Long Crafts Poems
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I went on a journey across the land,
until I got to the beach with it's golden sand.
I was not here for sandcastles and a splash
I've come to collect some more sea-glass.
Some of it is pretty and colourful, but I prefer the black
I want to get as much as possible before I head back.
Black Sea-glass is pirate treasure from what I've been told,
It's etched with silent stories of pirates hunting for their gold.
I can imagine the glass I find as a mug of Pirate rum,
darkened to help prevent it spoiled from exposure to the sun.
"Shiver me timbers" they'd shout, and X marks the spot,
I hope before I go home I've collected an awful lot.
When I get home I'll glue any to my model sea-glass pirate boat,
then when it's complete I'm gonna see if it'll stay afloat.
I've got my fingers crossed that the launch will be no shocker,
and my sea-glass pirate ship ends up like Davy Jones' locker.
Hear with your heart and listen well,
Emerge with grace to feel love's thrill;
Art in fine start crafts poignant spell,
Reveal fine trace where thought greets will;
Touch a fond strain of profound peace.
Meet heart and mind with soul that knows,
Intuit poise plain where gain floods ease;
Now joy in kind flows where love shows,
Delight with smiles that catch the breeze;
Soar beyond rhymes as insight grooms.
Speak pleasant style with time you squeeze,
Observe grand times where beauty blooms;
Urge happy days to sprinkle free,
Live your own way the best you see.
Leon Enriquez
14 March 2016
Singapore
Atlantis, the last of the spacecrafts, left this exterior of world
For the scientific expeditions and to discover something new.
Such heroic spacecrafts search new planets, aliens and herald
New discoveries to us that delude our conscience like the dew.
Send no more spacecrafts to search Aliens (even if these exist)
But send some Land-crafts to the Planet of the Poor, this Earth.
The Poor wait, starved and neglected, with an empty open fist
Where to born as destitute is a Curse and cursed is every birth.
A single gram of meal for an Astronaut costs more, yes, more
Than the whole year cost of a poor man who lives to struggle.
Send a Land-craft, at least, to this unexplored planet of poor,
You will discover luminescence of God in their simple smile.
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The needle pricks,
not fabric~
but the space between my ribs.
A threadbare heart,
pulled taut,
threatening to snap
with every awkward tug.
I am not like Mother;
I am no seamstress~
just a woman
with frayed edges
and hands that fumbles
with mending.
Each missed stitch
leaves a gap~
a tiny wound
where the light slips in,
unasked for.
And still,
I knot the thread,
bite it clean,
press my palm
to the uneven seam
Feelin’ stitchy is an old school term meaning feeling out of sorts. Today, the phrase implies a sense of enthusiasm or passion for embroidery and related crafts.
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Midst mild and wild tumults like eddy, vortex, swirl, and whirl,
A maelstrom is a summation of curl and twirl and hurl;
Weather and season get amalgamated with currents,
Winds, storms, gales, squalls, haboobs, and wuthers become deterrents;
Vacuum, like caves or tunnels, into hearts of water,
That curve and cleave and crack, and clang and constantly clatter...!
I have never been to the far or deep sea for fishing,
Or for an adventure that involves mind-body squishing;
Corvettes, cruisers, battle crafts, frigates, and great galleons,
Have got gulped by the colossal maelstrom daedalians;
To the courtyards of the sea gods, these underpasses lead,
Wherein, motionless, creatures feel absolute bondage freed...!
Chaos, violence, and ethnic hatred in every form,
A ship-devouring maelstrom as an innate psychic norm;
Regions, regimes, trade, and populace seeking protection,
Religious democracy coming to conscience flexion;
Wanes into vain vanquish; drains virtues into cosmic pain,
Strife to swim against maelstroms is our existential gain...!!!
20 March 2023
'M' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Maelstrom
Rhyme Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How May Syllables
Russia Discovers The Moon - Invades Mars
Vladimir Putin and Mother Russia, co-authors of the universe
Inventors of the colors pink and red
Turned green with envy one day, thought about places to travel
So off they go to discover the Moon, to be the first
Because that is what they do
Landed there in 1962 with all its citizens we're told
143 million of them to be exact made the trek intact
Space crafts were obsolete by then according to the Kremlin
So they flew their entire land mass along with Putin
On a tiny unicorn pony
Pink and pretty and sweet, (As all good Communist ponies should be)
Off they flew on their backs, reminiscent of Santa with his sacks
We might add for dramatic effect and flavor
The unicorn was handsome and fearless like their savior
Superior leader Putin, also rides a horse in winter
No shirt or shoes to please the masses
My my he looks so massive when filled with gases
Wearing only a smile and gun to pleasure his people
After landing on the Moon
The Russians soon became confused, uncomfortable too
Unable to spend their rubles there…. Life is so unfair
No food, no water or oxygen to use
Worst of all, no hotel rooms or saunas
The USA insisted they return to Earth
As the world was starting to wobble
Something to do with missing land masses
Real estate values were starting to suffer
When Russia moved to the Moon
They must return immediately according to the US military
Return on the same unicorn pony that brought them
And stay out of interstellar matters or else
The Communist Party was happy with the lunar mission
With or without permission
Next season they will take over Mars
Put little green men in their place
Paint them red, including their faces
So they can look like Communists and Putin too
Who, is still superior ruler of the universe
And yes!… He rides stars and little pink ponies today
With permission from mommy and daddy
Who buy him ride tickets after his chores and dishes are done
A charming town, with bobbing boats
And restaurants or small cafes,
Finds us all bundled in our coats
On this, the gloomiest of days.
The rain, though, takes a little break;
The Ferris wheel goes 'round and 'round.
At booths with crafts that people make
We see what items can be found.
A market filled with fish for sale
Attracts us with its fresh array
Of creatures stretched from teeth to tail,
A strange and glistening display.
The locals mingle, doing chores,
With tourists taking in the scene
As traffic flows and all the stores
Compete as customers convene.
I'd hoped for sun, but I'll admit
That clouds and raindrops couldn't dent
The dazzle of Marseille, for it
Has charm you couldn't circumvent.
Time to pull out the gift wrap,
Bring out the ribbons and crafts.
Red, yellow, green and blue,
Christmas time is here for you.
Santa’s sleigh and reindeer are set,
Gifts and presents are all prepped.
Eggnog cartons surround the store,
Candy canes and glitter light the floor.
This is the best time of the year,
The stocking hanging season is here.
Excited to see all the facial expressions,
Gifts are opened with love and affection.
I hope and pray that no matter where,
Everyone has a blessed holiday out there.
The greatest gift above any and all,
Is the birth of Jesus Christ for us all.
12/20/19
Dwell dream dance
Choice crafts chance
Frame fond fit
Wear warm wit
Touch tastes truth
Prize prompt proof
Love leaps light
Sense sure sight
Quaint ***** quest
Zeal zooms zest
Glimpse grand grace
Feel fond face
Hope hears how
Note nice now
Charm creams cheer
Heal hurts here
Sync sound say
Poise primes play
Dream deep dear
Clout claims clear
Sense sweet spell
True toil tells
Vet verse voice
Plot peak poise
Moods move mind
Keep kiss kind
Opt old oar
Rouse ripe roar
Day dreams daze
Chase charms craze
Hurts heap health
Words woo wealth
Bright boast blame
Note nice name
Watch word wit
Ground great grit
Leon Enriquez
20 August 2018
Singapore
Stillness prompts peace where freshness airs,
Apt streams of light sparkle and shine;
Calm mellows ease with succinct flair,
Rich lavish sights cast moments fine;
Embrace fond chimes where love makes whole,
Dance and dream well of wonder's grace.
Silence brings rhymes to touch deep soul,
Prize sacred tell in poignant space;
Ascend true flight with waves of joy,
Choice firms bold poise as finesse crafts;
Enlist thought right in glimpse of plot.
Noise dilutes voice in makeshift draft,
Observe bright tints of happy finds,
Word thus grand mint as feel moves mind.
Leon Enriquez
07 April 2018
Singapore