore flow
twirling
a brewing brawl
whirling
in slate pearlescent space
s w i r l i n g
with the dusky feistiness
of stormy petrels…
mobs of darkening fog
growing fatter
on summer’s fainty surrender—
leftover tints of tender cornflower
and hints of dainty dove
there’s a sparkle
in the eye of the storm…
his mischievous black gaze
mirrors
the harsh harbinger
of commotion
clash and change—
his piercing “jay-jay” jabs
the maddening mayhem
of menacing air
with an emerald-needled sharpness
of wind-weary pitch pines
anchoring
the beige of coastal dunes
where his refractive blues
take cover
in colorful contrast
ahead
of the bruising
October nor’easter
Everything was fine
My bed sheets felt cool and divine
And my mind wandered
The room began to roll
Until the walls fell away
I wasn't startled
Until I heard the clash of thunder
And lightning flashed before my eyes
My bed was a lonely vessel
In a raging sea
I held on tight
Riding the waves
And I swore I saw Poseidon
Selling lobster fixin's to dancing hermit crabs
But I just held on tight
Feeling bile rise up my throat
Yet I never threw up
And the angry clouds calmed down
After being tickled by a giant feather
Wielded by mice wearing sunglasses
Everything seemed to slow
The wind caressed my face
And my bed drifted on the ocean surface
But if I were to close my eyes
I would fall, fall, fall
Into the depths of darkness
The depths of my mind
But for once I just wanted to drift
On the lonely sea
Surrounded by mobster whales
Shooting off insults at my dirty clothes
But eventually they were left behind
And the bed was trapped at a beach
That beach was my life
I felt the grains of sand between my toes
But I sank, sank, sank
Everything slowly turned black
Until the walls rose up
And my mind wandered
My bed sheets felt cool and divine
Everything was fine
Written: December 31, 2023, For Unseeking Seeker Contest
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“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste”
I wrestle symbolically every day,
While whisking my whimsical mind
For palatable aroma of java-laced cream
Each tantalizing sip satiates soul scarcity,
I taste dopamine-inducing elixir
Idly percolating aromas amplify, blissfully
My psyche turns olfactory with each breath
Savoring pureness of quench coffee
True coffee lovers' sacred rite
Bred from mountain slope flora
Large, roasted grains
Combined with chives
Espresso of our selection
Invigorating the poetic muse.
A cloying symphony lingers
Caramel, chocolate, hints
Roasted beans croon a melody
Susurrous sumptuous surreptitious
startling soul's sempiternal shields
Java ushered to an ambrosian niche
Where time halts and fears sway
All worries dissolve
Java-infused serenade heals this soul.
Weary-treating opulent, black potion
Comforting and cheering
Sips reveal life's essence
A hint of sonata transcends clash
Every sip is a sensory delight
A fabulous favor, a flavor flipping
Utopian bitterness-sweetness mix
An inexhaustible smorgasbord style.
Aphonic aqua vitae aurifies my soul
Seeking solace in stories of slight delights
In this brew, I uncover truth
A breath of blissfulness brings youth
Let aroma spread as I sip and relish
Nurturing and boldening my soul
I am enamored with Java core virtues
An idyllic instant resolves everything
Breath to breathe, I'll purify my soul
Savor and sustain every drop
During my coffee ritual
Feel a link to a bit victual.
mid song ~
yet almost lost to longing
methods of the mundane
soothe no more
distance holds my gaze
in ways that purge time
but not infatuation
the intricacy of binding spells compels
steals me back
to last gasps
of ecstasy
shimmers of tears clash
with murmurs still embedded in stone
lapping waters draw me under
until it is I that is too weak of will
within your embrace
I should expire
entranced completely by desire
no lapsing thoughts
nor dread in swathes
a mystery scaled
in a myriad of ways
woken up and ushered in
retrieved from perpetuality of sin
by moving earth
and crashing wave
transfixed eternal
by all the ways you save
Staying at a Marriott,
You know just what you'll get.
In terms of cleanliness and style,
You have no need to fret.
The same applies to other chains -
It's comforting to find
The room decor and toiletries
Are what you had in mind.
But when you book a local inn,
It's always a surprise.
Descriptions of your room might clash
With what's before your eyes.
It may be better, may be worse,
But one thing is for sure;
It won't resemble any room
You've ever had before.
So play it safe or take a chance
But either way, relax;
When you're away, enjoyment should
Be amped up to the max.
Hot humid air
Raindrops punctuate;
Rainy rhythm sums
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Teatime chat
Two old friends;
Ideas escalate
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Old estate tour
Catchup gossip;
Weather highlights
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Essays aerate
Symbols tell;
Profound charade
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Stray hallway music
Blues singer croons;
Long-forgotten tune
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Bad mojo
Vile rumours show;
Sick charades
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Protest march
Human outcry;
Demands echo
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Detect plight
Risk in-flight;
Who is right?
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Angry words
Clash of wills;
Compromise dead
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Death hurls
Forced entry;
Sudden departure
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Memory swipe
Not much here;
Dying embers
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Leon Enriquez
21 September 2016
Singapore
shall i wait for his plane to land?
— or meet him midair in pillowy-clouds,
clear the aisles meant for two,
order the finest dinner a steward can zoom,
prepare to feast on fingers and toes,
earlobes and sweet bubblegum lips.
shall i wait for the hail from the air?
— or fly my own airlines to climb aboard
certainly we don’t need two seats, only one
and that one is blushing from all of this touching.
shall I vigorously fly like a drone?
— spying out my love in from Japan
shall he unwrap an early present
i’m wearing red and green ribbons
...he’s wearing none.
~ certainly two stars search the horizon
~ climaxing at the speed of light’s dreams
air pressure certainly entertaining
the clash of thunder and lightning
a show of stupendous energy
for three weeks has weakened my pulse
and my knees.
I hightail to meet my love
in the air, so close and yet
i’ll certainly have to wait ‘til he lands
so he can take me back to the heavens.
12/21/2018
Every now and again we go nuclear
Two archaeologists dusting off the past
Hurting with words as sharp as swords
It’s all over for twenty-minutes, dead.
Then the air clears and red mist departs
You smile at me and I laugh with you
My head's on your legs, hand in my hair
I’m insecure, pained, afraid, a baby
For a month or more, we understand
Not a cross word, a team, united together
Then pressure of our closeness, routine
Another nuclear clash no-holes barred, war
The peaks so sweet and troughs excruciate
Harmony reigns we are king and queen
Inseparable, colossal, two towers of strength
Me by your side and you by mine forever
Both stubborn as mules, immovable frown
Digging our heals in, pawing the ground
Me Aquarius, you Taurus, death, not surrender
You’re the adversary, you’re love, you’re friend
Can’t live without you, won’t live without you
Afraid of losing you, afraid of keeping you
You’ll never control me, I’ll never rule you
Christ, it’s all quiet now on the western front!
David Cox 04/09/20
HAIKU MOMENT 13
Silence speaks sublime
Calm cheery content;
Primal poise profound
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Mindful meditation
Words stream succinct;
Poetic conversation
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Silence feels loud
Learn, unlearn, re-learn;
Each book a good friend
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Poise flavours peace
Seek beauty here;
Truth endears
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Earthly concerns
This and that way;
Too many chores
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Wants and needs
Clash of discontent;
Purge desire
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Urgency
Frivolity;
Fantasy
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Fashion ideas
Style structures;
Thought frames substance
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Face-to-face
Smiles embrace;
Happy lifestyle
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This moment here
Embrace passion;
Sunset serenade
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News flash
Death and taxes;
Nothing new commutes
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Leon Enriquez
02 September 2016
Singapore