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It always seems to be raining when she visits.
Its the pitter-patter of bland rain that goes away easily,
It does not seem to be falling, it just persists,
It’s a constant force that conspires against me.
My Persian cats Esmerelda and Fifi freeze,
And their meows become agitated near the back door.
As my thoughts are blown away on the gentle breeze.
I’ll forget to feed them as I have done before.
The dogs down the street seem to change their howling sound.
It sounds like warroull, it’s not their usual bark.
Every living thing that flies or walks on the ground,
Knows and welcomes her into this palace of dark.
Soon there is the soft tapping on the window pane,
There she is again, the dark neatly dressed lady.
She is not covered in water despite the rain,
My buzzing drifting mind ignores the irony.
There is always a cough at the door when she comes to see me.
Although it is pouring she asks me to follow,
It ‘s a walk void of time, down to the endless sea,
Where there is no sunlight today or tomorrow.
Walking into the grey waters I pray for peace.
Perhaps one glorious day the tapping will cease.
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News flash
Paris attacks;
Violence strikes
~~~~~~~~~
Innocent deaths
Terror unveils;
Death delivers
~~~~~~~~~
Madness conspires
Human debris;
Bigotry unleashed
~~~~~~~~~
Evil men scheme
Distorted agendas;
Self-destruct roams
~~~~~~~~~
Good people die
Bloodbath escalates;
Terror unleashed
~~~~~~~~~
Signs of our times
Deceptive turbulence;
Mortal casualties
~~~~~~~~~
Moods swayed
Fear catapults;
Distorted means
~~~~~~~~~
Uneasy chimes
Violent crimes;
Explosive times!
~~~~~~~~~
Details of gore
News galore;
Killing fest
~~~~~~~~~
Retribution
Constitution;
Revolution
~~~~~~~~~
Sorrow sums
Deadly outcomes;
Cruelty strikes
~~~~~~~~~
Newsprint copy
Headline news;
Terror firms madness
~~~~~~~~~
Propaganda hurls
People fodder;
Bombs and bullets
~~~~~~~~~
Create if you must
Lodge your complaint;
Body bags not included!
~~~~~~~~~
Atrocities
Exclusive news;
Pain sells well
~~~~~~~~~
Face to face
Terror redecorates;
Body debris trophies
~~~~~~~~~
Why do you do
The things you do?
Tell me
~~~~~~~~~
Love hurts
Violence hurts;
We all hurt
~~~~~~~~~
Precious times
Ransoms forfeit;
Sad humanity mourns
~~~~~~~~~
The cycle of circles
Bad and good;
Seeking balance
~~~~~~~~~
Maybe we can
Find tomorrow;
Safely better?
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
15 November 2015
Singapore
Laughing, lasting violet truth
Conspires to rest in tender youth.
Embracing the silence, delighted
Feelings trembling, so excited.
Wherever she goes, her heart knows,
Joy fills the night as the wind blows.
Stilling the skies with softest starlight,
Gentling the words that poets write!
Quiet thoughts, soft words who smile,
Rest on the feelings meant to beguile.
Singing of a destiny filled with joy,
From a heart, a soul, who’ll not destroy.
Quivering and quaking, her heart soft,
Reflecting on the music – a tender waft.
Glistening into the night, eternal moon,
Resting with stars God’s hand has strewn!
Restoring peace with His soothing grace,
Knowing a love that time won’t erase.
Budding hope from the seeds, always growing,
Abundant love in the heart, softly glowing.
Wintery blessings fall over my dreams,
As inklings of light rush over rolling streams.
Never a snowflake more thrilling than now,
When wherever I look, I see an ashen bough.
Pulsating like the bird’s breath, I arise,
Lauded by the night – stirred by the skies.
Even in the darkness, there is a beauty,
Potent pleasure beyond what’s her duty.
Stilling the kisses of an evening’s mercy,
Blowing soft against the star’s controversy.
Wonders in hues of cobalt shadows,
Pouring over spirits – for bardes to compose.
Wherever I go, I know I’ll meet with gladness,
Because there is no doubt, He’s taken all my sadness –
Left me with a heart so full, I’ll surely always comply,
Knowing that, because He lives, I shall never die!
Thankful to the One who lived and died on a cross,
Without His saving grace, we’d know the darkest loss.
Thankful for a love that gives me a way beyond this dark,
Into eternity, where His love is heaven’s hallmark!
Oranges and oil
old smells like burning wires
Black cryptic desires
An iron hand upon the velvet
oranges and oil
static noise white hot glows
Softly in the night
Ominous
opulence
oblivions volume
even higher
oranges and oil
Blue oxygen runs
onyx tubes
brighter memories expire
An old man
a dying prize fighter
Conspires
An Eminence of oranges and oil
As objects
ornate
Obsolete
regulate
tangled in Barbwire
oranges and oil
a burnt smell
like twisted wires
deep infinite fire
visions of white noise glows lighter
Of oblique imagery resonates
An old man with an iron hand
Wrapped in velvet fire
Memories desire
as objects oily
with afterthoughts
designates
detonates
resonates
With essences old
Of oranges and oil
Sometimes in Virginia when the scorching madness of xenophobia conspires
with a fragile, violent countenance, I fall to the darkest, bitter poison.
And in that carnage, a nation learns of impending destruction.
But the sounds of heaven like an unstoppable flood, poor over New Orleans and
comfort forlorn victims of embedded justice.
I am men, putting women in cages for birds, beautiful yet bound, loved but
unappreciated.
I am women, forsaking my sisters as they struggle to understand my privilege.
I tell you I am a paradoxical reflection of power and fear, love and vengeance.
And I am unstable.
And when the weight of unpaid wages reaches the precipice of doubt in young
impressionable prisoners of comparison, husbands shoot their children and run
to the abyss.
But I tell you there is a sound of redemption in Jill Scott prophecy and Bell Hooks’
gentle wisdom.
I tell you there is a sound of heaven that leaves me fearless, come what may.
Today, I went swimming with my daughter with a final exam the next day.
And in that moment, I knew that this crucible, does not rule me, bind me, or
define me.
Whatever this is, this unstable suffering of paradoxical reflection.
It does not rule me.
For I am an image of a sacrifice so sublime, that the gates of hell, pain,
conquest, or corporate idolatry cannot stand against it.
And in the end, I know peace forever.
“We are the the magician, who can create,
bliss magnetism in tranquil stillness sedate”
~ quote by poet
A sublime wafting fragrance pervades the air,
bewitching our heart and we wish we could keep
the rapture induced forever thus aware,
savouring the scent as it does inward seep,
in time dissolved silence, by choosing to pair
but on this earth realm, time continues to creep.
Mind’s satirical, whilst heart is lyrical,
so we set out, in search for a miracle.
To etch on our soul, boons that make us feel whole,
the core of our being must exude that love,
so by melding head with heart, in our life role,
inner conflict ends, when both act hand in glove,
transmuting feeble form, as scriptures extol,
paving way for grace, to pour in from above.
Nodes within us stir, bringing gifts of pure myrrh
and as love with love conspires, we too concur.
Have they heard
The flutter of bright wings
The birds are too scared to sing
All the crumbles
Of leaves on the trees
When it’s not fall has everyone wondering
Why is the world deciding to fall
Why are there many wings at every call
Why is all greenery dead as can be
It could only be one thing
The poison butterflies
Gliding through the skies
Finding what it takes to survive
The poison butterflies
Using the supply
Planning to do so much damage in so little time
Those poison butterflies
Have they heard
The crops are all dying
The children are crying
No matter the place
Mothers say
“My dears please don’t worry
We might not last long anyway”
Why is the world deciding to fall
Why won’t the leaders do anything at all
Why are people so blind to the beauty
It could only be one thing
The poison butterflies
Conquering the skies
Doing what it takes to survive
The poison butterflies
Staining the supply
Ready to do so much damage in so little time
Those poison butterflies
No one is safe from the terror of wings
Having more power than a thousand stings
Appearing so pretty but doing much harm
Escaping without any threat and alarm
Beware of the butterflies taking the skies
Close all the windows and leave places where they lie
They fly on flowers to ruin their core
Their contact on common folk bruises and spores
Everything’s died to the poison butterflies
Nothing left for the poison butterflies
The poison butterflies
Conquered the skies
Did what it took to survive
The poison butterflies
Spoiled the supply
Learned how to do so much damage in so little time
Those poison butterflies
Have they heard
The butterflies rule everything
Treat them like the most fearful of kings
Mothers say
“Dears, the world’s not as you know it
But we’ll have to learn that it is okay.”
When life as one knows it
Will be shattered and broken
It could be unspoken
To forget all the tokens
When nature conspires
People are not wired
To gather all that’s ruined and start their own fire
A entirely submissive herd
With so much to learn
But no time remains
They are all stuck in pain
Too afraid of what they could burn
So now and forever
The world is in the reign of those who
Knew how to fly
Conquered the skies
Did all they could to destroy earth in so little time
Those poison butterflies
QUEST
unrest
by choice
thraldoms held
dear
bought or sold
rights underscored
equivalence
in kind
a
moral plea
tendencies sustain
the hapless
&refute
&come untied
then
takes
its toll
conspires
to liberate &
to disband
tumbling
down
then
faces its demise
heartbroken
with dread
shall atone
before all
the tempest fray
endlessly within
join in force
& shares
tolerance
in
a
decision
& make
manifest
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Green the leaf that fell too soon
Shocking display of premature bloom
As if, some way, life spun too fast
To end as swift as it did last
Crisp, still moist with much to say
From the tallest branch
Where the Oak tree lay
In haste, too quick
To breathe it's time
Such as this hastened heart of mine
Fresh as linen with an air of lace
Take clean white tissue to flush of face
Rose pink complexion
A blush too soon
As I make my exit to another room
Take steps gently, ne'eer rush nor race
Be sure of words, don't hesitate
Or sure as green, the leaf fall too soon
Under the tender footsteps of a bride in June
Nature twines her hand with love
Conspires to touch two hearts that should
In her own time
There is no haste
Neath the shades of green
Where the Oak tree waits
8th august 2012
Please entrap in dreamy quick sands
Suspend me in animated pleasure
For another hour or two of leisure
Oh! God I wish her to be with me
For me to feel to behold and see
I don’t wish to go or her to leave me
So I plead with you to keep me and let me be
Oh! Her sweet graceful face slowly fades
My blinking eyes and memory I pray for no degrades
Oh I wish to embrace her now
And my heart yearns for her and wants her somehow
…..implore you my love please don’t go
Do not leave me I can’t bear another blow
I want you to be with ne
And fill my moments with passion and glee
So gods of slumber land I pray to thee
Please make me to sleep for free
So as for me to sleep on ever and ever
And be with my sweetheart and away from her never
So dear don’t fade away and hold on to me
Don’t linger away from me
Please be around in the morning dear
So that it’s a dream no more that I wonder
And if the universe conspires with my dreams
I know how beautiful my life would seem
I will sleep on and on
For your sake after my breath has gone
And will be happy in my dreams
Also would be content so my inner self screams.