Long Crab Poems
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when war approaches, miles away
it scuttles sideways like a crab
or creeps slowly, slowly and slowly
like a reptile,
with holocaust claws;
a quick eye sees,
a smart heart reads,
at distance.
war, as you may think,
is not the pandemonium
occasioned by the actions of noisy missiles,
nor the havoc wrought by Satan 2 explosion.
war is not the sporadic shootings
nor the rumbling grenades
that make the noble cities a desolation.
war is quiet!
war is when the noise has died down,
and the murky smoke disappears
from the sky
to settle in the mind;
and sundry sicknesses begin to creep
upon the earth.
war is when poor souls are left
to endure the wroth of a ferocious hunger;
when we remember our friends and lovers
but can never again see their faces.
then the soul wanders
in the nostalgic path of peacetime,
and we wish those cruel days never be.
war is the sight of miserable kids
separated from their parents
without a parting message.
war is the plight of women stripped naked
by the death of husbands and children,
and that of the promising kids turning waifs
amidst of desolations.
but we can win a war and lose nothing,
we can win a war without a gunshot,
if we avoid it early.
for those who start fire
are not burned by it.
those consumed by the flame
never want war.
must we let peace lead
and shun war.
must we let love rescue the earth
from the verge of extinction.
for when we fight in the war,
it's only our friends that we kill.
60's Child
I found myself at the tail end of childhood then,
Coming out of its long sunny sleep;
The days and nights of pleasures, terrors, wonders
Strung together to make up the pitted landscape
Of being small
Still filled my world and made it whole.
Mostly i remember things like:
Summer crab feasts, "I Love Lucy" reruns
"Laugh-In" bits, the drone of ball games on t.v.,
Trips into town to my Grandfather's old store
For candy and comics
Back before my town became Yuppie Central.
Another child raised beneath the cathode rays' glow,
My mind absorbed images, words with only hinted meanings
- Like the smiling faces in the cigarette ads
The offhand reports of body counts
From a faraway, makebelive war,
i heard and felt the many signs of strain
Between the longhaired Bigger Kids and their parents;
But not for me their world of confused revolt.
That would come later, milder in my case
When I became one of their second, weaker, wave.
No, I stepped out of the close land of childhood
Just after it was all over;
Wondering ever since,
Just what it was I'd missed, or hadn't
By dint of being a kid of the fabled 60's.
I am the mother of chaos and beauty,
You can either love or hate me.
I behold the mythology of the Greek gods,
The book of Folktales you been told.
I am your oracle, you seek my guidance,
At night you come to tell me all your dreams and secrets.
I gave you my strength to be strong and bold, like a Taurus bull,
Or cunning and deceiving, using my Scorpion sting.
Some of you are mesmerized by my beauty,
I bring the Virgo out in you, to be complex and still lovely.
As I sail over the seven seas, your curiosity, captured me,
My Pisces personality watches you calmly, wishing we are like Gemini.
But because I am also chaos and not only bring hope,
Libra judges you with her scales,
And when I convicted you,
Sagittarius released his arrow and gave you pain.
During the day I hide like a hermit Crab, away from your eyes,
Not to see how my loneliness feel.
But remember I will always be on your subconscious mind,
Because I am the Constellations, you need me.
Everybody is talking, stripping myths from the night's sky,
Revealing stars as lonely sparks, hanging cold, up on high.
Telling me the distances, in light-years displayed,
Dispelling the ancient constellation patterns there arrayed.
Talking of the trillions, miles we’ll never roam.
Telling me that heaven is too far from home;
Counting grains of sand in an endless sea;
Draining all the meaning the skies once held for me.
Written in the stars tonight,
It's not their distance, not their age in light;
But the zodiac figures are what I feel is just right—
Written in the stars tonight.
See the ram is rising, pushing through the dawn.
See the bull of Taurus ploughing with its horn.
A lion in the summer with a burning golden mane.
A maiden with her harvest of golden, glinting grain.
Scales that hold the balance when daylight fades.
A scorpion in the shadows where weary wanderer strays.
A crab that guards the shoreline where the tides can sleep.
There's an archer flinging arrows far and wide into the deep.
A goat that climbs the mountains when the sky breaks through.
A water-bearer pouring fish into a lake that's calm, solemn blue.
Written in the stars tonight,
Looking up above, left and right,
Ancient minds offer the only real insight—
Written in the starlit stories, tonight.
So I’m turning from the stats of measured sky.
Back to where the stories and shadows lie.
Where myths still creak, twinkling specks still speak,
Of things we all cherish, things our hearts want to keep.
Written in the stars tonight,
Looking up above, left and right,
Ancient minds offer better insight
Into the myths that still can ignite—
Awe and wonder in eyes bright with delight,
Seeing what's written in the stars tonight.
Not in cold and endless might;
But in the ancient stories we can cite —
As written in the stars tonight,
Written in the stars tonight.
At One With The Sea
Lying on the sand the wave toppled over me
Before I knew it I was dragged far out to sea
I gulped in and struggled to find much needed air
But before I ran out of breath I found I didn’t care.
A silver sided fish came and looked at me
Followed by a little crab looking on attentively
I turned around and noticed my hair was now green
It looked just like seaweedlong and beautiful with a sheen.
My legs, long and lovely but feeling quite strange
I felt like a sailor walking without a sailors gait for change
Under my foot a swish of a long thin tail
As a whip tailed scorpion chased a whelk or was it a sea snail.
A tumbling spiked anemone caught in the swirl
Rolling by my feet its spines did not curl
The sun shining down but not burning me
Well how could it really, I’m under the deep blue sea.
An inquisitive shrimp skitters by rather quick.
Not sure if it’s him I am there to pick.
A shoal of silver fish dart around in a fantastic formation
Like a million starlings in a spectacular murmuration.
I am now one with the sea, a real water baby.
I swim around with ease like a true mermaid lady
My long shiny hair trails behind me in the water.
Searching for a mermaid man, if there is one in this quarter.
Put your beach chair down
On the soft sand near the jetty,
Slip off your sandals and
The towel wrapped around your waist,
Lie back and close your eyes.
Relax. Let your mind empty.
Listen to the waves
Splashing onto the shore
And burbling back through the rocks.
Let the late afternoon sun
Turn your bones to butter and
Release the tensions of the day.
No cell phone, no books,
No wrestling with worries.
After a while, take a swim
In the cold, sweet, salty ocean.
Open your eyes underwater,
And see the patterns in the sand.
Watch a red crab scuttle by.
Pluck some mussels for dinner
Out of the rocks, store them
Wet in your beach bag
So they won’t get too hot.
Time for a nap in the beach chair
While you dry off a bit.
When the air starts to cool,
Wipe the sand from your feet,
And put on your sandals.
Leave the beach, happy, relaxed
And ready for dinner.
Buzzing bees
Harvesting flowers;
Nectar miracle
Evening sunset
Sensational last light;
Balcony moments
By park bench
Wind blows debris;
Siesta for old man
Happy young couple
Swaying on cloud nine;
Spontaneous serenade
Meandering flow
Windy ripples;
Coconut journey
Morning psalmists
Birdsong winging;
Eastward echoes
Blush of new bud
Promise of spring;
Joy bursting forth
Wayside flowers
Unnoticed adornments;
Talking to the wind
Pulse of sea waves
Salty breeze;
Stray feet linger
Seaside rendezvous
Chilli crab feast;
Family gathering
Voice of the sea:
Mystic wisdom echoes;
Nobody listens
Leon Enriquez
18 Feb 2014
Singapore
So there I was this early morn. standing on a pier with just myself and one other.
As I was awaiting for the next unlucky crab to grab hold of my drop-line, I start to chat with the quiet man that has been standing next to me the entire time.
I slowly nod my head and with a pleasant face, I say to him "LIFE IS GOOD"
Circling over his head and soaring through the cloudless lite-blue sky, a flock of hungry seagulls.
Below, the mild bay rippled as the tide began to return to sea.
Again, I say to the quiet man "LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL"
As the morning grew late and my basket filled with dinner, I decide to pack up my gear and head back to my vehicle- the quiet man followed.
I take one last glance at the gorgeous surroundings I was leaving and again I say to the quiet man "IT'S BEEN WONDERFUL CHATTING WITH YOU MY FRIEND" I then, alone, open my car door, sit down, fasten my seatbelt and we both drive home together; smiling.
The Quiet Man- my shadow
Most of the night
He had sit home
Waiting
Begging and pleasing
Reneocating
She had promised her time
With another
He had been seen as an
Alternative
She wished to be with
another
The evening came which
He had been seduced
Morning of soft crab breakfast
Where the creams
Had been reduced
Months later they spoke of
that night together
She was pregnant then she
Thought he'd say whatever
Of them together he asked her to
Stay
Maybe us together we should start
To pray
He wished her the marrying type
But was to fool to ask
She just played alone like
She was part of a cast
Emotions ran high
He was wise enough to ask
Said "marry me the foolish one
we can do it fast"
Slow down hell no, but will marry you
Than the awkward foolishness
Would all be through
The brain - the instincts -- the beauty-- the health - the years-- the courage. I thank him who "has all power" for these gifts by using them.!
The compassion- the creativity- the passion- the love, and the wisdom. I thank him for these gifts by sharing what I have with my fellow man.
All the gifts- All the attributes endowed unto me which allow me the power to act feel, and rise to the occasion. I will not wait for God to intervene.
When he has created me in his own image- and has sent me equipped with the armor to battle all the causes- and wars and atrocities did against my fellow man.
I have the precious ability to discern what is in front of me to do. I will not turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to the misdoings -killings-and abuses done to any of his creations.
I will not determine what God's will is ...but as I know what my ears are for- and as I know what my teeth are for - I know also what he has equipped me to do-
And I certainly will not ignore the truth of any matter "for to ignore_ the truth is “Ignor -ance”.
No more than deception that keeps you in a trance-
Coward's waiting for God to do That which he sent hue-mans to do...
Whenever my creator sees me slipping; This question enters my mind and I paraphrase.
"How can you ignore your brother's suffering and say: "You love me whom you have never seen”?
Some people will give a" crippled crab a crutch" –
But will not speak up against the killings of blacks, children or the needy –
Nor will they even offer a "hungry human humus".
(that is old beans, for human beings).
A little pun for fun - yet seriously... we need to smile as we think about how we think.
My brain, my health, my wealth, and knowledge: My courage - my compassion and my passion; Should all (I pray), be used for the betterment, and the upliftment of my fellow man.
Where to start?
I start by looking in the closest corner to shine my light, as long as I have the precious ability to do so.
And when I am but a faded photo in the book of days gone,
I pray, that I have given someone the "precious ability to carry on" ...
To carry-on...