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When the telegram came I entered another world
So many questions with so few answers
Why did you have to go on that last tour
Thoughts without you, how do I tell our children
The morning arrives when our family parts in presence
But our love will remain in our hearts and souls
We will stand proud amidst the sadness
And say our goodbye's at the folding of the flag
Heartfelt sympathies grace his memories as we absorb
the warmth from family, friends and colleagues
The long walk back to the car has me looking over
my shoulder, hoping that I'll see you one more time
Conversations abound in the periphery, whilst tears interject
on this emotional day
Through the voices I look one last time, silence I now meet
Without you in our lives, we now reside in an empty apartment
.
Have I ever told you that …
“I don’t know what we’re supposed to do next.”
Loveless, we sat down together to our evening meal.
It wasn’t until I collected by bag at the airport that I realised I didn’t love him anymore.
The fridge started to gurgle.
He merely let me stroke his hair, unlike my daughter who enjoyed my attention and touch.
… conversations meld and mould and melt …
He knew it as well as I did that we hadn’t laughed in a long, long time.
I can’t do it. I can’t do it. I just can’t wake to another day of the mundane.
“You really are the spitting image of him” I said, whilst straightening his tie and top button.
Bang.
Five years ago, I never would have predicted that this would have been my life.
… and develop into what could be or should be or will be …
I mean, the obituary in the newspaper didn’t even get the date that she died correct.
All was well now.
In hindsight, I just should not have said that I would.
He faltered, like a new born calf taking its first slippery steps.
“This is what it’s all been leading up to.”
Radio blasting
Loud music screams;
Intruding words
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Mental movie
Visualisation techniques;
Attract good stuff
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Cellphone outlet
Mobile accessories;
Too much distractions
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Secular world view
Greedy appetites ground;
Competition chokes
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Lunch banquet
Feast for the senses;
Frugality absent
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Temple visit
Ancestors await;
Family reunion
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Church Sunday service
Sermon on the Mount;
Wise Jesus echoes
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Late night rendezvous
Lakeside stroll;
Ghosts figures flirt
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Downtown trip
Shopping excavations;
Designer goods in tow
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Here we sit
Two old lovers;
Tea and chocolate cake
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Book of wisdom
Wise message tutors;
Private conversations
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Leon Enriquez
11 June 2015
Singapore
Words without meaning are the ones unsaid
Dangling conversations wrapped in silence
Uncomfortable quiet sets in at sea
Unknown causes stay between the spaces where you are
Between the lines of reason far from the shore
No cause for alarm as you pause to speak
The ship was meant to sink in ugly weather
Hang on to every word of confidence
Let go when you arrange your thoughts
Below the waves
Significance is an afterthought
That's important
There are no calculators made for feeling
They can not sense mortality or love
Or discern that which can be surmised
There was kindness in her eyes
Once upon a time when she went down
Before the ship rises in waves of memory
Takes her with the storm, once again no more
Don't be concerned
Sinking to new depths
Remember to consign oblivion to the past
Unforgiving words, there to forget
Words without meaning remain unsaid
She feels like the rain-
open and omnipresent.
He feels like the fire-
contained and dampened by her.
She feels trapped in her words,
And he strolls in his silence.
She walks blind
Not knowing when to turn
or take a step back.
He barges in with his reasons,
and knocks her cane off.
She fumbles with despair,
He- with his whispers.
She dances in mad circles,
chasing memories,
He walks on straight lines-
building beliefs.
She spends all her days
lying under the tress-
smiling, waiting for the emptiness of the fall.
And he spends all his nights
counting faces, making conversations,
Until he has known them all.
Observe and see
Festive cheer warms;
Spirits set free
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Cherry blossoms
Pink carpet pathway;
Waiting patiently
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Here's to you
Sakura moments;
Sparkling sunshine
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Moon overhead
View from my window;
Tender conversations
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Mahjong games
Relatives chit-chat;
My winning streak
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Touch of magic
Spring wind rustles;
Cheery blossoms fall
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Moonlight stroll
Old arch bridge;
Squeaky wood groans
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Two cats sit
Eerie moon glow;
February interlude
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Business sold
Fortune gained;
Hollow feeling
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Here's to good cheer
Another year;
Grey hairs draw near
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Old footpath short cut
Patient feet chiseled;
Old habits die hard
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Memories unfurl
Grass verge updates;
Poignant moments
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Joy greets sorrow
Sad together;
Melancholia sings
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Elysia calls
Going home again;
Sudden departure
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Photo album
Old era relatives;
Sepia burnout
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Study abroad
Down Under Melbourne;
Kangaroo hop-scotch
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Tinge of sadness
Stop to remember;
Fond times quicken
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Airport terminal
Exquisite dine-in;
One for the road
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Listless here
Holiday moods;
Mahjong punctuation
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Toss of lucky food
Yu Sheng expose;
Fortune smiles
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Words catch up
Meaning and motive;
Juxtapose
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Spring season
Oriental red;
Chinatown tinctures
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Leon Enriquez
22 February 2015
Singapore
As human, with humans, like milk with water, you mingled.
In you, love for anyone and anywhere got kindled.
Martha, Mary, and Lazarus were your friends and neighbours.
They from you, and you from them, bestowed and received favours.
As a sister to a brother, Martha brought you complaints.
Mary was busy with immortal matters like the saints.
Tell Mary to reach out to me in my work, Martha said.
Mary has chosen the best; you said, Let her go ahead.
Meals, conversations, and times of joys and sorrows you shared
For each of their feelings, as though a close comrade you cared
Sparks of celestial graces engulfed them in your presence.
As though innocent children, there's no self-complacence.
With contemplation and action, life, death, and rising flew
In your words, deeds, and actions, breezes of compassion blew.
God created human beings in his likeness,
We are, hence, filled with his great luminous brightness;
Are we not, then, princes and princesses, in truth?
Why should we be, to our very persons, uncouth?
Are you worried about your surface appearance?
How should the sun be finer in its coherence?
Doesn’t the full-moon have its abundance, complete?
Are the twinkling stars, in lambency, incomplete?
Why should be your psychic impulse seemingly weak,
When God has designed your vigor in highest peak?
Why should consternation overpower your path,
When, fundamentally, you are a perfect math...?
Though, I counsel you, I must to myself admit,
That I have, been undergoing this inner split;
I felt shy to see others, leave alone talking,
My footsteps failed me often, when I was walking...!
Facing strangers was, for me, like crucifixion,
Climbing on a stage, within me, fashioned friction;
Slip of tongue, like perennial dark clouds, filled me,
Stammering betwixt key conversations killed me...!
I just started loving me as I truly am,
Am I not Mother-Nature’s flawless diagram?
I started spending time with those I did not like,
Good and bad and beautiful and ugly alike...!
I felt the need of being out of my closed self,
Gaining nourishment from the creator himself;
Filling the vacuum within, with godly grace,
Optimism in my thoughts and actions, I did trace...!
Together with the awareness of my being,
From every pessimism my inner self, freeing;
In each undertaking, to god's will, agreeing,
I headed toward my integral well-being...!
29 April 2022
a flick of the hair head tilt-
a little coquetish smile a teasing question
all part of the flirting game
tickling winking flattery giggling
speaking those sweet nothings
chatting up
flattering comments
long silly conversations
flirting can be just for fun or be more
friends co-workers total strangers
people flirt
its all in the body language the vocal tone
volume
intonation
feigned interest
the flirter sends out signals a touch a look
perhaps just playful or may be dangerous
a flick of the hair head tilt-
a little coquettish smile a teasing question
all part of the teasing game
can be flattering can be uncomfortable
or can be harmless fun or have more intent
blowing a kiss footsies under the table
raise an eyebrow a little hand touch perhaps
send a secret note
write a love poem
stage an encounter
flirters can be devious and relentless
the batting of the eyelashes old tactic
but it still works
next thing you know your
exchanging personal numbers
careful-
_______________________________
July 13, 2015
Free Verse
For the contest, Flirt, sponsor, Casarah Nance
First Place
First, love hears the bell
before the hand has touched it
dawn before daybreak—
Reactions are quick and sure,
latency's irrelevant.
Later, there's a pause
a brief delay in response,
as both already
know what to say, why, and when
and then, how each one will react
Next maturity
permits an intermission,
hearth-warm brief silences
in the shared conversations,
a time to trust the givens.
Misunderstanding
blooms slowly in known voices—
old maps for new roads
the old answers come too soon,
not from who stands at the door.
So love must relearn
the true art of latency—
to pause—then reply
with enough consistency
to stave off complacency.