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She covets luxury so unprecedented
especially a lingerie made by a thousand hands
with sparkling diamonds out of bounds to human sight
and covers made out of a century of crafting.
He wants a green eyed Caucasian female
with typical African voluptuous curves
and an Asian radiance and rare brilliance
rendering an unthinkable level of submission.
They want a colourful and commanding job
giving a bank-staggering salary which is inversely proportional
to its official tasks and responsibilities but go hand in hand
with luxurious benefits and jaw breaking allowances.
We want a locality made up of
Australian cities, the British police and German manufacturers;
Swiss leadership, Chinese flowers and Italian designers;
French delicacies, American entertainment and the wealth of Arabia.
Thus the world of our fantasies is limitless
and the map of our imaginations is borderless and endless
even as our wishes and good life temporarily date,
we should always shake up the senses
to the realization of the actual existing world
while we pursue in all honesty, the one’s within our reach.
written on the 6th of January 2016
sponsor- Broken Wings
The Rattle
Sleeping in the same bed
with death
Hearing it breathing
close to my chest
The hours pass
slowly
From twilight
till dawn
The rattle
incessant
In dreams that
— prolong
*********
They Target ...
Some say ...
“People aren’t good
they want to be bad
“And dropping their vail
they prey
on the sad
“Vicarious evil
they spin
in the dark
“Entrapping the
weakened
— they target and mark”
*********
The Last Hope
Everything belongs
to those who will steal
Entitlement covets
the ones who straight deal
Ownership lies
in the will to invade
And take what another
has paid for in spades
History written
by winners and thieves
Who preyed on those weaker
morality grieves
That final comeuppance
the Good Book contains
The only hope left
— when justice abstains
*********
Colors Of The Night
Memory ill-begotten
in this land
of broken dreams
Passion exists
in scant supply
heartache packed in reams
Feelings dark
and tainted
in colors of the night
Where here I sit
my soul remiss
— with no escape in sight
********
Sleeping Alone
At the base
of the bed
there’s a crevice
Hiding
every memory
of pain
That losing you
has caused
me
Where I sleep
alone
— again
********
Hope Returns
A new gift
every morning
Ain’t rich
but Lord I’m free
Hope returns
with each new
sunrise
— washing over me
(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)
The fans are wild and crazy -
It’s the name of the game…
The game that’s most watched on the planet!
No, not American football -
Why it’s the soccer match of course – what else!
You’re simply an outsider if you’re not a fan –
Everyone covets that annual Ballon d’Or
And if you don’t, you’re so very odd!
Every country is represented -
Soccer is the Olympics of sports.
One eye on the dreaded penalty box…
While watching for the bend, that feat of magic,
For the screamer to see why it’s called a screamer,
Loving that howler as long as it’s not by your team,
And when your team has fallen behind,
Is there a better goal than the equaliser ?!
Praying for a brace or better yet a hat trick
Aiming for the GOAT
Hello…! the ‘greatest of all time’!!
Where have you been ?!!
And when that final whistle blows…
The whole world will take notice
And rise for the winner of FIFA !
AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on June 18, 2018 for contest 2018 WORLD CUP sponsored by MARK TONEY - RANKED 1ST
Note chaos that swirls in empty shades;
Observe and see the rowdy waves;
Infux of twirls of muddles made;
Sense faint beauty that comes dares to brave;
Empty this whirl that shouts to trade.
Charm feels a sway as passion flings;
Hope primes the path to help you grow;
Offer to play with rhymes you spring;
Invoke fun stuff that steal the show;
Cheer funds wise stray with joy that sings;
Explore enough the course of flow.
Vouch for the lines of thought and feel;
Opt to just say what heart knows well;
Ink now refines words that reveal;
Calmness portrays the cast that dwells;
Express clear signs to forge appeal.
Cheer speaks softly of pleasant ploys;
Aim to be still in mystic core;
Look now gently as peace employs;
Mind, heart and will can surge grand store.
Be a great soul with a true heart;
Abide in grace that raptures bliss;
Love frames the whole in end and start;
Meet face to face in "All That Is."
Pray not to prey upon false need;
Sense a deep greed that covets things;
Align your play with touch that seeds;
Look beyond need to hurl fond flings;
Meet divine days with ample feed.
Love is the way to meet each cause;
Incite your heart to know the way;
Value each stay in your life's course;
Extend each start in touch and sway.
Live your fond quest in mundane strands;
Offer to be your best version;
Vouch beyond tests to mark your stand;
Embrace and see your sure vision.
Love what you do and laugh with cheer;
Align your space with timely zest;
Urge wit in you to spark things clear;
Give jest sure place as pun frees quest;
Humour hurls due finesse that steers.
Leon Enriquez
13 May 2014
Singapore
From predawn birth, you dwell alone,
Preferring deep shadowland over light.
So much easier to conceal what is shown,
Nascent ember forelimbs that daunt your sight.
With growth in undying murk, and wings in flames
In brilliant reds, yellows, golds all blazing.
Flying is hopeless with birds of other names.
Passions rage from wings, arresting, so amazing.
Oh firebird, searing, sizzling, soaring, scorch,
Torrid your dazzling, craving fiery force.
You blister iron night like a blowtorch,
A fuming, fever unleashed from an innate source.
Transfixing terror, tormenting trusted truth,
Firestorm fervency awakened in sleep zones.
Fire wings of lasting, lusting, lingering youth.
Each breath covets and dreads your roaring cyclones.
Your infernal dance, your ardent limbic rapture
Descending, curling, exploding, and unfurling,
Brassy, flammable breeze is dream conjure,
Ascending, arcing, igniting in fine sterling.
Oh firebird, you rise from rudimentary wings,
From embryonic burnings, and larval aspirations,
From timid beginnings to radiant pinion waving,
with Inspiration, you bring her brother, Trepidations.
Date: 02/24/2022
Title: The Rudiments of Wings Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Do not wear pride like a necklace
For God detests pride and arrogance
Pride does not go unpunished
Pride leads to disgrace
Humility is rewarded with wisdom
While pride begets destruction
Cause it takes credit for God’s accomplishments
And covets God’s glory
Pride demeans others
It arrogates sense of Almightiness
To a mere mortal
Pride stifles growth of other virtues
Makes one to reject help needed
Prevents one to listen and help others
And deludes one into believing
In one’s self sufficiency
But in reality Pride is admission of weakness
Pride leads to extreme selfishness
Pride does not gratify
Pride does not exulte
Rather it dehumanizes and belittles
Can blood ever be cooled to its level
Or hormones tamed in its reality?
Can body receptors bow to its requests
and human feelings subjected to its command?
"Thank You"-its usual response to scorn
and forgiveness, its default reaction to all offenders.
In passive agreement, it accepts its fate after been cheated,
and giving a warm smile is its solution to mockery.
Its countenance, too innocent to beget anger,
and can never be seen near jealousy.
Selfishness, been its only registered enemy
and only covets more joy in seeing a smiling face.
A person wearing its shoes,
can rescue his enemies in times of need,
can feed his own most irritating rumor mongers,
can accommodate his most disturbing rivals,
and can take a step backwards for his competitors,
just because Peace is its trade mark name.
Many see this as weakness,
or rather foolishness in the highest order
and incomprehensible to normal minds,
especially in a contemporary world of crime.
it is a virtue so rare to find,
impossible to grasp, even within a million miles,
and never seen even a thousand feet below the sea.
but it still exist in a very few.
and though it manifest rarely,
like a recessive gene,
its wonders are still endless and infinite.
My weaken body lay motionless on the rock covered beach, as the night time moon shines its light upon its waters, its own shadow cover it like a blanket of death..
I lay motionless my breath sloweth to a snails pace, my body covets in seaweed, no more fight do I have, not even a slightest breath.
I yearn for the coming of the outgoing tide to carry me out into the empty sea, my love, my kindness no longer felt on thus earth, my family has turned away as so has all the others.
So has the sea bird spreads its wings as to lift off into the darkened sky, my eyes are searching sadly for the waves of grief, death, its waters have swept beneath my limp body, my empty saddened, shameful heart, takes its final beat.
God has made HIS choice, “it is well with my SOUL” He giveth, HE take it away” My empty soul I leave here for whomever I have hurt, I have nothing left to give thus world, I feel my body carried out to the SEA in which GOD created.
Goodbye my Souls, please do not stand and weep, for the sun shall rise again, another day has come.
He's everywhere
being the answer to
everything & is
the ultimate quotient
Omnipotent displaying
more than sufficient
omniscience
The run on sentence
that makes sense
of everything
The word of all words
a part yet connected
to everything
The maker
of all dreams
lucid & vague alike
The light
in the darkness
but also the darkness
that covets the light
Witness to every reality
with an eye for
all potentialities
This sight for sore eyes
is both the pupil
& teacher
A preacher
with many dimensions
using planes
like churches
It comes as no surprise
to those that learned
to see deeply with
inner eye urges
The immersion
offers you a peek
behind the curtains
unveiling what lies
therein
There are no lies in him
for he personifies truth
in the form of matter
It's the explanation
at the top of the ladder
after questioning
every step that matters
Oh brother - why do you shun me so,
For I’m the truth you want no one to know,
I’m the bitter to your sickly sweet,
The ravaged attack of your feeble defeat.
I am the darkness in your light,
I am the blind that covets your sight,
I am the sinner that loves to sin,
Whilst your the one who strives to win.
You would not survive without my existence,
For I am the hand that offers resistance,
Without my dark you wouldn’t know light,
I give you the day but I rule the night.
Deny as you must but make no mistake,
This coexistence will never break,
We take the opposite of what we give,
In order for us both to live.
Because you need me as I need you,
For I can’t lie unless your true,
But do not think that this brings peace,
Nor expect my chaos to cease,
For I would gladly be without you,
But that is something I could never do.
I need your light to to create my dark,
Which is we why can never exist apart .